Page 50 of Weathering The Storm

“I’m so obsessed with you,” he groans, sliding down my body and lapping at my pre-cum like it’s fucking candy.

I shove a fist in my mouth and bite down as he slurpsin a breath, then seals his lips around my tip and sucks me clean. Parting with one last flick of his tongue to my slit.

And just when I think I might pass out before I have the chance to feel him, he grabs me by my thighs like I’m nothing more than another catch getting sorted into the keeper pile, bends my knees to my chest, and lines himself up with my hole.

“I’m obsessed with you, too,” I say.

The words don’t seem anywhere near powerful enough though. Not compared to the power of the feeling that steals my breath when he looks down at me, transfixed on my expression as he pushes inside me for the first time.

Cautious. He’ssocautious. Moving slowly through the dull sting as my body learns to accommodate him.

“Okay?” he bites out when he meets resistance. Both of us pushing against each other, needing more depth than my body will allow.

“Yes,” I whisper, unable to manage much more, becausefuck.It burns. But at the same time, the pleasure is there. Flickering at the edges of the pain, so close I can taste it.

“Don’t wanna hurt you.” He kisses me, sliding a hand between us to stroke me. Distracting from the discomfort. “Help me give you more, baby.”

I breathe deep, focusing on the feeling of his hand working over me. The softness of his lips, the weight of his body. The burn ebbs, and I move my hips.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Seth groans. “Is that better? Want it to be this good for you, too.”

“Better. Keep”—Breathe in. Breathe out.—“going.”

He inches forward, rubbing against nerves that have never been touched, that his fingers couldn’t reach. And when I finally feel his pelvis press against my skin, he opens those teak-brown eyes and simply gazes down at me. Awestruck.

Wholeness overwhelms every other feeling. Intense, incomparable wholeness.

His body fills mine like we were made to be joined. Spaces I didn’t know existed within me are brimming with desire. Old cracks in my heart are mended. Our connection healing the man who knew, deep down, what he always wanted was love—but who settled for fucking nameless strangers because that was the next best thing.

A wet, shivering cry builds at the back of my throat, my entire body shuddering beneath him.

Seth’s sounds are feral. A low growl claws its way out of him between harsh breaths and curses as he releases my cock and uses both hands to comb the hair back from my face. “Are you in pain? Is that a pain noise?”

“No.” I groan, feeling him twitch inside me. “Fuckno. Not pain.”

“ThankGod.Can I move? Need you so bad, Nicky. Need to move. Need—”

I hug his hips with my knees and pull him in, our noises muffled by each others’ mouths as he kisses me. “Move.Pleasemove.”

He withdraws all the way to the tip and pushes back into me, slowly. Picking up the pace each time his cock slides home.

“You’re incredible.” He cups the back of my head, his kiss turning as desperate as the thrust of his hips. His sounds rumble against my lips while mine try to come out as screams but escape as heavy sighs instead. “I can feel you clenching all around me. Begging for my cum. Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

I want it. I want it because it’s his. I want it even more when I picture waking up in my bed with him, still slick with his release, and rolling onto my hands and knees so he can pound me one more time before we have to get back to work.

I reach down and grab his ass, showing him how hard I want to feel him, and his body takes over. Adjusting until he finds the perfect slant of his hips to unrelentingly prod at my prostate as he pistons in and out of me. Skin slapping against skin.

I can’t tell if I’m seeing stars or if it’s tears sparkling at the corners of my vision.

“Seth,” I whisper. “Seth, Seth…”

His movements soften, gradually. And now he’s barely moving at all. Nudging the exact right spot with small rolls of his hips. Soaking himself deep inside me.

“Nicky.” He kisses my lips, opening my mouth for his tongue. “Oh,Nicky, Nicky…”

I can’t tell where I end and he begins. Our fucking blurring into something else entirely. Still frantic, but in a slow, luxurious way. An embrace.