by Jaci Burton
“Christ, Kaitlyn. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”
She didn’t answer, just smiled up at him and closed her lips over the tip of his shaft, her tongue swirling over the head to capture the salty taste of him. The flared head heated against her tongue and he jerked his hips forward, sliding his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. He tasted of need and dark, wicked lust, everything she’d wanted from him for years.
She sucked harder, laving his shaft with her tongue and reaching underneath to cup his balls in her palm, gently squeezing them.
“Oh, shit, Kaitlyn!” he bellowed, driving his cock head toward the back of her throat. She reveled in her power to pleasure him, needing to feel him erupting and shooting his cum down her throat. But instead, he reached down and hauled her to her feet, planting his mouth over hers and kissing her with a devastating passion that left her trembling.
She laid her hands on his chest, squeezing the steely muscles there before letting her hands trail down his abdomen. He drew in a harsh breath she wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
“Oh yeah, baby. Stroke it,” he urged, his voice as dark as his heavy-lidded gaze.
His command thrilled her, stoked her own internal fires to a raging inferno. Eagerly she complied, caressing the thick shaft from base to tip, savoring how it pulsed with life against her palm.
A part of her couldn’t believe she held Brett’s cock in her hand, that he was standing before her naked, letting her touch him. How many nights had she dreamed of doing this very thing? Of touching him and taking his cock into her mouth, sucking until he cried out and came.
Now that she had him naked and hard, she intended to fulfill all the fantasies that had gone unfulfilled for too long. Just in case this was the one and only time she’d get the chance.
As she moved her hand over him to caress his taut flesh, she raised her gaze to his. His lips curled in a devilish grin.
“Normally I’d say go ahead, touch and look as long as you like. But cher, I need to be inside you and goddamned quick. We’ll play later.”
Fire burned in his eyes, turning the amber to molten lava. His heat seared her core, her cunt opening, weeping, begging to be filled.
“So turn that powerful magic on us, ma belle petite sorcière, and let’s make love.”
He’d called her his beautiful little witch. God help her but the endearment made her melt. It signaled an acceptance of who she was, when she wasn’t sure he was even aware of her powers.
Before she could utter a response, he swept her into his arms and carried her through the studio and back into his house. Lightning sizzled and thunder roared outside, the wind pushing around them with gale force just as it slammed against the windows.
Yet he didn’t falter even a step, nor did he ask her to explain why the storm outside the house had moved inside with nary a window open. Being allowed to free her magic made her senses soar with bliss, aligning her with the forces of nature outside and slamming her insides with the need to experience a fury all her own.
He kicked open the door that led to his bedroom and deposited her on the bed. A flash of lightning at the window lit up the room.
The furniture was different since the last time she was here, but she only caught a glimpse of a couple dark wood chests of drawers and the posters on all corners of the bed. She scooted across the comforter and made room for him to join her, holding her arms up to receive him.
In an instant he was next to her, his hips nestled against hers as he drew her to her side and wrapped his arms around her. His cock felt like a burning torch against her belly, hard and throbbing. He took her mouth, threading his fingers into her hair and holding her head in place while he ravaged her lips and tongue with intense kisses. His assault left her mindless and gasping for breath. Her magic pulsed, filling the room with the scent of lavender.
Brett lifted his head, stared at the flowers bursting from his carpet, and turned to her, a smile curling his lips. “That’s some interesting magic you have there, Kaitlyn Storm. Is there anything else about you that I should know?”
She wasn’t quite sure how to answer that, but he spoke again, this time drawing his hand over her belly and between her breasts. “For instance, if I lick your nipple, will a flower pop out there?”
She giggled, but only for a second because he did just that, his lips covering one taut nipple, his tongue swirling over the aching bud. She arched her back and moaned at the exquisite sensation as he pulled and tugged at the crest until it popped free of his mouth, standing glistening and erect. He leaned over her and took the other nipple in his mouth, teasing it to the same state.
