The Tornado

by Missy Blue

  I sucked in my breath when she crawled over me and swung a leg over my hips until she straddled me. I balled my fists into the comforter as she tilted her head and undid her braid, letting her long thick mane flow free.

  She met my eyes. "What do you think?" she whispered.

  My eyes raked down her involuntarily. "I think you're fucking beautiful," I replied.

  "Do you want to see more?" she asked almost shyly, her voice hushed.

  The urge to protest hit my tongue again, borne only out of worry for her, that she didn't know what she was doing, but died on my tongue at the look in her eyes. I nodded again.

  She slid a hand to her shoulder and slowly pulled one bra strap down and she used her other hand to hold the cup of the bra to her breast as she maneuvered her arm out of the strap. She moved to the other arm and repeated the action. She covered her breasts with a forearm and slowly pulled the garment off herself.

  "Do you want to touch me now?" she whispered.

  Wordlessly, I nodded. Jewel slowly moved her arms away from her chest and I sucked in another breath as I saw her breasts for the first time. They were supple, teardrop shaped, and her nipples were tantalizingly erect and pink, practically begging for my mouth.

  She reached down and took my hand and slowly brought it to her breast. My hand closed gently around it and I swiped my thumb lightly over her nipple, clenching my jaw at the feeling of her soft flesh and the taut little peak that seemed to grow harder under my touch.

  I felt my cock growing and tightening inside my pants and Jewel had seated herself directly over me, and I could feel her hot pussy through the thin fabric of my sweatpants. She sucked in a soft, audible breath when she felt my cock move right against her.

  She covered my hand with her own again, over her breast and squeezed my hand to entice me to squeeze. Unclenching my other fist from the comforter to run my hand down her smooth back, my fingers trailed down the indentation of her spine, until I grazed the soft flesh of her backside. Her other hand met me there and squeezed around it as well.

  "You won't break me," she whispered, a slight smile tugging her lips.

  She leaned close to my face but stopped short of actually kissing me. Her forehead was against me and her lips brushed mine. I felt her breath come in light little pants as my hands roamed and squeezed her body. When both of my hands cupped her breasts at the same time, she sighed and I watched as she bit her lip. I decided I wanted to try something to both gauge her reaction and satiate my own desire so I pushed her back gently by the shoulders and glanced up into her face, seeing her eyes dark with what I hoped was arousal. I pressed one hand into her back and brought my face to her breasts and licked at one of her nipples before drawing it into my mouth. Her flesh was sweet as it always was; her skin smooth and supple and my mouth devoured her.

  She gasped at the initial sensation of my tongue swirling around her sensitive little peak, and she let out a short, soft moan when I suckled at her nipple. I pulled away slowly and looked up at her before repeating the action with her other breast. Her hands grappled at my shoulders and I felt the sweet bite of her nails as they dug into my flesh, letting me know wordlessly how much she liked it.

  I reached up to tilt her head down and stretched my neck slightly to take her mouth in the way we both loved. She was eager with her lips and tongue. I usually made it a point to keep our kisses slow, but as the heat of my growing arousal sharpened, my need for her to the point of desperation, I couldn't slow the movements of my own mouth, too eager to devour as much of her as I could get.

  "Asher," she panted when she pulled her head back. She gripped my face to make me look at her. "You can have me however you want me."

  The words hit me like a bucket of ice water. I didn't want to ruin the moment by asking if she was sure. But I’d promised Jewel she would be safe with me, that I’d protect her. Always.

  Even from me.

  I would rather die than hurt my girl.

  My hesitation must have been plain on my face because she leaned in again and kissed me tenderly. "I'm sure," she whispered, a reply to my unasked question. "I want you to have me. I trust you with my heart."

  At her words, I held her tight as I maneuvered myself to my knees and flipped her onto her back. Surprise filled her eyes as she wasn't expecting the sudden move, but she gazed up at me, her beautiful tits moving quickly with her increased breaths.

