Tame the Storm: 2 (Cinder Mated) (13 page)
“This pussy, it’s a sweet thing.” He kissed her slit. Then with a delicate touch, he separated her lips and stared at her. “And I want to get to know it. Every bit of it.”
His tongue stroked leisurely over one fold then down another. From the top, nearly touching her clit, but teasing away at the last minute as she undulated against his hold, all the way down to the bottom of her cunt, nearly touching her anus.
His mouth explored everywhere. And he talked and talked. Her frustration grew to incoherent babbles.
“Do you like it when I pump my tongue inside you?” He followed suit, fucking her with his tongue. Over and over. Until she was mindless and her hands clutched the bed trying to keep from flying off.
“Mpfht.”
“Does that mean,
more
? You want more, sugar?”
“Yes,” she hissed. The edge was so acute, she grew angry in failing to reach orgasm. Frustration made her squirm and beg.
“This is more. Hold onto me. I’ve got you.”
His hands covered her fists and wrenched them out of the sheets as he slowly licked her folds again. She relaxed her grip and he brought her hands to his head. Clutching him, she drank in the sensation of his hair, of his heat, of holding his head as his tongue found her clit. She shook with near overload.
Drawing her up that sensual cliff, he attacked her clit with fast strokes.
“Oh,” she babbled. “Oh, please.”
His tongue pressed down on that hard bundle of nerves as his fingers entered her pussy. She shattered. Absolutely shattered with a rush of bliss that pulled a yelp from her. “Oh yes!”
Her thighs quaked as she hung in that cloud of bliss.
He covered her and his big body held her down as the bliss rode through her. All that skin, touching her, made her cry out with the near painful pleasure of it.
He kissed her. His taste musky from her cream, he whispered to her, “I still have your button.”
“My button?” Her nipples were tight and aching again, pressed against his chest and her mind still muddled from orgasm. She couldn’t parse what he’d said. She forced her vision to clear and she stared up at his warm brown eyes, framed by those dark lashes and his wonderful lips, soft and still wet.
“Out in the garden. When I used my wind to get you off. I broke your button. I still have it.” His hands trailed along her rib cage slowly until he framed her breasts from underneath. “I love that you don’t wear a bra over these amazing tits.”
Giggling, she thrust her chest tighter against his. “I usually do. I think someone stole my bras.”
“I may know that someone.”
With a freeing laugh, she let herself fall into him. “You stole my bras?”
He smirked. “Let’s try it this way.”
Her head tilted in question, but he didn’t answer. He rolled them, helping her straddle him just below his still hard cock. “I want to watch you ride me, see those tits bounce and finger that clit until you scream.”
She hissed and rocked forward against his cock. And unbelievably, so soon after she’d had an orgasm, she was eager for him again. Hot and anxious. “It turns me on when you talk like that.”
“This turns me on, those tight red nipples.” His hands cradled her, thumbing across her sensitive breasts. The pleasure was so acute, she gasped and rocked into his grip.
Unbelievably sensitive and wet, she groaned. Her folds slid against the ridges of his cock and coated him with her excitement.
“Help me, Griff.” She grabbed the base of his cock and stroked upward. He was so hot and hard. The feeling of his flesh was sensual and a reward all its own.
“You’re doing fine.” His tight voice excited her further. “Lift up. All you have to do is sit on it.”
She went up on her knees but lost hold of him. Griff did help, then. He gripped himself, pointing his cock straight up toward where she needed him most. The head of his cock slipped in her wetness and up, sliding over her clit. “Oh, um, that’s. Amazing.”
Griff’s hips rocked. His hard cock stroked the outside of her pussy in short thrusts that teased that tight bundle of nerves. Her body tightened and she spiraled up and up. “Not so soon. Slide down on me. Yes, like that. Just like that.”
She sank down as Griff held himself. He filled her slowly as she took her time, reveling in the incredible, filling stretch. She bounced, coating him, slicking him, making it easier to move.
“Damn you feel so good.” Griff rotated his hips in a tight circle. She rocked up and down in shallow moves. He hissed and made a deep grunt. “Can’t take any more.”
His other hand gripped her hip. He pushed her down as he surged up, hilting inside her. The slight tug of his girth made her hot, made her burn. Both hands dug into her hips, guiding and helping her set a pace. “You feel so good inside me.”
“Hell yes, I feel damn good being inside you.” He gave her a lopsided smile that made her heart lurch. “You’ll feel even better when I do this.”
