Chapter 4
Kannen
“I’m subtle like that,” she says.
“Then I’d like to RSVP so you can think about the seating arrangements.”
Stormy laughs. “And just where do you prefer to sit?”
I stand and walk over to her. Putting my hands on her hips, feeling the thrill of that to my bones, I tug her close. “Anywhere that you are. I’ll be your chair.”
And she makes one of my fantasies come true right then when she loops her arms around my neck, pressing her beautiful tits against me.
“I do like sitting down,” she says.
I lower my head, my heart pounding like thunder during a fierce summer storm. I brush my lips across hers. A wish I’ve wanted for years is coming true.
She kisses me back like she’s been waiting to do it all her life.
The office and everything in it fades away. There’s only the taste of her, her warmth, and the effect it has on my body.
I move my hand to the center of her back, tightening my hold and deepening the kiss.
She makes a low sound of pleasure and I claim it. Walking her back toward the wall, I press harder into her, letting her feel how great my need is.
Her eyes are wide and hungry, her breathing fast and shallow.
“Let’s leave,” I tell her.
“My place is closer,” she says as her hands find my shirt. She slips them beneath the edge to splay her palms against my abdomen.
I ease my fingers under the hem of her T-shirt and stroke of her soft skin. She’s as perfect as I imagined she would be.
I slide my hand up to her tits and cup them through her bra. My cock pushes against the front of my jeans and I groan.
Stormy leans up on her tiptoes to press a kiss at the base of my throat. “I agree with that groan, cowboy, and I’m wondering why we aren’t gone yet.”
That’s all I need to hear. Stepping back, I put my shoulder against her midsection, then stand.
“I cannot believe you just threw me over your shoulder,” she says, but she sounds amused, not angry.
“I just want to save the wear and tear on your shoes, that’s all.”
She laughs. “You’re such a thoughtful guy.”
“I’ll show you.” I deposit her in the passenger seat of the truck. “Just how thoughtful I can be all over your body.”
The way she’s looking at me…I kiss her hard. Possessively. Me. Possessing Stormy. My heart is soaring.
“Wait.” Stormy puts her hand on my forearm. “Did you get the condoms?”
Shit. I race back inside the office, rake them all into my hands, then rush back out to the truck.
I dump them between us and the way she looks at me, her lips parted, her expression so damn needy, it’s all I can do to keep from asking if she wants to hit the backseat. But as badly as I want her, we’re going to need more room than that to maneuver.
Though her place isn’t far, it feels like it takes hours to get there.
Once we arrive, the second we’re inside, I take her in my arms and kiss her, still caught up in the wonder that Stormy wants me like I want her.
True, her heart’s probably not as ready for me as her body is, but I’m a patient man. I’d wait a lifetime just to spend one day with her. Even a glance from her can take me to my knees.
“Why aren’t you naked yet?” she murmurs against my lips while her fingers work on undoing my belt. She’s tugging and my cock is ready to be in her hands. But if that happens, I don’t know how long I can hold myself back.
I’ve wanted her for so long there’s no way in hell I’m going to let this chance turn into a quickie.
Capturing both her hands in one of mine, I still her movements. “This won’t be a quickie,” I say firmly. “I want to take the time and learn everything that pleasures you.”
I place my other hand over her heart. “And I want you to feel secure when you’re with me. I want you to know that you can tell me whatever you want or do whatever you want.”
“I’m not sure how to answer that,” she says speaking carefully.
“Answer it honestly. You want solo play while I watch? Say so. You want me on top? Under? Just a word from you and it’s done.”
Her face flushes.
“If you’re not sure what you want yet, then trust my lead.” I lean my forehead against hers. “I swear I’ll take care of you.”
“Okay,” she says softly.
I straighten and pull the neckline of her T-shirt lower to kiss her collarbone. Her skin is warm and soft and perfect.
“Just so you know, there might be something wrong with me. I’m not good with intimacy,” she says, almost defiantly, but her voice trembles. “Physical or emotional.”
“Who told you that?”
She shrugs but doesn’t look me in the eye. “It’s something I learned I guess.”
“I’ll teach you a new lesson.” I kiss the side of her neck close to her ear. “And if someone made you believe that they’re a fucking liar because there’s not a damn thing wrong with you.”
I kiss her lips slowly, tenderly, a kiss filled with longing from all the notes I wrote to her in high school but never gave to her. It’s a kiss filled with hope that we’ll have a future together.
I slip my hands beneath her shirt and then guide it over her head. Her nipples are pebbled, pushing against the thin lace of her bra.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, lowering one of the cups. I expose her perfect tit. Seeing her like this for the first time takes my breath away. I duck my head, taking the nipple into my mouth.
She moans.
“Let’s get this off of you.” I reach around her to unclasp her bra.
Stormy pulls the straps down her arms, tosses it aside and then takes my shirt off. She rests her palms against my skin, her fingers rhythmically stroking me. “Did you bring a condom in with you?”
“Several, but that part isn’t on the horizon yet.”
“Then what is?”
“I’ll show you.” I unbutton her shorts and she lets them drop to her ankles.
Through her barely-there panties, I can see she’s wet for me.
Kneeling before her, I take one side of her panties between my teeth and lower it.
“Kannen,” she says, drawing my name out.