  She watched with wide eyes as I pulled off my sweatpants and shucked my socks, leaving me in only my boxer briefs. I loomed over her and thought about how very small she looked underneath me, and how big I must look to her hovering over her. I leaned down to take her lips in mine as I thrust my steel-hard cock right up against her, grinding into her, right between her legs, and she squealed into my mouth, clutching at me, and digging her nails into my shoulders again. Her knees drew up to her ribs before wrapping around my waist to hold me tight against her.

  We stayed like that for a long time, mouths fused together as I ground my increasing hardness into her hot pussy. Finally, I gently broke the hold of her legs and pulled my mouth away. She was panting hard and I reached for the waistband of her thong and pulled it over her hips, down her legs. I pulled them apart again at the ankle and kissed my way upward, alternating between each leg, until I settled myself between her thighs. She knew what was coming but her breath hitched with anticipation anyway and she watched me with wide dark eyes.

  I kissed and suckled at the insides of each thigh, licking the crease of joint where her thighs connected to her pelvis, making her jump, until finally my tongue brushed lightly over her pussy and she moaned aloud. I paused, breathing on the moisture I'd just made, giving her a moment to collect herself, and then I lapped against her, scooping her pussy into my mouth like I was eating the sweetest of all fruits. She squealed and moaned as my tongue moved all over her pussy, into it, taking mouthfuls of her wet, twitching flesh like it was my last meal.

  I'd enjoyed her taste previously, but tonight it was slightly different. It was richer, sweeter. It was heady and intoxicating. And though I enjoyed slowly teasing her orgasms out of her, her taste was too sweet, too delicious for me to curb my greediness as my mouth took her, over and over. I snapped back to the present and realized she had been building an intense orgasm, and judging by the way her hard little clit was growing harder, and swelling up against my tongue, it was about to burst out of her at any moment.

  And then it did, literally, a gush of her sweet fluid rushed out of her and into my mouth, tasting like the heavy syrup from a can of peaches. She keened out a hoarse, shaky moan, her hips bucking. I held them in place as I lapped up all of her sweet syrup from her velvety folds, the insides of her thighs, making sure not one drop went to waste as her body convulsed through the aftershocks. When I'd gotten it all, I moved back up her body to hover my mouth over hers and she tilted her head up to meet me. I immediately pushed in my tongue, deep in her mouth, the way it had been buried deep in her dripping wet pussy only a few moments earlier.

  My cock strained, and I felt like I was harder than I'd ever been in my entire life. It ached a little and I knew I couldn't wait much longer. As though she read my mind, I felt her toes wedge into the waistband of my boxer briefs and maneuver them down over my hips until I could shake them the rest of the way, off my legs. I reached down to touch her and felt like I might come just from knowing, from feeling, how amazingly wet she was now. I took myself in hand and slid my tip along her wet folds, pushing ever so slightly here and there to find the sweetest of the sweet spots that would yield to me, to let me push through and settle into her even sweeter depths.

  I felt her entire body tense and looked into her eyes, immediately stopping my movements, although I twitched against her slippery pussy.

  "Jewel," I murmured, seeing her eyes were squeezed shut tightly. "Don't do that. Open your eyes and look at me."

  She did, and met my gaze. "It's me," I whispered and leaned down to kiss her. Her lips accepted the kiss but
didn't move with me. "You're with me. Just kiss me." I moved my lips insistently over hers until she began to return my kisses and the passion built up between us again.

  "You okay?" I asked between kisses.

  "Yeah," she whispered back. "Please, Asher. Now." Her whisper was laced with need, with want, so I took hold of myself again and found the sweetest point of entry, and lined myself up to it. I parted her lips with my tongue before sliding it down deep into her mouth, to find the prize of her tongue and twist and pull at it slowly with me. At the same time, I coated my tip in her moisture and moved into her slowly.

  I was generously sized with a slight curve, and she was incredibly tight; all of those things required as gentle and slow an entry as possible. I maneuvered my first couple of inches into her and felt her entire body begin to tense up again.

  "Asher," she breathed, doubt flowing out of her now.