He lightly twisted a nipple and she groaned, “Yes.”
The thumb of his other hand slid over her mound. Parting her, he found her clit, circling that small sensitive spot until she went dizzy. Her mouth fell open and she made unintelligible sounds until she finally managed the only thought that mattered, “Gonna come.”
“Hurry. Do it. Give it up. Give it to me.”
A scream ripped from her throat and she bore down, grinding her mound against him. His fingers tightened and he growled as he thrust with a brutal shove, holding still as he pulsed deep inside her.
For a long moment, she held there, riding the crest.
She fell onto his chest, rising and falling in large pulls of air.
After several moments, she came to her senses to realize rain fell gently on her back.
“It’s raining in your room, Griff.”
“Our room, Astrid. Let me in. It’s time.”
His cock still buried in her pussy, she felt surrounded by him. He was inside her body, around her body, and in her mind. His weather coated her back. His warm skin touched her from cheek to toe.
“Open to me, love.” Griff stroked her hair and she closed her eyes, letting down the shield she’d only just come to understand.
Rain pattered. Wind blew. The itch on her skin grew electric, thrilling. Lightning crashed around them, inside the room, making her hair stand on end. She yelled into the now howling wind that whipped around the bed. “You have to let me in too.”
She caught his gaze, falling into the swirl of passion there. “I’m all yours. All.”
A roar filled the room and sparks flashed from dark clouds hovering around the edges of the bed. Inside, a warmth balled in her stomach and spread outward, zinging through her and out, into Griff and back again.
Then it all stopped. The sudden quiet buzzed in her ears.
She blinked and stared into Griff’s tender smile. “We did it, then.”
It worked. They’d become talent-partners, making each other stronger, better, longer-lived, and they balanced. They belonged together, for many, many years to come. She smiled, the happiness nearly too large to contain inside her. “We did do it. I’m glad. Not only did we become perfect partners, but we stopped a dangerous plot. I’d call it a good day.”
“A great day.”
“Amazing, even.” She grinned even wider and rested on him, that large hunk of man beneath her. “I’ve never felt better.”
“Me, either. But I’ll bet I can make you feel even better. Give me another hour and then we’ll talk about how you feel.”
His hips shoved up and his cock, already hard again, rocked inside her. She shivered and undulated, taking him as the clouds around the bed cleared and the sun started to rise through the windows, bathing the bed in light.
“Glorious. A glorious day.”
“Are you ready?” Griffin held his bride’s hand and squeezed it.
Astrid smiled up at him. Her face gleamed in the light and she nodded as she stroked his knuckles with her other hand. “Very.”
She was beautiful in a white sundress she’d made herself. Happy to show so much skin and not care if anyone touched her, she’d spent the two weeks since they’d joined holed up with either Susan—learning more about controlling her talent, or with Clarissa—working on their dresses.
“It’s just a civil wedding. We could’ve done up the whole big deal if you’d wanted.” Griffin felt a small pang. He should’ve given her better.
“This is all I want. You.” She glanced over her shoulder. “And the rest of my new family.”
Behind them, waiting outside the Atlanta courthouse, Ray shoved sunglasses up his nose and stood glowering at Clarissa. Sean and Daisy, arms around each other, chatted with them. There they all stood. His family.
He tugged Astrid into his arms and kissed her warmly on the mouth.
“And you too. You’re my family now.”
“Not yet.” Astrid took an arm from around his neck to tweak his nose. “But soon as that judge inside says so.”
“I don’t need a judge for that.” Inside, he touched on that thread that seemed to reside in his chest and the tug of warmth that spread through him as if Astrid had caressed his entire body with her mind.
Her face went soft. Peace settled over her and the excitement that had bounced around her all morning turned into an internal glow that nearly made his eyes water.
“We’re a balance. We’re family.”
“We are.” Astrid kissed him lightly. He moved to deepen the contact but she pulled back. “But get inside that courthouse and make an honest woman of me.”
“Don’t know if that’s possible, woman.” He chuckled and led her inside, knowing the rest of the family would follow. “I’ve seen you play Monopoly.”
As a child Ella read every book she could get her hands on, which meant most of her dad's science fiction and fantasy collection. There she found a special love of elves, dragons and knights. Unable to live in those fantasy worlds, Ella has worked as a waitress, a cashier, a receptionist to a U.S. Senator, a network admin, a web developer and an all-around card-carrying geek.
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