A soft whimper escaped her lips and she moved her hips in a silent signal, hoping he’d take her as she’d dreamt of for so many years. Her pussy was drenched, liquid arousal seeping from her. Instead, he palmed her belly again and shook his head.
“Incredible body. Just as I imagined. You didn’t have to worry about me painting you wrong, Kait. I’ve known every inch of you for years.”
“You’ve never seen me naked.”
His gaze moved from her sex to her face, the smile disappearing as he said, “Yeah, I have.”
“When?”
“I’ve dreamed about it.”
Her heart clenched at his words. He’d dreamed of making love to her, the same as she had about him? Then why had they spent all these years apart? Why had he married Amanda instead of—
No. She wouldn’t go there, it wasn’t fair. Back then neither of them had been ready for this. Now? Now she was more than ready.
“I used to dream about you, too.”
“Is that right?” But he’d turned his attention from her face to her belly again, sliding his hand over the flat plane and then lower to cup her sex. “I’ll bet you had sweet little girlie dreams of lovemaking. My dreams about you were a little…darker.”
His hand on her mound was like dipping into a fiery bath. She cried out and rain burst from the ceiling, the light mist tinged with the smell of sweet flowers. Brett didn’t even pause, instead slid his fingers lower, circling her clit and slipping one between her throbbing pussy lips to dip inside her cunt.
“Christ, it’s hot in there,” he murmured, withdrawing his thick finger, only to thrust two of them inside her. She moved her hips against his hand, so close to orgasm she could feel the quakes squeezing his fingers.
“Please, Brett,” she whimpered, reaching down to grab his wrist and guide the tempo she needed. “God, I need you inside me.”
He gave her exactly what she needed, using his thumb to draw circles around her clit. Searing heat burned her but she still inched closer to the flame, needing what only he could give her. A rush of cream spilled from her again, and he murmured his approval.
“Oh yeah. So fucking hot. I dreamed of touching you like this, to feel the heat that radiated from your body. I knew you’d be hot inside. Hot and creamy.”
His words melted her, drawing more juices from her.
“I dreamed of a lot of things,” he continued, his fingers continuing to pump inside her. “Hot, wicked, nasty things I wanted to do with you. Can you handle that, Kaitlyn? Can you give me everything I want?”
She couldn’t answer him, his words driving her closer and closer to the edge of sanity. But each time she poised near the edge, he slowed the pace, painting her clit with her own juices—soft, swirling caresses over her distended pearl, then moving away as soon as he found that spot guaranteed to catapult her into immediate orgasm. He was driving her slowly crazy, but it was an amazing experience, one she wouldn’t miss for a thousand orgasms.
When he moved his hand and rested it on her thigh, her eyes flew open, beseeching him with her gaze.
“Not yet, baby. Answer my question.”
Whimpering her frustration, she said, “I want it any way you want it, Brett.”
“Oh I don’t know about that.” He traced wet circles around her belly button, painting her skin with the cream from her cun
t. “I want to fill every hole you have with my cock—I want to feel it in your mouth, your pussy and your ass. I want to bend you over and spank that gorgeous ass of yours while I fuck you. I want you to suck me until I shoot buckets of hot cum down your throat. So tell me the truth, cher. Can you handle me?”
Pitié douce! The way he described what he wanted to do with her was so damn hot she could cry. “Yes!” she whimpered, desperate for him to do all he suggested. “Yes, I can handle it.”
“Good.”
She sighed in relief when he skated down her belly and cupped her sex again, dipping his fingers inside her and thrusting with renewed precision.
“So wet. You’re burning me, Kaitlyn. Now come for me. I want your cunt gripping my fingers when you come. I want to feel what it’s going to be like when I fuck you.”
This time when he caressed her clit, he didn’t stop. Instead, he used one hand to pluck and pet her bud while driving his fingers into her cunt. She lifted her hips and cried out, digging her nails into his arm as she flew into a rushing orgasm that filled the room with a heavy downpour of rain.