  "Relax," I whispered into her neck, and after taking a deep breath, she did, and I pushed forward a few more inches. Her wetness gushed deliciously around me and I felt her ultra-tight walls stretch to let me in and then immediately close around me, fitting me like a glove. I looked into her heavily lidded eyes and pushed my last few inches the rest of the way into her and she gasped. I scanned her face with my eyes to make sure she wasn't in any pain. Her eyes flew open wide and then slowly fluttered shut as her teeth sank into her bottom lip. I nuzzled the pulse in her neck.

  "Talk to me," I murmured. "You okay?"

  "Just…hold on a second," she whispered back. It was quite possibly the most difficult request she'd ever made, as every inch of my skin was burning with the desire, the need, to begin thrusting my hips into her. But I took a deep, silent breath through my nose and waited for her to acclimate herself to the feeling of me inside her. I looked into her face again and saw her eyes were shut tightly. I was about to ask her if she wanted me to stop altogether, when suddenly, I felt one of her legs entangle around the back of my thigh and her other leg slide up against my waist. Then I felt a small but powerful forward thrust of her hips below me, and I bit back a grunt of pleasure at the feeling of her wet, tight walls sliding over me. It was unmistakably permission to go ahead.

  I slid one hand into her hair, the other arm bearing my weight as I leaned over her. I took her mouth with mine again as I started to move, slowly rolling my hips into hers. I didn't push deeply into her and didn't withdraw completely, waiting for her to let me know what she wanted and what she liked. She gasped softly into my mouth and I used all of my self-control and willpower to pace myself. I could have released the moment I entered her fully, her walls felt that fucking amazing around me. But this, as everything had been, was about Jewel. I would make damn sure that her first time, being fully intimate with me, was nothing short of phenomenal for her.

  It was not lost on me that not only was this her first time having sex since her attack...I was the first man she'd been with since. I wanted and needed to show her, remind her, what sex with someone she trusted and cared about, and who trusted and cared about her, could feel like.

  Her mouth had fallen away from me slightly as she became consumed with the feeling of me moving inside her. I was still carefully controlling the movements of my hips, trying to think of other things besides how gorgeous she looked below me, how satiny smooth her skin felt, how fucking tight she was, when I felt her hands move from my sides to my back and run down the length of it, stopping until she had a hand on each cheek. I felt her nails dig in, and the sensation of the tiny sparks of pain in such a sensitive area gave me a jolt, and did nothing to help my cause to last as long as I could. I clenched my jaw, biting back another groan, only to give up on muffling them as another one erupted from my throat when I felt her hands pressing against my ass.

  Deeper.

  I decided to stop double-checking her every request and just obey, so I thrust into her, hissing lightly when I felt my tip slide past my previous boundary into even warmer, wetter territory. Her palms pressed insistently against me, and she whispered something, so softly, I almost didn't hear it. Almost didn't…but I did.

  "Yes."

  I wanted to curse, I wanted to sink my teeth into her neck, but I restrained myself, focusing on the slow, deep thrusts she seemed to be enjoying. I lifted my head and looked down at her.

  It was a fucking bad idea.

  I had looked into the face of a woman riding a high wave of arousal and pleasure, and it almost undid me. I lowered my face to her neck quickly, but the image of her heavy-lidded eyes, narrowed to slits from the surges of pleasure she was feeling, her full, plump, pouty lips parted to let her sighs and pin-drop soft moans escape unhindered, her cheeks flushed and her dark hair fluffed around her like a silken, wavy halo, was seared into my brain like it had been put there with a branding iron. I felt my scrotum jerk as my testes tightened up, preparing for their imminent release.

  Don't fucking do it, I warned myself, squeezing my eyes shut and forcing my breathing to regulate. Do not fucking do it.

  "Asher," she whispered, and I cringed. Hearing my name uttered while she was in such a state of arousal was not helping me out. I lifted my head again and used the hand in her hair to tilt her head toward me so I could take her mouth and silence any other unbearably sexy utterances slipping between her lips. After a few moments, she pulled her mouth away slightly to whisper again. "Harder," she breathed against my lips.

  Oh, fuck.