I work the other side down and as I’m taking them off, I kiss the inner skin of her knees. Then I move up to her thighs and press my lips there, taking a second to suckle the skin, careful not to leave a lasting mark.
She gasps and I look up at her.
“I want to pleasure you. Do you want my fingers or my mouth?”
Her face reddens. “Ah…I…”
And then I understand that she has a hard time saying what she wants and needs because she’s never been a priority. That pisses me the hell off. Who treated the wonder of Stormy like that?
When she doesn’t tell me what she prefers, I say, “How about we do both?” I ease a finger into her wetness, and my cock gets harder than I ever thought possible. I’m desperate to be inside her, but not as desperate as I am to show how I feel.
She bites her lip, then makes an appreciative mmm sound.
“Do you like that?”
“Very much.”
“Then have some more.” I add a second finger and slowly pump both in and out. Her wetness coats my fingers. “I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look?”
Her eyes widen. “Kannen…”
I suck the taste of her from my fingers. “Now I don’t have to wonder. You definitely do. Let me watch you shake, darlin’.”
She quivers when I slide my thumb across her clit.
“That’s a nice response,” I tease.
“I feel like I’m on the edge of falling into a fire,” she says.
“Be patient, honey, I’ll quench it. Then I’ll relight it and quench it again.”
She raises her hand and rests it on my hair. Gently. Like she’s not sure if it’s welcome.
“Grab my hair, honey and tell me what you want.”
“I’m ready.”
“Is that it? Pleasing you is all I want to do and I want it the way you like it.” The vulnerability on her face is breaking my heart. My sweet Stormy. Fall, darling. I’ll never miss catching you.
“Just cut loose. I’ll be your caveman if that’s what you want. I’ll be your toy if that’s what you want. Come on.”
Her fingers shake against my hair. “Take this,” she says, her voice quiet, then commanding as she repeats herself.
“Take what? Your thigh?” I kiss her there.
“No,” she groans.
“What should I take then?”
“Take my pussy.” She pulls my hair toward her body.
“With my fingers?”
“Use your mouth.”
“I’m happy to oblige my sweet Stormy and make your body feel good.” I run my hand down her leg. “Prop this leg up on the sofa cushion.”
After she does, I get into position and put my mouth on her, closing in on her sweetness and a fantasy I’ve had for years.
Her thighs pull together.
“Keep them apart so you can get what want. Just hold onto whatever you need and brace yourself. I’m going to have you.”
Stormy puts her hand on the back of my head and pushes it down.
I dive back between her legs and taste her swollen bud with my tongue.
“Kannen…oh…” She clenches her hand, then grabs her tit, her fingers finding her nipple. She squeezes it. “That’s it…give me…”
I stop.
“Didn’t I tell you this wouldn’t be a quickie?”
“Yes, but—”
“No, buts. I’m a man of my word. Now hold yourself open. I love looking at you.”
She opens her pussy to me.
“You’re such a masterpiece from head to toe.” I roll her clit between my fingers and she jerks.
“More.”
“What’s that?” I cup my hand around my ear pretending I didn’t hear her.
“Give me more.”
“More what?”
“You know, dammit, Kannen,” she says.
“I do but tell me what you’re talking about.” I finger fuck her hard and fast. “This?”
“No,” she says on a whimper.
“This?” I push my tongue into her, then draw it out and run it slowly across her clit. “This?”
Her legs shake. “Please…please.”
“Please you how?”
“I want you to suck on my clit until I come…please.”
Hearing her beg drives me fucking insane and pushes my control close to the edge. “I’ll do you just like you ordered.”
I work her clit like I own it and in seconds she arches her head back, thrusting her tits and calling out my name.
“Good…good,” she moans as she comes. “Go…”
I lap her steadily, staying on her until she comes again.
“Kannen…Kannen…”
“Yes, baby. You call my name and you come. That’s it.”
When she stops moaning and her breathing calms, I stand and pick her up carrying her into the bedroom.
I undress quickly and roll a condom on.
Stormy watches me, her gaze never leaving my hard cock. “You’re thick,” she says.
I settle between her legs with the head of my cock at her pussy. “I’ll go easy.”
She puts her hands on my ass, urging me forward. “No. I want you to fuck me until I can barely walk.”
“I’m not risking hurting you.” I ease into her slowly, then gently go a little deeper.
When she winces, I stop.
“Keep going,” she says, reaching up to smooth the hair from my forehead. “I want to feel every inch of your big dick.”
I move in a little more.
“Don’t treat me like glass,” she demands. “I want this as rough and rugged as you are. So quit acting like you’ll break me and fuck my brains out.”
Years of wanting her but holding back snaps my control. I thrust into her warm tightness, pumping hard and fast.
“That’s it, cowboy, take me on the ride of my life. Like that, deeper. Harder. Take what you want. Take me. Have it all.”
I thrust deep, struggling to hold out as long as I can.
But then she whispers in my ear. “So big and hard. I love it deep. Give me that.”
I clench my teeth as my release carries me over the edge. I groan and call her name on repeat. Perfect. Just perfect. My Stormy. My heart.
After I collapse my body onto hers, she smooths the back of my hair. “That was perfect,” she says, voicing my own thoughts.
“I’m not done pleasuring you.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” She smirks. “I think you need a recovery period.”
I smile. “I don’t need my cock for this part.”