Thunder shook the bed, lightning arcing just over their heads. The wind whipped tendrils of hair into her face, but she hardly noticed any of it, too caught up in the maelstrom of orgasm. The pulsing had no more subsided than he was over her, nudging her legs apart with his knee and coming down on top of her.
She was still pulsing when he drove his thick cock deep into her pussy. Her tight channel gripped and sucked him inside. She wrapped her legs around his waist, tears pouring from her eyes and mixing with the raindrops pelting the pillows.
Brett was inside her, one with her, just as she’d imagined all those years ago. The enormity of the moment was unbearable and she cupped his face in her hands to draw him into a kiss.
His mouth ground against hers, his pelvis doing the same against her pussy as he reared back, only to thrust deeper inside her heated core.
This was the magic. Not the thunder or lightning or rain. This moment with this man, she felt the awesome power of destiny, and knew what she had always suspected was true. Brett was her destiny. Time had not changed her feelings for him. They had only deepened. She loved him as much now as she ever had before, with an intensity that both frightened and compelled her. She’d never known feelings like this, had never felt so complete in a man’s arms before. He fit her perfectly, inside and out.
“Bring on the thunder, cher,” he said, slamming against her with savage power. “Come with me and make it pour on both of us.”
His balls slapped her ass as he moved with lightning speed inside her. The movements of his pelvis grinding against her clit had her clutching him for support. She felt like she was falling. Slowly, irrevocably sailing over a cliff and he was her only lifeline.
When her second climax hit like a rushing wave, she held her breath and took him with her, holding tight as he poured hot jets of cum deep inside her, then collapsed and rolled her over on top of him.
She could stay like this forever, listening to the sound of the retreating storm, his hands roaming featherlight over her back and buttocks. She tried to shift, afraid she was too heavy on top of him, but he held her in place with his hands, continuing to stroke her skin and hair.
The room was totally dry, the blankets bearing no evidence of the earlier indoor downpour. She was certain that at some point she’d have to explain the Storm family powers to Brett. But he hadn’t asked, and she was more than happy to wait to explain.
Besides, there was nothing more magical than being in his arms as he held her safe within his embrace. If her life ended right now, she’d die happy. All the years of waiting for love to find her had been worth this one moment in time.
“I hope you’re not too tired,” he whispered against her ear. “Because we’ve just started. We have a night’s worth of debauchery ahead of us.”
She lifted up to look at him, grinning at his mussed hair. His eyes twinkled with devilish delight. This night was just like she’d imagined. “Debauchery, huh? Bring it on.”
Chapter Six
Brett stared into Kaitlyn’s excited eyes at the mention of the things they had yet to do.
The things they shouldn’t be doing. He should have never let her push him this far. Oh hell, who was he kidding? She barely poked a finger in his chest and he crumbled, taking her despite years of self-warnings.
But now he wouldn’t think about the repercussions of what they’d done. How could he when a goddess rested on top of him?
God, she was beautiful. Her hair tumbled over his chest, her skin moist with sweat and scented with sex and flowers. The Storms’ magic, which he’d known about for years, made her even more special, especially since he took the outpouring of rain, lightning and thunder as a sign that she’d lost all control during their lovemaking. Hell, what guy wouldn’t take that as a compliment?
The feel of her breathing against his chest, her body pressed so intimately against him, had him ready again. His cock twitched and began to harden again, rising up between her legs to nestle between her buttocks.
Her eyes widened. “So soon?”
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to get you naked and have my wicked way with you,” he teased, taking one of her hands and nibbling on the pad of her thumb.
She shivered and wriggled against him, her wet pussy stroking the top of his shaft. He clutched her buttocks and drew her back and forth, the tiny nub of her clit grazing his pelvis. Once she realized what he was doing, she braced her arms on either side of his shoulders and rocked with him, lingering on the down sweep and enveloping his shaft between the soft globes of her ass cheeks.