  I clenched my jaw again as my hips moved of their own accord, as if they heard the request too and were only too happy to obey. She was going to kill me. But I was determined not to come until she reached hers, even if I died in the process. But if she kept making these types of requests, I couldn't guarantee I would survive to see the end result.

  I lowered my mouth to her tit as I moved, my tongue slipping out to tease the erect, pink nipple, making her gasp sharply and tangle the fingers of one hand in my hair. I drew it into my mouth, trying to focus solely on that and not the way her walls kept clamping down around me, and how she only seemed to be getting wetter and wetter.

  I teethed her nipple lightly, smiling when she squealed, moaning when she began lifting her hips off the bed to meet each of my hard thrusts. I pulled away from her breast, moving back up toward her mouth. I meant to tell her she couldn't do that, that this would be over too soon, but the sight of her opened mouth, her lips so plump and moist and inviting, made me forget about what I wanted to say, and instead of using my lips and tongue to talk to her, I used them to taste her mouth. The simultaneous feeling of her tongue sliding and twisting against me, while her hips thrust back against me, deepening the penetration that much more, made me realize that I was fighting a losing battle against myself. The warm heat that had been coiling in my pelvis started pulling tighter and tighter. I felt as though every damn drop of blood in my body had gone to set up shop inside my member. I was going to come. Come real fucking hard, sooner than I had wanted. But I had lost all control. She made my cock feel fucking fantastic.

  I removed my hand from her hair and slipped it down between our bodies, between her legs, and began to stroke her with my fingers in the way I knew all too well that she liked. Her eyes flew open and she looked at me, letting another of those soft moans pass her lips as her body responded to the new set of sensations I was giving her. Her head tilted back into the pillow as her breathing increased. I licked my tongue along the line of her throat, glancing down and seeing her abdominal muscles contract. My lips set up camp in the hollow of her throat as I stroked her, and not too much longer after that, I felt her clit start to harden and swell against my fingertip. My hips never stopped moving, although hers had thankfully settled back onto the bed, stilling at the first touch of my fingers.

  Suddenly her breaths sped up, building on top of each of other, and her moans joined them, building in volume and length. They began as soft little pants, and by the time a real, throaty moan erupted from her throat, her whole body seized. Her legs tightened around me and a soft
string of unintelligible curses fell from her lips. It was, hands down, the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, and although I knew I shouldn't be watching her as it ratcheted up my own need to come, I couldn't look away.

  "Ash!" she breathed rapturously, finally opening her eyes and staring up at me. My teeth sank into my lower lip as I met her gaze, silently begging my body to give me just a little bit longer. Her hands slid down my back to my hips and she took hold of them firmly.

  "Faster," she ordered in a whisper, and I actually groaned, not only from pleasure, but also because that was the final request I dreaded her making. Deep, hard, and fast—this would be over before either one of us knew it.

  "Jewel," I finally managed, my voice deep and rough with lust, "if I do—this is gonna be over too fa—"

  "I want it," she whispered back. "I'm so close. Give it to me."

  Ah, fuck.

  I let her hands guide my hips so I could see just how she liked it. When I reached a specific mixture of speed, depth, and force, she moaned and I felt her legs pull away from me and saw, amazed, that her knees were pulled back, her thighs spread wide, toes in the air, and pointed from years of dance discipline. My eyes followed the line of her leg from hip to toe and it was too much of a turn on. I lowered my face to her neck again, burying it in the soft curve where jaw melded into throat, and drove us both home.

  My hips moved with lightning-sharp thrusts, my tip sliding past a soft, spongy little mass over and over on its way to meet and re-meet her tunnel. And just when I realized I had about five to seven good thrusts left before my body checked out, something fucking amazing happened.

  Her walls shuddered violently and clamped down tight around me, tighter than they had been the entire time I'd been inside her. I felt her skin heat up against me, felt her heart pound through her rib cage, her pulse throb in her neck, felt her nipples become hard and prominent against my chest, and felt her pelvis pulsate and contract rapidly below me. I felt her jaw press into the side of my face as her mouth fell open, and lifted my head in time to watch her eyes snap open wide, like they always did when she was about to come.