She cuts me off with a vigorous shake of her head and hums her disapproval before pressing her lips to mine. She kisses me hard, and I meet her with my own force. Our mouths open and our tongues massage deftly against one another. The kiss is deep and voracious, consuming us in a moment of rapture, and she draws in a breath when she breaks away, as if coming up from under water. She finds the trail she recently left down my body, kissing her way back down it again.
I’m pulled back into the amorous fog with her, my hand lacing into her hair as she spends a few heated kisses on my stomach. My jaw clenches against the jolt of arousal that rushes up my spine when she grips the base of my shaft through my briefs, her mouth still leaving a trail of fire across my skin.
“Baby,” I husk out as she kisses lower, just above my waistband. I don’t even know what I’m trying to convey, just releasing some pressure at this point as she sits back on her knees to pull the material down my thighs, careful not to catch my erection in the waistband as she goes.
I release a heavy breath as I close my eyes; my imagination running rampant with wonders of what she’s about to do to me. The unknown in itself has me so hard it’s more painful than I could imagine.
“Wolf?” Her voice is barely audible as she strokes her velvet hand up and down my length, splaying her palm over it.
“Please…” I whisper my consent. “Molly…” I have no voice; my shuddering breath has taken it, reducing it to airy whispers as I try to keep some semblance of control over my body.
Her soft and warm hand glides down to cup my already swollen balls, and she bends her head, her hair falling and blocking my view. So I don’t know the first touch of her mouth until I feel it. She starts at about mid-shaft, dragging her lowerlip upward until she gets to the tip and comes down over it, taking me in her warm, wet mouth. “Oh god, Molly,” I groan helplessly, my voice broken over the words like jagged stones. My breathing picks up as her head moves up and down, plunging her mouth over my cock over and over.
I set my jaw, my neck straining as I press the back of my head into the pillow with all I’ve got. I’m trying like fuck to concentrate on not coming, to not go off and leave her wanting. Harder than steel, my cock actually jerks in her mouth, but she keeps it corralled, her lips still locked around it. Fuck, this is ecstasy and torture at their best and worst.
I’m just feeling the warning tingle at the base of my spine, and it gets stronger with each pass of her mouth. “Molly, baby….” I grunt, my hand gripping the sheets as the tingle mounts.
She only hums in response, giving me a boost to about halfway up the hill when another bout of thunder crashes. Abruptly, she pulls away, letting my cock fall against my stomach, throbbing uncomfortably as she sits back, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to comfort the frightened child inside her.
I immediately jolt upright, gathering her in my arms. Cradling her head, I hold her tight against me.
“It’s all right. You’re all right,” I whisper, my throat raw from all the extra breathing.
When the rumble fades out, Molly gently unwinds my arms from around her, resuming her curled position near my lap.
“Molly…it’s… You know you don’t have to— Oh fuck,” I exclaim when her warm and wet mouth comes down over me again.
She picks up at the very pace and pressure she left off on, which makes me lightheaded as I fall back to rest on my hands. My head drops back as my dick responds to every plunge of hermouth and drag of her tongue. The soft caress of her hand at my base. Fuck, this might kill me.
Before long, I’m right there again, steadily inching toward my peak. I try to practice restraint as I roll my pelvis along with her movements and try not to thrust too hard. I’m openly moaning and cursing as she sucks me, and I lean forward, trying to touch her in some way. My hands are restless, practically urgent with minds of their own to make her feel what she’s doing for me. I massage at the back of her neck, my other hand reaching beneath her to cup her breast.
“God, fuck…” I moan as she brings me closer to the brink than last time. And then the thunder booms again, letting us know it’s still here.
Molly stops her motions again, and this time I take hold of her face, pulling her into me and kissing her. I will my passion to distract her from the fear that keeps trying to creep back in.
The blood flow surging through my cock is building a pressure that desperately seeks relief, yet I can’t bring myself to care as I’m kissing Molly. She whimpers wantonly into my mouth. My dick throbs between us, the need for release growing greater as we continue this cycle, and something hits me: Whether she realizes it or not, she’s edging me in time with the storm. And in a fucked-up way I never thought possible, I’m loving it. But I don’t know how much more of it my body can take.
I know for one thing—I can barely hold myself up anymore. I’m starting to break a sweat, and I lie back, guiding her with me while not trying to seem forceful about it. With her on top of me, her face a breath away from mine, I tell her, “I’m your storm. Control me.”
She releases a breath and starts kissing me slowly. Her pelvis rolls and grinds against my cock, the smooth material of herpanties providing friction. She starts moaning now, breathing hard between kissing me.
“Tell me I can’t take you.”
“You can’t take me,” she says on a moan. Her own arousal for me, but it’s the storm she’s refusing.
“But I want to… so bad. Let me take you.”
“No. I won’t let you take me.” She presses against my cock again before lifting herself off, leaving me hard with precum emerging from the tip.
The torture stretches on a bit longer. Molly rubs against me, kisses me, sucks me, strokes me. Brings me to the brink through several rounds of thunder. I plead and curse every time she lays off the gas until finally, she takes hold of me and pulls her panties to the side; positioning me at her opening.
“Baby…?” I pant out as she lowers herself slowly onto me. Her sweet pussy slowly sheaths my dick in its warm embrace. I practically vibrate with the need to thrust, but I hold off, using the last shred of my restraint.
Molly lets out a feral moan that almost ends me with the first roll of her hips and then repeats the motion. Her hands find purchase on my stomach, and I cover them with my own as she finds a fluid rhythm. She moans along with her movements, her pussy squeezing and gliding over my cock as I try to enjoy the sensations while keeping my release harnessed.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, my chest deflating with the breath the words come out on. “You’re so beautiful and you’re mine.” I’m bordering on delirious here as her moans get louder and closer together. The blood flow to my cock is rushing and mounting once again with how much closer she gets.
“Wolf…” Her voice is a breathy moan as she utters my name. “I want you to take me. Take me now.”