“Yes, Kade. God, yes, I want you.”
I smiled and pulled her onto my lap, her legs straddling me, and she let out a little gasp as she settled against me. I could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric of her leggings, could feel how wet she was, and it took everything in me not to lose control right then.
“You feel that?” I asked, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her down harder against my dick.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“That’s what you do to me every fucking day. And nah, this ain’t the liquor talking. You understand that shit?” Storm nodded, her hands sliding up my chest, her nails digging in slightly. “Good girl.”
I grabbed the hem of the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and the sight of her hard nipples in the candlelight made me groan.
“Fuck, Storm,” I muttered. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She reached for my shirt, tugging at it, and I let her pull it off. Then her hands were on me–my chest, my shoulders, my arms–and I could feel the heat of her touch everywhere. I kissed her again, harder this time, my hands moving up her sides, my thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. She arched into me, moaning into my mouth, and I took that as permission to keep going.
I cupped her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples, and she broke the kiss to gasp my name. “Kade…”
“You like that?” I asked, my voice rough.
“Yesss…” she moaned.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want…” She hesitated, her cheeks flushing.
“Say it,” I commanded.
“I want you,” she whispered. “I want you to touch me.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
That was all I needed. I lay her back on the couch, settling between her thighs, and I could feel her trembling beneath me. I kissed down her neck, her collarbone, her chest, taking my time. I wanted to savor this shit.
When I took her nipple into my mouth, she cried out, her hands flying to the back of my head. “Oh my God,” she gasped. I sucked harder, my tongue circling, and she arched off the couch, her body pressing against mine. “Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”
I moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, and she was squirming beneath me now, her breathing ragged.
“Kade, please…”
“Please, what?” I asked, kissing down her stomach.
“I need you,” she gasped. “Please.”
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pulled them down, along with her panties, in one smooth motion. She lifted her hips to help, and then she was completely naked beneath me, and I had to take a second just to look at her.
“Goddamn,” I muttered, dick hard as fuck. “You’re really perfect.” I settled between her thighs, my hands gripping her hips. I didn’t make her wait any longer. I buried my face in her pussy, and she cried out so loud I was sure the storm outside couldn’t drown it out.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her hands flying to my hair. “Oh my God, Kadeeee!”
I worked her clit with my tongue, slow and deliberate at first, learning what made her moan, what made her hips buckagainst my mouth. And when I found the rhythm that had her gasping my name over and over, I didn’t let up.
“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” I muttered against her. “You know that?” She moaned in response, her thighs trembling. “That’s right. Let me hear you,” I commanded. I slid two fingers inside her pussy, and she cried out, her back arching off the couch. She was so wet, so ready, and the feel of her clenching around my fingers made me groan. “Fuck, this pussy feels so good,” I said. “You gon’ cum for me?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, please…”
“Let that shit go.”