Her gaze caught and held his, the intensity swirling in her eyes something he wanted to stop and immediately paint. Just her face and the way her prominent cheekbones pinkened when she was turned on, the way she worried her bottom lip with her teeth when she concentrated, but especially how her eyes seemed to change color from golden to green as he watched.
He wanted to paint her in the middle of a field of green grass, sweeping magnolia trees and wildflowers, her arms outstretched toward the heavens while rain poured over her. Because that’s how he saw her right now.
“Tell me what’s on your mind,” she asked, dragging herself up his chest so that their noses touched. Her eyes crossed and she giggled.
“Do you really want to know what’s on my mind?” He wouldn’t tell her about how he saw her. That would only make her blush. The best he could do was show her how he felt, because he’d never be able to put his feelings into words.
“Sure I do. I mean, I can certainly feel something down there between my legs. I might know what you’re thinking about, but I can’t be sure.”
His teasing seductress arched a wicked brow and licked her bottom lip, an invitation he couldn’t refuse. He cupped the back of her neck and drew her toward his waiting mouth, plunging his tongue inside as soon as lips met lips. Her breath washed over him, as sweet as a stolen bud of spring honeysuckle. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pressed her lips harder against his, lapping at the tip of his tongue until his balls drew up tight and throbbed.
She was sweet spring and innocence mixed with a full-blooded womanly temptress and he wasn’t sure which one he preferred. Probably the combination of both, since that’s what made Kaitlyn the woman he l—
…lusted after. That was the right “L” word. There was no emotion behind it. He simply couldn’t get enough of her.
But he would get enough, and it would have to be tonight. Because there’d be no repeat performance, no doing this again, no chance in hell of this becoming a relationship. He owed at least that much to her, to save her from what would someday be her enormous regrets that this night had occurred. Better to enjoy it while it happened for what it was, which was purely and simply…sex.
Great sex. Phenomenal sex. The kind of sex he’d whispered in her ear earlier, when he’d told her all his deep, dark desires for her.
He cupped her buttocks and rolled her over onto her back, then slid off the bed and dragged her hips to the edge. Her legs dangled over the sides and he picked up one tiny foot, marveling at the bright pink toenail polish on each nail and the delicate silver chain of tinkling bells adorning one ankle. The sounds they made when he moved her leg reminded him of soft, falling rain.
When he kissed her toes one by one, she sighed. When he took one into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, she moaned, then had the same reaction when he took her other foot and did the same thing. When he scooted between her thighs and blew softly on her wet, bare sex, her head shot up, her widened eyes made contact with his.
“Let me…clean up a bit.”
He grinned and held firmly to her thighs, holding her in place. “No. I want to taste the two of us mixed together. You need cleaning up, I’ll do it. With my tongue.”
“Brett, I really don’t—oh, God.”
His mouth made contact with the swollen pink lips of her pussy. Her head fell back against the sheets, her fingers curling into the satin coverlet under her hands.
God, her pussy was so hot, so creamy. Both his cum and hers dripped from her, reminding him what it had been like to shoot inside her. He licked a few of the salty drops from her slit before plunging his tongue inside to take a mouthful of the sweetest cream he’d ever tasted.
Her hips bucked against his face, little mewling cries escaping her lips. He buried his nose along the side of her clit, licking her cunt and sweeping his head from side to side to torment the little pearl hidden under its protective hood. With great regret he moved away from the tasty juices pouring from her pussy and swirled his tongue around the bud of her clit, coaxing it out from its hiding place. He pressed the flat of his tongue gently over the distended nub, licking in small circles until her knuckles turned white from clutching the covers and she was shrieking louder than the thunder outside.
Along with her cries, his mouth was suddenly filled with the tasty hot cream of her cum as she flooded his tongue and rocked her pussy against his face. He smiled against her skin when he felt the mist of a soft rain that seemed to fall from the ceiling, but took it as a sign she was being well satisfied. And that was his primary goal tonight—to satisfy his woman. During the short period of time she was, in fact, his woman.