by Sahara Kelly
Half-hard at the thought of Minnie here, in his bed, Pierce wondered if he was just another in a string of lovers for her. Would he suffer the same fate? Set aside with polite smiles and empty promises?
Would their intimacy strengthen what he felt was a growing attraction, or would it mark the end?
So many questions, and only one woman could answer them.
He sucked in a deep lungful of the salt-flavored night air, expelling it in a whoosh as another flash of lightning flickered in the distance. The breeze had changed. There was an edge to it now, a warning that no matter how soft it was at this moment, it wouldn’t stay that way. The storm was coming, heading for the coast and the Brass Pluggit.
He welcomed it. He felt as turbulent as the skies, his gut churning, his cock beginning to throb in anticipation. It only needed one thing—his own personal thunderstorm.
And the soft tap on his door told him she’d arrived.
Minnie swallowed nervously as she lifted her hand in another attempt to tap on the door. It was the third time she’d tried.
Why she was having this difficulty, she had no clue, but after the second try, when her knuckles refused to go within an inch of the wood, she nearly turned tail and ran back downstairs to the sanctuary of her room.
She knew Pierce wouldn’t follow. He wasn’t that sort of man. If she came to him, he’d take her presence for what it was—a gift. One he’d appreciate most thoroughly.
It was the thought of that appreciation—and everything it might entail—that finally gave her the courage to tap on the door.
It opened almost immediately.
“You came.”
To describe his voice as a reverent whisper might be an exaggeration, but Minnie felt it was close. And she let her nerves drop away. “Not yet. But I remain hopeful.” She lifted an eyebrow, barely able to make out his features in the darkness.
His soft laugh revealed white teeth and a quick flash of lightning lit the rest of his features, his green eyes fixed steadily on her face.
“Oh, a storm at sea?” She walked in as he stepped aside and closed the door behind her.
“Yes. Heading this way I believe. They’re not unusual at this time of year. Probably be over in a short time once it hits.”
“How thrilling.” She stood at the window watching the clouds, seeing the lightning increase in both frequency and intensity. “I like storms.”
He stood behind her, near enough that she could feel the heat of him through her thin robe. “So do I.” He reached around, hugged her briefly and then untied the knot securing the garment. “I like the electricity that darts through the air.”
A touch of his lips on the nape of her neck sent chills down her spine.
“And I like the sound of the wind and the rain.”
A distant rumble of thunder echoed and Minnie matched it with a low moan as Pierce’s hands stroked from her shoulders down over her arms and back again, a soft petting touch that melted her reserve completely. She leaned back against him, feeling the hardness of his desire pressing against her buttocks.
With a little smile, she wiggled.
“Jesus, woman.” He jerked and slipped both arms around her in a crushing hug. “You’re determined to drive me completely insane, aren’t you?”
“I do my best.” She giggled, loving the sensation of being part of a storm, both outside over the ocean and inside as well. The man behind her was a sensual storm just waiting to break.
She moved her arms, placing her hands over the back of his as they rested around her. Slowly she gripped them and moved them, placing a hand on each breast without hesitation. “I very much enjoy a man touching me here.”
His body tensed behind her. “How? How do you like to be touched? Show me…”
She obeyed, taking his hands and sliding them under the edges of her robe. He gasped as he realized she wore nothing else but her own soft skin. Then, with the lightest of pressures, she rotated his palms, a gentle movement that made her sigh and shiver against him.
The darts of pleasure hardened her nipples beneath the light caress. It was incredibly arousing and Minnie leaned her head back against Pierce as she willingly surrendered to the flickering flames of growing desire.
“Wait…” He stopped for a moment and she felt him shift, then his hands slipped her robe away from her body. When he stepped back she almost cried out. He was nude as well, naked and searingly hot, pressing the front of his body into the back of hers.
Returning to his play, he held her breasts, this time letting his thumbs stroke her nipples while he cupped them, lifting them and adding the gentle squeezing pressure of his fingers.
