Page 115 of Delirium
“I don’t want time anymore,” I moaned as his fingers disappeared into my underwear, thrumming over my sensitive skin, going toward my clit. “Fuck.”
“You’re drenched, Phee,” he growled. “Are you always this wet for me?”
“Always.” I bit down on my lip, stopping myself from moaning out. “Please, Storm. Please. I need—”
“You need me to fill you, baby?” he asked, lowering his head down to my boobs. “I bet I could get you to come just like this.”
Fuck, my boobs were getting more and more sensitive, and I knew that only one small puff, one small touch, could set me off.
“What if I do this,” he said, licking around my nipple, while pinching the other one. I could already feel it, the avalanche rushing through my body, heading toward its final destination.
“Or if I do this.” He bit down on the sensitive skin just above my areola, making me arch from the bed. He pressed his finger against my clit, dragging it lazily around the nub of nerves, driving me insane.
“I need to come, Storm,” I moaned, pushing my chest in his face. “Please!”
“Like this?” He grinned, entering me with two fingers, sliding in easily. His thick fingers pressed against my walls, scissoring, avoiding that spot he knew so well.
“Storm!” I screeched. “Stop playing around.”
“Who? Me?” The bastard smirked, removing his fingers all the way, bringing them to his lips. “Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes. “I’ve missed the way you taste, Sunshine. Imagining it is not enough anymore.”
And that did it.
He dove toward my panties, ripping them off of my body, before he pulled me closer to him, wrapping my legs around his shoulders, as he went down on me, feasting as if it was the only thing he would need.
I was weightless, floating in the air as he licked and sucked, his tongue creating friction around my clit. My orgasm rushed through me, almost at its peak when Storm pulled back, grinning at me.
“I will fucking kill you,” I panted, almost crying from the frustration. “Please. I’m begging you!”
“I know,” he said, removing his underwear. “I love it when you beg. Makes my cock even harder.”
Fuck me.
It’d been too long since I last saw him like this, in all his glory, standing in front of me proudly, while his cock pointed at my entrance as if he already knew where he belonged.
Storm dragged his hand over his shaft, his eyes fluttering as he looked down at me, desire floating between the two of us in waves, bringing us back together. I wanted him to slam into me, to show me who I belonged to.
I wanted him to make me scream, to make it hard to walk afterward.
He kneeled on the bed, slowly coming closer to me, situating himself between my legs. He slammed into me without waiting for me to adjust to his size.
“God,” he groaned, the veins on his neck straining as he held himself inside, breathing slowly, calming himself down.
“Storm,” I moaned, moving my hips, needing that friction, but he held me down, keeping me in place as his fingers dug into the bones at my hips, stopping my ministrations.
“If you keep doing that, this will be over way too soon.” He smiled, but I could see how much he tried to keep himself still. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his eyes concentrating. My pussy clenched around him, and it was all I needed to do to push him over the edge.
Like a man possessed, starved, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, rattling the entire bed as he pistoned his hips, pushing and pushing and pushing, slamming with the force of a man starved.
His dilated irises darkened his eyes, and as he held my head up, wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck, he pulled up my left leg, throwing it over his shoulder, stretching me.
“Oh, God, oh God, oh God,” I chanted when he hit the spot inside, the orgasm he stopped earlier coming back with a vengeance, relentlessly rushing through me. My entire body trembled, arching off of the bed. Black dots danced in the periphery of my vision, and I was gone, reaching the stars as the orgasm tore through me, coating him with my juices, pulling a scream out of my throat.
White noise filled my head, detaching me from reality for a second, letting me float in the ether—weightless, satisfied… happy. Storm’s grunt slowly registered in my head, his calloused fingers wrapping around my throat, bringing me back to the moment. My eyes flashed open, zeroing in on his furrowed brows, the strands of hair sticking to his forehead as his entire body strained to keep himself from coming, from letting go.
His thumb pressed against my pulse point, and before I could react, he lifted me, bringing my face to his, taunting me with his full lips that I wanted to bite.
“You’re a fucking Goddess, Sunshine,” he murmured, his tongue swiping over my bottom lip before his teeth bit down, pulling yet another moan from me. “I’m never letting you go, Ophelia. If you ever think of running away from me, I’ll chase you to the ends of the earth.”
