A hand works its way inside my pants, and I physically shudder as she takes hold of me, her fingers curling around my hard cock.
My forehead falls to the top of her head, and I close my eyes, letting the sensation wash through me, letting her guide the moment.
“Stormy …” I breathe, my voice barely more than a whisper, thick with heat.
My mind is a haze, desire clouding my thoughts.
“You don’t have to …”
She presses her hand to my chest, firm and grounding, and I let her guide me back.
Her eyes find mine.
“I want to,” she says, simple, certain.
And then her mouth is on mine, claiming me with a kiss that leaves no room for doubt.
She trails lower, skimming my neck and my chest. Each touch is a gentle reminder that she wants me too. All of me. Her lips map me like she’s memorising, like she’s choosing every inch.
She kneels before me with the water hitting her back, and I hear her mutter a curse under her breath as her eyes take me in. But then, her tongue begins to tease my cock with a long languid stroke, from base to tip, before wrapping her lips around me. Hot and wet.
I grunt, my hands finding her shoulders, not to stop her, just to hold on.
I watch as she moves back and forth.
She looks so beautiful.
So sexy.
Then her hand moves at the base of my cock while she works the tip with her tongue and mouth, and it takes everything in me to remain standing, because right now,this woman. This amazing, strong, beautiful woman, could bring me to my knees.
I pull her hair from her face, gathering it in my hands, and It’s not long before I begin to feel the tightness in my core become harder to withstand. My hips begin to jerk instinctively as she works me harder, adding a little more pressure in her fist.
“Stormy … I’m … Fuck …”
I stutter, my breath growing fast as I come closer to the edge.
“… I’m … gonna …”
I grunt, placing my hand on her cheek indicating she can stop. But she just lets out a small moan around me. The vibrations of her throat almost wreck me completely as her eyes meet mine.
She gags as she takes me deeper, and that’s all it takes for me to lose control. I grip the back of her head and let go inside of her mouth. A strangled noise leaves my lips.
Thick ropes of cum hit the back of her throat as she gags once more, swallowing around me.
My heart pounds in my ears, drowning out everything but the rush of blood and the ragged pull of my breath. I look down, dazed, watching asshe pulls away, her tongue trailing one last languid stroke that leaves me trembling.
She licks her lips, eyes locked on mine, and then she smiles. Soft and smug, knowing exactly what she’s done to me.
“Fuck, Stormy,” I breathe, cupping her chin, coaxing her to stand. My hand shakes. I’m still stunned. Still reeling.
“That was …” I search her face, but the words won’t come. My mind’s a mess. “I can’t even think straight.”
She lets out a small laugh, and I brush my thumb across her swollen bottom lip.
“How are you so goddamn perfect?” I murmur, tugging it down gently, mesmerised. “These lips … I knew they’d wreck me.”
She opens her mouth and sucks softly on my thumb, her gaze never wavering. It’s slow. Intentional. A promise and a challenge all at once.