She moaned quietly, her eyes closing at the pleasure of his touch. His cock was rigid, crushed against her buttocks, easing itself into a comfortable spot between them. The pressure was an arousal in and of itself. She knew her body and its many sexually sensitive places. He’d found a few of them already.
“You’re getting wet for me.” He licked her shoulder. “Your scent. It’s all around us.”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“I want you, Minnie. I want to do things to you, with you. Wonderful things, terrible things, pleasurable and forbidden things.”
Swaying a little as her hips moved involuntarily, she sighed. “What kinds of things?”
“You want me to tell you?”
“Yes. Paint me a picture with your words of what we shall do together. My body is already weeping for you. Make me crazy, Pierce.”
“All right.” He cupped her breasts and pinched her rigid nipples between his thumbs and his fingers. He pinched hard, making her gasp and moan louder.
“I’ll do that, for a start. Then I’ll suckle you until you beg me to stop. Or never to stop. I’ll suckle you until you come for me. Did you know women can come just by being suckled?” His fingers continued to torment her breasts and she didn’t doubt a word of what he was saying. “Then, after that first time, I’ll make you come again. Perhaps with my fingers. I’ll finger fuck you while I watch your face, while you smile and whimper and then cry out my name as you shake and clamp down on the fingers I’ve got inside your pussy.”
“Oh…” She pressed her bottom into his erection. “More. Tell me more.”
“After that, perhaps you’ll need a little time to recover. I’ll let you catch your breath. Then I want to watch you as you touch me, as you learn about me and my body. I want you to do whatever strikes your fancy as I lie beside you. I’d love it if you took my cock into your hands. And yes, into your mouth. I’d very much enjoy watching your lips and seeing them suck my cock.”
She felt that part of him twitch. Truly his words were doing as much to arouse him as they were arousing her. Much more of this and the storm would break early.
“I might come in your mouth if you let me, Minnie. And then I’d make you come in mine. I’d find your special little pearl and tease it with my tongue. I’d lick it, kiss it, urge it outward, make it tremble as I sucked it softly—I know a woman is especially sensitive there. But by God, the feeling when you shatter, when every muscle contracts—it’s as amazing for the man whose tongue is deep inside as it is for the woman.”
“Christ, Pierce…” Liquid slicked Minnie’s thighs. “Jesus Christ.” She moved, an awkward twist, slipping her breasts from his grasp and turning in his arms to crush their bodies together. “Do it. Do it all. Now.”
Pierce stumbled, blinded by a quick flash of lightning. Or perhaps Minnie’s words had closed his eyes forever. He didn’t know, he was just trying to walk her backwards the few short feet to the bed. “What do you want?”
“You.” Her fingers gripped him and moved at his direction. “Anywhere. Everywhere.” She let herself fall, her legs connecting with the quilt.
“Be specific.” His hands stroked her as she lay there, illuminated more frequently by the nearing storm.
“I want you to suckle me.” She gasped and moaned when his hands ran over her breasts to her waist
and hips and then down to the inside of her thighs. “I want you to fuck me with your hands and your tongue and your cock.”
He shuddered at her words, the fire she had built within him threatening to engulf him. He pressed against her legs and parted her. “I intend to. What else?” He let his fingernails graze the delicate skin of her inner thigh, then run up and over her soft belly, deliberately avoiding her pussy and the soft whorls of dark hair that hid her secrets.
“I want to return the favor. I want you in my mouth, Pierce. I want to let my tongue play too.”
He bit back a moan at the image as he shifted her farther up onto the bed and lay beside her. “That would be good. What else?” He leaned over and softly caressed a full breast, loving the heat and the tiny shivers that rippled through her every time he touched her. So responsive, so womanly…
He leaned over and licked her nipple, cat-like, then sucked, releasing it with a little pop. “What else?” He repeated the question.
