HARDCORE: Storm MC(19)

I looked at her for a beat. I could tell it was something deadly serious; her eyes were like pools, and her face was still. “Okay, babe. Not tonight, and not here. But nothin’ happens tonight. When you tell me, we’ll sort it out. But you do nothin’ about it tonight. We clear?”



And just to bring her back to the now, I withdrew my finger from her tight wet channel and slightly drew my palm back, then circled her clit with my practiced fingers and squeezed it between two. Immediately her focus was back on her body, and she tilted her pelvis toward me and groaned, her head falling back. “Oh, god.”



“We clear, Sienna?”



“Yes. Yes, Dom. Yes.”



“Okay, then. Now get up, on your feet. Lean over the couch and hold on. I’m gonna give you what you want now, baby. Brace for it.” As she unsteadily and speedily moved into place, I snagged a foil pack out of my back pocket, ripped it open, and rolled it on, giving myself a pump or two as I watched her amazing ass and gorgeous pussy presented for me.



I walked up behind her, lightly fingered the soft round cheeks and generous curves of her hips, feeling her amazing heat as I pressed my cock in her crack. Then I took myself in hand to guide my way into her core and thrust forward in a single strong shove.



I gave her a minute to breathe through the adjustment again, to get used to the sensation of me inside her. Fuck, but I wanted a minute for myself, too; she was so wet, and so tight, and she felt amazing.



After some seconds, I asked, “You okay?”



She nodded and said in a voice breathy and weak, “More, please.”



I gave her more. I began moving slowly, out and in and out and in. I looked down and watched the movement of my long heavy cock as it appeared and disappeared again and again, her tiny body enveloping and receiving me in its pretty pink wetness. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, with her heart-shaped ass turned up at me, begging for more, over and over, again and again and again. I picked up my pace, and her breathing and mine grew heavier, and she got loud with inarticulate gasps at every thrust forward. I just kept pumping, and watching, holding her firmly by the hips so I could control the movement of us both.



I could sense from her gasps, her sounds, and the tension in her back and legs that she was getting close.



“That’s it, baby. Let it go.” I reached around to finger her clit with one hand, circling and pushing on it while I continued pumping forcefully in and out, almost close to losing it myself. My pace was driving, faster than the beat of the heavy music that pounded through the speakers, and the off-beat rhythm of our mad fucking was making it that much hotter.



I was about to lose it, when I finally felt her go off. Her body shook and she lost all tension; it exploded out of her, and her upper body collapsed against the couch seat. Her back heaved with her breaths. I allowed myself to go crazy then, pumping like mad, my hands locked on her hips, driving in and out of her. I was lost in the sensations of her heat and wetness and that tight fucking cunt, so beautiful and amazing. And I blew, and lost my mind, too.





Chapter Seven



Sienna



He was heavy on my back, still embedded deep inside me, and our bodies were slick with our combined sweat. The scent of our sex permeated the air. I was collapsed in a kind of curl on the couch, slowly coming back into the moment, and I knew he’d be at least a minute or two behind me. That was okay. His weight was comforting; I felt protected, safe, and utterly at ease. It was wonderful. I didn’t realize how much my daily tension—and the added stresses of today’s extreme tension—had taken hold of my body. He really was good for me, at least on this physical level.



As my consciousness slowly drifted back to awake, I recognized how right he had been: that my body recognized him, sought him out, trusted him even before my mind did. He was offering himself to me, in a way, by asking for my trust, my confidence, my faith in his ability to help me. This was a new experience for me, and it was hard for me to grasp all the implications. But I did know that this might be my only opportunity to ask for his help, to test that trust. He’d given me no reason to disbelieve what he said, and every reason to believe him. He treated me with kindness, and caring, and firmness, and humor, and a fierce strength that I knew would be necessary, no matter how things played out ahead.



The bottom line was that I wanted to trust him. I wanted his help. I wanted to not be alone anymore.



Asia had been a rock for me, but she had her own life, too, and her own baggage that she was trying to carry. She balanced as precariously as I did. I loved her dearly, but I could not ask more of her than her love and honesty and emo support.