HARDCORE: Storm MC(24)

When I finally became aware of Dom again, he was watching me, still from his position halfway down my body. His face was serious, his eyes still dark with desire but also shining with satisfaction. “Good, baby. Let’s get you there again.” I’d never come like that before. I didn’t think I could again. But if he wanted to try, I was certainly not going to stop him.



But this time, I wanted him with me. That was too good not to share.



“Dom, let me touch you.”



The left side of his mouth tipped up in a darling half smile. “Yeah, Sienna. You can touch me.” He really was in an accommodating mood.



And he stood up, moved his hands to his belt to unbuckle it, and then ripped open the fly. I crawled backward on the bed, centering myself with my head near the pillows, and lay there waiting while he shucked his boots and socks, and then his jeans and boxers. He tossed a foil packet on the bed that he must have snagged from a pocket and stood still a moment, looking at me, letting me look at him.



He was so beautiful: so tall, with such smooth skin, that gorgeous athletic build covered in defined but not overwhelming musculature, the slight imperfections of a rugged masculine face dominated by his stunning green eyes and their ridiculously long dark lashes, the soft mop of silky black hair, the light coverage of it on his chest, his six-pack abs, the V at his hips, and the happy trail leading directly down to his amazingly long, thick, hard cock. He truly was a work of art. I was appreciative.



I’d been looking my fill for several moments before I realized he was full-on smiling at me, watching my eyes now. I had thought he was checking me out like I had been checking him out, but then I realized that he’d just been watching me check him out. I blushed and bit down on my lower lip. His grin expanded even more. “Hey, baby, I’m glad you like me. But you said you wanted to touch me, so I’m just waiting for you. Tell me what you want.”



“I want you to come here.” Obligingly he climbed up on the bed and spread himself on his side, raised up on an elbow for leverage. His upper leg shifted my legs apart and then rested between them. His available hand smoothed my chest and shoulder blade, and he slowly drifted it down to direct my arm toward his body. I was thinking exactly along those same lines, and I eagerly returned my gaze to join my hand in a mutual focus on his big, hard, impressively upright cock. Damn, he was big. Long, and thick, and smooth, and pretty. Very few cocks are pretty, I think. But his was actually pretty, in a very seriously masculine way. It perfectly matched the largeness and perfection of the rest of him. I was fascinated.



I grasped him firmly at the base and found that my fingers didn’t quite close around him, so I dug out my other hand to assist. With both hands encircling him, I drew up along the length, squeezing him and watching as he seemed to throb and grow with excitement at the pressure and attention.



I glanced up at his eyes to check his reaction. He was looking down at his cock in my hands, and his face looked all angles and desire.



There was a drop of precum at the tip, and I wanted to taste it, and I wanted his head in my mouth. I wanted to suck on him. I scooched myself down the bed and flipped myself between his legs as he rolled to his back and propped his head up on a pillow for a better angle to watch. I smiled and dipped my head to the tip of him, then licked the precum off the slit, dragging my tongue across it exaggeratedly.



He groaned, and when the tip of my tongue had reached its end I let my lips rest on him, then opened them wide and sucked the entire head into my mouth at once, spreading that drop around inside, and I swallowed.



As I moved my hands back down his shaft and then pulled them back up with firm pressure, I circled my tongue around him, then sucked some more, before drawing myself back, my lips firmly rolling over the sides of the head until he popped out.



“Do that again.”



I complied, happily. Only this time, I didn’t stop.



There was no way I could hope to fit all of him in my mouth, but I was determined to find out how much of it I could, and I proceeded to suck and encircle and rub and pull and rise and fall for the next several minutes.



He had grabbed a firm hold of my hair at the back of my neck and was shifting his hips up and down to match my movements over him, and he was watching me the whole time, and finally he began to hit pay dirt, as his careful thrusts brought him to the very back of my throat.



I kept sucking, willing my gag reflex to relax. My senses caught up in his taste, his beauty, his passion, his need. I was even more wet myself, completely turned on and in tune with him.



He kept repeating, “You’re so beautiful. Beautiful. You’re beautiful. Yes, baby, Sienna, you’re so beautiful. Yes. Yes, yes, oh baby, oh yes. Yes.” I felt beautiful.