“I want to be fucked, Pierce.” She groaned out the words as he returned to her breasts, taking them both in his hands and pressing them together, flicking his tongue from nipple to nipple and beginning to suckle at them. “I want to feel your cock inside me, I want to feel you coming.” She sucked in a breath. “I want you to take me any way that feels good. On top, beneath me, behind me…” She shivered and moaned as he sucked harder on her sensitive buds. “I want to feel that sharp pain of your hand as you slap me. It…enhances the experience.”
He paused and licked around one warm breast. “It does?”
“Oh yes.” She moved urgently, her hips pushing eagerly against him. “I enjoy the occasional restraint. Tie my hands if you want, Pierce. Do what you want to me and I’ll do what I want to you.”
He lifted himself over her then, seizing her wrists and holding them apart above her head, pinning her beneath him. They both made a sound as his cock brushed against her slick heat, matching gasps of surprise and pleasure.
She was so hot, her body on fire, her moisture scalding him. It would have been but an instant’s work to plunge inside her and do what he’d wanted to do from the first moment he laid eyes on her.
But he didn’t. This was their first night together. He wanted it to be special…something she’d remember for the rest of her life.
So instead of sating his lust, he simply held her, pressing his body against hers, rubbing his chest over her breasts, listening to her choppy breaths and catching glimpses of her face as the lightning got brighter and the storm grew nearer.
And then he released her to slide down her body and settle at the apex of her thighs.
Minnie couldn’t hold back the cry as his mouth sought and found the center of her pleasure. She was so aroused, so wet, trembling now as the tiny pricks of orgasm threatened to explode low in her body.
And yet he kept her from the ultimate pleasure. His talents were endless apparently, since he seemed to know how much to lick and how hard to suck. And then how to ease her down a little, to tease her with a breath or two blown against flesh that must be crackling with tension.
He kept her on the edge with consummate skill, until she was weeping with the need to come and come and never stop coming. She couldn’t tell whether the roaring in her ears was an echo of her own heartbeat or the thunder as the storm broke above them.
Her thighs tensed around him and yet he ignored the urgent request. Her hips moved, but he held her still with his strong hands clasped around her buttocks.
And he continued to devour her, sucking at her swollen folds, licking her in a maddeningly tantalizing way, investigating every inch of her sex and then going back to make sure he hadn’t missed a spot.
And always returning to her clitoris, laving it, sucking it, rubbing it so gently with his tongue that she wanted to sob with the sheer bliss of it.
Finally, her strength and her willpower were exhausted. And he seemed to sense it. He paused and gripped her buttocks firmly, his fingers very close to that tiny sensitive ring of muscles in her dark cleft. She held her breath.
“Here we go.” He lowered his head and thrust his tongue inside her, pressing his face hard into her pussy. With one quick flick he brought her to her first peak.
She screamed, lightning flashing over their bodies, her heart stopping then exploding into a gallop, which lifted her almost off the bed. He kept flicking his tongue, not letting the orgasm fade until he was ready—or she passed out, whichever came first.
Stars danced before Minnie’s eyes and she truly felt she might indeed faint from the power of her climax. Her inner muscles were trying to grip something—anything. It was that incomplete sensation that kept her conscious.
It was a fantastic orgasm. But it was missing something.
Pierce.
And he knew it. He loved the way she had erupted around his tongue, and couldn’t get enough of the throbbing spasms against his face. He’d sucked her into her release, felt it go on and on and then sensed she was about to come down from it.
He couldn’t stand it anymore.
With her juices still covering his mouth he reared up and found her still-trembling opening with the head of his cock.
“Hang on.” He whispered the words as he pushed his way into her boiling velvet darkness. And thrust.
“Oh God.” She screamed, her muscles gripping him and clamping in a fierce response. She was coming again and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. Just the ripples dancing along his length were enough to make him grit his teeth, and when he withdrew, only to sink back inside her once more…well, it was damn near all over.
