Page 93 of The Storm

The head of his dick is rubbing up and down the crease of my ass.

He wraps his fingers around the base and then starts to push against my opening. There’s resistance, and I squirm, and yeah, no, I don’t know how I feel about this. It’s…

I swallow and close my eyes, forcing myself to relax.

He holds still. I push back.

The tip slides in.

His fingers were one thing. This? This burns past the point of being sexy.

I hiss out a breath between my teeth.

Waves of hot and cold rush over my skin. It’s reminiscent of having a fever. My knuckles whiten where I’m gripping the headboard.

Too much, I think. I’m not sure I can do this.

Nick’s grip tightens on my hip. He slides his palm down my back.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes out. “Fuck. Blue… Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.”

The choked tone and the echo of bliss that accompany every word make a shiver run down my spine. Somehow, without realizing I’m doing it, I push back the tiniest bit.

The guttural groan he lets out when he sinks deeper stokes the dormant fire inside me.

“More,” I say.

He leans over me, chest plastered against my back, and puts his hands on top of mine where they’re clutching the headboard.

He slides in another inch. This time we both groan.

He goes slowly, even though it’s clearly taking a lot of effort to do so. Inch by inch.

By the time his hips are flush against my ass we’re both shaking.

He leans his forehead against the nape of my neck, panting, his body twitching with the effort of keeping still.

My own breathing is just as ragged.

“Okay?” he asks in a strained voice.

I can’t find my voice. Thoughts are difficult to set in order.

I manage a nod.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this,” he says. “Being inside you. Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” I gasp, nodding again. “Yes.”

It still burns, but there’s also something else. A hint of pleasure just around the corner. The heat and pressure are overwhelming.

I give an experimental squeeze of my inner muscles, and Nick’s fingers tighten on my hip.

“Fuuuuuck!” he groans.

A drop of sweat slides down my temple. His tone makes me shiver.

“More.” That’s the only word I have left in my vocabulary, it seems.