Free Unleashing the Storm by Sydney Croft Page B

way they bunched
beneath her touch. A wave of dizziness spun her head, and there was no more
time for foreplay.
    Greedily,
she yanked down his sweat-dampened shorts. His cock, dusky and marbled by thick
veins, curved upward so the tip nearly touched his stomach, and beneath the
magnificent length, his sac drew tight before her eyes. As she rolled her spine
straight, she let her cheek brush his erection, let the velvety skin caress
hers. The way his breath caught and his body went taut brought on another wave
of dizziness and desire. Oh, she wanted to take the time to taste him, to suck
him until he begged her to let him come, but the dull ache in her womb had
worsened.
    Damn
that extra hour.
    “Now,
Tommy,” she whispered.
    Before
he could move, she swung a leg up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and
clambered up him like he was a tree.
    He
barely had time to grasp her butt to support her before she lowered herself
onto his cock and impaled herself deep.
    “Jesus,
Kira,” he growled, and, oh, God, his voice alone…her climax blasted through
her.
    She
screamed with the intensity of it, with the sweet, sharp pleasure that went on
and on. Searing flashes of light exploded behind her eyelids, and she writhed
against him, felt him lift her up and down, drilling into her core. The
incredible strength it would take to do something like that barely registered
because all that mattered was finding relief that orgasm couldn’t bring.
    Not
her orgasm anyway.
    “Come,
Tommy, please…”
    She
fell forward, burying her face in his neck. The stroke of his shaft against her
pulsing inner walls brought her to the edge again, and she dug her nails deeply
into the ropy muscles between his shoulder blades. He was so strong, so raw,
and she could only bear so much. Groaning in exquisite pleasure, she ground
against him. A shudder went through her, appreciation for the hard body holding
her softer one. The sensation of skin sliding against skin fogged her brain
until all she could do was feel.
    And
the things she felt…fire where their bodies joined, her juices flowing down his
cock, his tawny chest hair rubbing her hard nipples…God, she’d never get
enough.
    She
tightened her secret muscles around his shaft, squeezed so hard she felt his
pulse in the sensitive ring of tissue at her entrance.
    “Oh,
man,” he panted, and he swelled inside her, his release so close she could feel
it coming.
    “Tommy,
fill me…”
    He
grunted, rammed upward so hard she nearly lost her grip, and then his hot wash
of seed spread through her insides like the caress of a million tiny fingers,
and she came apart again. Flexing so violently she felt a pop in her spine, she
bucked against him, let her channel clench and milk every drop he could give
her.
    Slowly,
the sexual haze receded, and she eased back on her gyrating hip motions that
made Tom’s body jerk reactively.
    “Thank
you,” she said, her voice quavering, and he merely nodded, his breathing still
coming in panting rumbles.
    Her
legs felt rubbery and liquid as she let them slide down his magnificent body,
let his semi-erect cock slip from her sex. He watched her, his eyes hooded and
not giving anything away, but she got the impression he didn’t know what to
make of her. No one did, no matter how hard she prayed to find someone who
could.
    When
her heel caught on a baling twine, his hand flashed out to steady her, and this
time his gaze took on a slightly protective gleam. Now might be the perfect
opportunity to set some ground rules for the safety and best interests of all
involved.
    “Look,”
she said, as she retrieved her clothes from the hay bales, “we need to get a
few things out in the open.”
    He
arched an eyebrow and pulled up his shorts. “And those would be?”
    “You
are never, ever to come into my bedroom unless I invite you. Don’t even knock
unless there’s an emergency.” She slipped her tank over her head. “And just
because you’re servicing me, don’t think