Two or three more quick thrusts, a garbled cry from Minnie as she clenched around him and tugged him close with her legs and her arms—Pierce was finished.
He let go, his balls aching for release, his cock buried to the hilt inside her. He came, erupting in a hot gush, filling this amazing woman with his seed. He never even considered withdrawing to come on her belly or any of the other gentlemanly things he probably should have thought of.
All he knew was that his cock was where it belonged. In Minnie. And it wanted to stay there, preferably for a good portion of eternity. He wholeheartedly endorsed the sentiment.
For her part, she was hanging on to him so tightly she would probably leave marks. Her ankles were locked behind his back, her hands clenched around his arms. Her hips were thrust high against his and she couldn’t have taken any more of him unless her body split open and swallowed him.
It was a total and complete physical union. And it was so much more. Pierce nearly sobbed as he made to move, only to have an inner fist grip him fiercely.
“Don’t move. Not yet.” Minnie groaned out the words.
“All right.”
His arms were starting to shake, so he slowly eased down, trying not to crush Minnie as he rolled them both onto their sides. Still joined, he moved their legs to keep his cock from sliding away from her body.
“Oh. That feels so good.” She sighed out the words as he stroked her skin, running his hand from her hip to her shoulder.
“I think that’s an accurate statement.” He smiled at her languorous movements.
“That’s the best thing to happen to me in years.”
“And we have just begun.” He chuckled. “Just think of what lies ahead.”
The thunder boomed loudly and the rain began to fall, slowly at first, then hitting the windows hard.
“Not a good night to be out at sea.” Minnie idly touched his chest, finding a flat nipple and playing with it.
Amazingly, Pierce felt her touch right down to his groin and his balls tingled. “But a good night to be together in here.”
She arched against him, a cat stretch of sinuous skin and muscles, still keeping his cock enveloped within her. And, to his surprise, he felt himself begin to harden again.
“I can feel you.” She touched his cheek. “I can feel your cock.”
Her words added to the resurgence of his ardor. “I kn
ow. Can you take me again, Minnie?”
“Of course.” She smiled. “I want you again. I may have forgotten to mention that I’ve rather a strong appetite for things I enjoy.” Smoothly she slid away from him and rolled over, lifting herself onto all fours and stretching her legs wide apart. He had a flawless view of her ass and her shining pussy lips.
“I enjoy you, Pierce. I want to enjoy you some more.”
There was no question that he was hard again. Confronted with a view like the one he was currently admiring, only a dead man would have failed to respond. And Pierce wasn’t dead. On the contrary, he felt more alive now—in this stormy moment—than he had in a long time.
He needed no encouragement to rise behind Minnie, stroke her buttocks with a loving hand, drag his cock teasingly down the cleft between them, pausing at exactly the right place to make her moan and shiver, and then move on to slick his way through the slippery folds—and into heaven.
She pushed back, he pushed forward.
Now that the first eager climax had been reached by them both, they could take their time, letting the sensations build. Pierce moved, experimenting with angle and depth. Minnie used one hand to tease her nipples, moaning and responding to his thrusts with wiggles and slight adjustments of her own.
They set up a rhythm of mutual pleasure, slow at first, accentuated more than a little when Pierce daringly brought his hand down on Minnie’s delectable arse.
“Oh fuck.” She moaned, loudly. “Yes, oh yes. Do that again.”
The thunder was fading around the Brass Pluggit as the storm moved inland, but there was still enough ambient light for Pierce to see the red welling up on Minnie’s white buttocks. The sound of his hand meeting soft skin with a slap replaced the sounds of the storm, interspersed with sighs and moans from Minnie.
His gentle punishment seemed to stir something inside her, since she was fighting for breaths, sobbing with pleasure and squirming in eager anticipation of his next blow. He found himself incredibly aroused as well, a sense of sexual excitement washing over them both. He wasn’t hurting her and wouldn’t, even if she begged him to.