Skye felt as if her body was on fire. As his thigh moved powerfully against her aching core, her hips surged forward, seeking some unknown relief. She was panting, flushed, feverish with the heat building inside her. The sudden, intense rush of sensation was overwhelming. So much so that the crotch of her pants became wet. She arched convulsively, sinking her nails into Storm’s shoulders. The tide of feeling surged and crashed through her, letting a wild cry burst forth.
When the last shudders quivered through her, Skye collapsed limply against her soon to be lover, her face buried in the curve of his shoulder. Her breasts rose and fell against his naked chest as she tried to make sense of the sensual explosion she had just experienced.
She was amazed by the pleasure. Stunned. Her whole body feeling gloriously hot and exhausted.
She was very wet between her legs. And she was certain Storm knew it. He was holding her in his arms, one hand tenderly stroking her hair. “That was something I will not forget,” she said weakly.
He pressed his lips to her temple and kissed her. “I am more painfully aroused now than I’ve ever been in my life.” He lifted her and sat her down on a chair next to him.
A moment later, he shocked her by unbuttoning his breeches. Skye’s breath faltered when he freed his erect member to her shocked gaze.
“Have I robbed you of speech, my love?”
Skye swallowed. “You are shameless,” she said hoarsely.
“I can be. You will find that I am a virile man.”
Her eyes widened as he cradled the rigid shaft in his palm. She guessed that he was greatly aroused from the way it jutted out, thick, long and swollen.
She had never seen a man’s naked loins before. She could only stare as he lightly stroked himself.
“I would rather you do this for me,” he said, standing to place his chair in front of her.
She remained speechless, as he reached for her ankle, pulled off her boots and peeled off her socks. Lifting her feet onto his lap, then drew it closer to contact his naked flesh.
She sat transfixed, unable to look away. The hot thickness of his manhood felt strangely erotic against her feet.
“Skye,” he said softly. “Come closer.” He pulled his chair closer to her.
She lifted her gaze to his, understanding that he wanted her to tend to him. “You want me to caress you?”
“Yes, very much.” He smiled. “You know how pleasurable it feels when I aroused you, so you can imagine how pleasurable it can be for me when you arouse me. I can see that your crotch is wet from your arousal.”
Her heart started to pound. Without waiting for her, Storm reached for her palm and guided it to his manhood. Skye inhaled a sharp breath as her fingers closed around his hardness, feeling him pulse and leap at her touch.
Keeping a grasp on her hand, he coaxed her to fondle him, letting her cup the sac beneath his manhood, tracing the blunt, velvety head. Demonstrating how to give him pleasure, he began moving her hand slowly up and down, stroking.
“Harder, my sweet. You will not hurt me.”
A thrill raced through her, kindling her senses, igniting a heat inside her. She was inflamed by the feel of him. The moment before his climax, he released her hand and cupped his hand to spurt his seed into it.
He wiped his hand clean with a handkerchief, then rearranged his clothing, covering himself and redoing his breeches.
“Is that it?” she asked.
“Did you want more?”
“Well… yes.” She wanted him to make love to her. He left her aching and hot, her senses on fire.
“You did that on purpose,” she accused him.
“Yes. Now you know what it feels like to be painfully aroused with no hope of fulfillment. Which is the state you leave me in constantly.”
He had deliberately aroused her, only to keep her frustrated and hungry and craving for more. “That is hardly fair,” she muttered. “Rather mean, in fact.”
“You have the power to change all that. All you have to do is say you will marry me, and I will be more than happy to satisfy your needs at anytime you wish. Until that time, your virtue is safe with me.”
She didn’t want to remain a virgin. Not after experiencing the stunning passion. She wanted to be his lover. Even if she didn’t want marriage, which she didn’t, she’d rather be his mistress.
“I don’t want marriage. I want you, Storm,” she stated in a low voice. “And I know you want me, too.”
“Yes,” he said simply.
Realizing she might not give in to his proposal, he undressed her, intending to tease her again and leave her unfulfilled. When he had stripped away all her clothes, he stepped back to take in her nakedness. “I have imagined this countless times. How perfect your body would be, how exquisite. How it would feel to make love to you with nothing between us.”
He stepped back to remove his own clothing. Her breath caught as she saw his fully naked body for the first time. Everything about him was perfect. His arousal thrust out thick and swollen.
Skye sucked in a sharp breath as their bodies touched. He felt wonderful. Her senses came alive. His erection pulsed and strained against her abdomen. She pressed her body against him, wanting to be closer.
“No, keep still and let me pleasure you,” Storm murmured. “Lay down.”
She lay on the bed and let him have his way, but it wasn’t easy to remain still as he stroked her, his hands lightly wandering over her skin. Her nipples hardened and when his palms barely brushed over the pouting buds, a fire kindled inside her and flowed downward to her female center.
His hands left her breasts and tangled in her hair, holding her head as his lips kiss the underside of her throat before moving over her jaw to her cheekbone. Then, slowly settled his lips over hers.
She was grateful when his hand returned to her breasts. Her nipples were aching and throbbing, when he rolled one between his thumb and forefinger, fiery sensations pulsed inside her, throbbing through her belly.
Then he cupped her smooth mound in one hand. One hand stayed at her breast and took the peak into his mouth, suckling, laving with his hot tongue. Then he trailed his mouth down to her abdomen.
Skye burned where his lips pressed, but she went rigid when his hands gently held her legs apart, exposing her to his touch.
“Easy,” Storm murmured. “I won’t hurt you.” Then he set his lips on her soft flesh, kissing her feminine center, making Skye gasp.
Storm lapped at her slowly, teasing the folds of her cleft in deep strokes, sending lashes of heat to the very core of her. He savored her, first long and slow, then more intense. His tongue alternately delicate and butterfly light, then firm, rough and urgent.
Her breathing grew increasingly ragged, racing with her heart at the erotic stimulation. Her body getting increasingly aroused, the pleasure sharp. Storm prolonged the delicious torture until Skye was faint with bliss. By then her clit was so distended and engorged, that it resembled a mini version of a man’s erection. Thrashing beneath his mouth, she gave in with fierce abandon. It was too much… to hot, too intense, too overwhelming. She bucked and cried out, reeling from the intense orgasm.
When the sensations finally receded, she became aware that he had stretched out beside her again and was watching her. Then he reached out to pull her closer, fitting her body to his. He held her like that for a while, his lips tenderly kissing her face. She felt his erection pressing against her belly, yet he made no move to seek his own release.
“Don’t you… intend to do more?” Skye asked, wanting him to continue.
“Not now,” he murmured. “I want to, believe me. I want nothing more than to stay here with you and make love to you all night long, to show you that lovemaking can be even better when it is fully consummated. But I won’t until you agree to marry me.”
“I can attend to you… if you wish,” she asked shyly.
“No. I would rather wait for the real thing, Skye.
“But I’m not satisfied, Storm. I feel… incomplete somehow.”
“I am satisfied for now. I wanted you to know passion, sweetheart, so you will know what you are missing by not marrying me.”
“Don’t get your hopes up. I still don’t plan on marrying you.”
“Damn it, Skye. Why are you so set against marrying me?”
“I told you why.”
“Because of your parents’ hostile marriage. That doesn’t mean ours will be.”
When his hand slid lower, Skye pulled away. She quickly got dressed and left, leaving him to think about his courtship with her.
He will not give up on her. He will show her that he was not like her father, or any other man who mistreated and abused women.
To be continued…
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