“That’s a nice response,” I tease.
“I feel like I’m on the edge of falling into a fire,” she says.
“Be patient, honey, I’ll quench it. Then I’ll relight it and quench it again.”
She raises her hand and rests it on my hair. Gently. Like she’s not sure if it’s welcome.
“Grab my hair, honey and tell me what you want.”
“I’m ready.”
“Is that it? Pleasing you is all I want to do and I want it the way you like it.” The vulnerability on her face is breaking my heart. My sweet Stormy. Fall, darling. I’ll never miss catching you.
“Just cut loose. I’ll be your caveman if that’s what you want. I’ll be your toy if that’s what you want. Come on.”
Her fingers shake against my hair. “Take this,” she says, her voice quiet, then commanding as she repeats herself.
“Take what? Your thigh?” I kiss her there.
“No,” she groans.
“What should I take then?”
“Take my pussy.” She pulls my hair toward her body.
“With my fingers?”
“Use your mouth.”
“I’m happy to oblige my sweet Stormy and make your body feel good.” I run my hand down her leg. “Prop this leg up on the sofa cushion.”
After she does, I get into position and put my mouth on her, closing in on her sweetness and a fantasy I’ve had for years.
Her thighs pull together.
“Keep them apart so you can get what want. Just hold onto whatever you need and brace yourself. I’m going to have you.”
Stormy puts her hand on the back of my head and pushes it down.
I dive back between her legs and taste her swollen bud with my tongue.
“Kannen…oh…” She clenches her hand, then grabs her tit, her fingers finding her nipple. She squeezes it. “That’s it…give me…”
I stop.
“Didn’t I tell you this wouldn’t be a quickie?”
“Yes, but?—”
“No, buts. I’m a man of my word. Now hold yourself open. I love looking at you.”
She opens her pussy to me.
“You’re such a masterpiece from head to toe.” I roll her clit between my fingers and she jerks.
“More.”
“What’s that?” I cup my hand around my ear pretending I didn’t hear her.
