Heat of the Storm
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“What do you think?”
Her voice sounded so forlorn that he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Are you scared now?”
“No.”
“Good,” he said with a nod. Shifting over, he propped himself up on one elbow and eyed her curiously. “I want to know more.”
“I already told you everything. I had a vision of the two of us having sex. What more could you want?”
“I want you to tell me exactly what you saw.” He cupped one breast again and squeezed. “And while you tell me, I’m going to make every last detail come true.” He saw the hesitation in her sexy eyes and frowned. “Too late to back out, remember? So start talking, Mac.”
Her delicate throat bobbed as she swallowed. “In the vision your mouth was on my br**sts.”
He moved over so that he straddled her smooth, firm thighs. His c**k nestled against her slick pu**y, but he resisted the urge to slide inside that tight paradise. His mouth hovered over her br**sts as he murmured, “What was I doing?”
“Kissing. Licking.”
He dipped his head and trailed open-mouth kisses along her skin. Fuck, he loved the taste of this woman. Sweet, spicy, deliciously feminine. His tongue darted out, traced the swell of one breast, then the other. “What else?”
“You were sucking my ni**les.”
“Hard? Gentle?”
“Hard,” she wheezed out. “It…hurt. In a good way. I almost came from the feel of your teeth biting into me.”
He ignored the ever-growing hardness between his legs and brought the vision to life. He licked each nipple, flicked his tongue over them, and then drew one deep into his mouth. He sucked roughly, captured the tight bud between his teeth and bit it lightly.
“Like that?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
He circled her areola with his tongue, squeezing her other breast with his hand and feeling her heart pounding against his palm. His c**k was so stiff he could barely move. He brushed his tongue over her flushed skin, then cupped her br**sts and pushed them together so he could feast on both ni**les. He was rougher than usual, nibbling on each turgid bud, sucking so hard he thought he might hurt her. But she didn’t seem to be in distress. Instead she moaned relentlessly, tangled her fingers in his hair and held onto his head to keep it on her tits.
With a ragged breath, he pulled back. “What else happened in the vision?”
“You kissed your way down my body.”
With a satisfied nod, he dragged his mouth south. He didn’t leave one inch of her smooth, creamy skin unkissed. He circled her belly button with his tongue, rubbed his lips over her hipbones, her flat stomach, all the way down to her bare cunt.
She moaned and arched her hips, thrusting into his waiting mouth.
“Did I lick you in the vision?” he muttered.
She responded with a soft sigh, which he took as a yes.
Parting her thighs with his palms, he pressed his lips to her and gave her one lazy lick. She tasted so damn sweet he couldn’t help but lap up her juices, before pushing his tongue inside her wet hole, thrusting in and out.
“What else?” he demanded, lifting his mouth a fraction of an inch. “What else did I do?”
“You…sucked on my clit.”
From the way she choked out the words, he could tell she was having trouble speaking. Good. He wanted her mindless with lust, wanted her to realize the pleasure he could bring her, the pleasure only he could bring her.
His pulse drummed in his ears, making it hard to think, breathe, act. But this wasn’t about him. This was about Mackenzie. He lowered his lips again and flicked his tongue over her swollen clit. When she bucked her hips, he reached for her legs and lifted each one over his shoulders. He tongued her for a few delicious moments, groaning when she wrapped her legs tighter over his shoulders and locked her ankles together.
Fuck, he didn’t know how long he could hold out. His c**k was harder than ever, soaked with pre-come and pleading to be inside Mac’s tightness again.
With a strangled breath, he raised his head and met her glazed eyes. “Did I make you come in the vision?”
She nodded, her expression tortured and aroused, her cheeks red with desire. “Twice.”
He arched a brow. “That’s a tall order.”
A tiny grin tugged at the corners of her lush mouth. “I think you can handle it.”
“I can handle anything you throw my way, baby.”
He grinned back then dipped his head between her legs before she had a chance to reply to the arrogant remark.
Latching his lips over her clit, he sucked the tight bud in his mouth. Mac cried out, the cry transforming into a sexy moan when he shoved one finger deep inside her. He added a second finger, then a third. Fingered her hard while he tongued her sweet spot until a low groan slipped from her throat and she exploded.
“Oh God…Will!”
Satisfaction like he’d never experienced penetrated the very core of him, and his name on her lips made his c**k twitch uncontrollably. He nearly blew his load right then and there, from the feel of her clit pulsating against his tongue and her inner muscles clamping down on his fingers. She writhed on the bed, murmuring his name over and over again, and just when he felt her orgasm subside, he moved his other hand to her ass and shoved a finger inside it. Another groan, wild with desire, slipped from her lips and she came a second time.
“Is that what you saw?” he murmured after she’d stopped shuddering.