Taming the Storm (The Storm #3)(66)
Author: Samantha Towle

“I understand,” I whisper. My body is vibrating with excitement.

He takes my nipple into his mouth and tugs it with his teeth, leaving a sting that he immediately soothes with his tongue. Moving to the other breast, he repeats the action.

He gets to his knees, sitting between my thighs. “You look so beautiful right now,” he says in a throaty voice. “Spread your legs.”

I part them wider for him.

He runs his finger between my wet folds. “So goddamn beautiful,” he murmurs. Moving down the bed, he positions his head between my legs and starts to lick me with enthusiasm.

His fingers go into my pussy, pumping in and out. Then, they start to trail down toward my ass.

“Yes.” I lift my hips, letting him know how badly I want him there.

“I wanna fuck your ass so bad.” He kisses the inside of my thigh, finger rimming my puckered hole. “I want to be the first man to give that to you.”

Can I do this?

We’ve been doing the fingers-up-my-ass since that night under the stage. Tom has increased it to two fingers, but we’ve never gone so far as to actually have anal sex.

It’s our last night. This could be something that’s ours…his alone that I gave to him.

I do trust him. I know he would never hurt me.

Yes, I want this with Tom.

“Let’s do it…” I hear myself saying.

He lifts his head, eyes dark and fixed on my face. “You really mean that?”

“I really mean it. I want this with you.”

Dismay suddenly passes over his face. “Fuck,” he utters. “I don’t have any lube in the house.”

I’m surprised by how disappointed I feel. “You don’t have anything?”

“No…my home is not a place I have sex in.”

My eyes widen. “You’ve never had sex here before?”

Knowing Tom, I find that hard to believe.

“Don’t sound so surprised. In the past, with other women, I either went to their place or the apartment I have in town, which is specifically for—” He cuts himself off, realizing I don’t need to hear about his fuck pad. He moves closer to me. “You’re my first.”

I want him to be my first.

Swallowing past my girly emotions that his declaration has set off in me, I say, “Can we do it just using…me?” I nod down to the ridiculous wetness I’m currently providing.

His eyes sweep down my body, settling between my legs. His eyes start to burn again. “We can try.” His hands come under me, then, he’s flipping me over onto my front. “Get up on your knees. Face on the bed. Arms above your head. Lift that sexy ass of yours for me.”

Spurred on by his commands, I do exactly as he asks. I get my hands comfortable so the belt isn’t digging into my wrists.

Tom comes up behind me, and his thick finger dips into my entrance. He moves my natural lubricant up to my puckered hole. Carefully, he works his finger in. I feel that slight unease I always do when we first start doing this, but sensation quickly overrides, and I fall into the feeling.

No time has passed before he’s working in a second finger, stretching me. All the while, rubbing my clit with his skilled fingers.

I’m panting, heart pounding, my legs trembling. “Tom,” I moan. “I need it…you…now.” I can barely breathe. My body is on fire, and my head is swimming with desire. I’m desperate to have him.

Without a word, he gets up on his knees, and thrusts his cock deep into my pussy.

“Oh my God.” My eyes roll back in my head, while my inner muscles clench around him.

“Fuck!” he bites out. His hand comes to rest on my hip, his fingers gripping me tight.

Then, he starts to fuck me.

After some well-aimed thrusts, he pulls out. I feel the head of his cock move upward, over that delicate piece of skin that separates my most intimate places.

His cock gently nudges at my puckered hole, his hold on my hip tightening, his fingers digging deliciously into my flesh.

The feel of him there has me warring within myself. Fear fighting with desire.

“You sure you want to do this?” he asks, his voice rough.

I realize that I’ve tensed up. My muscles are locked tight.

Yes, I want this with him.

Closing my eyes, I force myself to relax.

I nod, unable to speak, too focused on the feel of him there.

“Answer me,” he commands.

“Yes!” I cry out. “Just fuck me now!” My voice is needy. I want to power through. I don’t want to wait around. I just want him inside me.

He growls, then, I feel him push hard against my tight hole.

The head of his cock slips in. I feel the familiar burn at having something in there, but this is far more intense than his fingers.

Biting hard on my lip, I instantly tense again.

“You need me to stop?” he asks, gruff.

I can hear the barely there control in his voice.

“No, don’t stop. Keep going.”

“Okay. But I need you to relax.” He slides his hand up my spine. “You need to open up and let me in.”

I relax my muscles again, allowing Tom to work himself in a little farther.

“Jesus.” My voice is caught somewhere between a sob and a moan.

Then, the burn suddenly goes, and all I feel is a maddening desire. The intense need to have Tom Carter buried as deep in my ass as he can go.

“More,” I demand.

He pushes in another inch.

A breath hisses from me.

His fingers go to my clit, playing with me, and then he pushes one inside my pussy, fingering me, getting more of my natural lubricant. Removing his finger, I feel him rub it around me and himself.

I’m hot and desperate, wanting this more than I ever thought I would.

He’s lubricated us up, but he isn’t making a move.

“Tom, please, I need this…you…don’t stop now.” I’m half-crazy with lust. On the edge of the precipice he’s taken me to. I need him to finish this. “Just fuck my fucking ass!”

He thrusts in another couple of inches.

“You still okay?” He sounds breathless.

“Stop talking, and just fucking do me!”

I love that he cares and doesn’t want to hurt me, but I’m desperate beneath him. I’m so turned on that I can’t see straight. I’m hot all over. I can’t remember ever being this turned on before.

Having him in such a private place, dominating my body, owning me—it’s beyond anything I could have imagined.