The deep, gentletones of Alejandro Manzano filtered their way across the dance floor, marrying with the acoustic guitars in a sweet harmony. Our first dance was beautiful… I twirled under the lights; Storm’s strong hands grasped one of my own, clasping me tight to his body. We spun slowly, our feet in time with the music and our heartbeats. We stared into each other’s eyes, navy and chocolate, lost in the moment between us. With you in time
There’s nothing else
My life stands still
You are the will that makes me strong
Make me strong
If ever alone in this world I know I’ll always…
I pulled his head down, his lips crashing against mine. We kissed slowly, our tongues tangling together. I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling dizzy with the taste of him. Find me, here in your arms
Now I’m wondering where you’ve always been
Blindly, I came to you
Knowing you’d breathe new life from within
You sleep, here in my arms
Where the world just shuts down for a while
Blindly, you came to me
Finding peace and belief in this smile
Find some peace and belief in this smile
At the end chord, I pulled away and Storm dipped me backwards gently. I giggled as he picked me back up and kissed me sweetly, chastely on my lips. I heard applause in the background and the DJ turned up the music.
Our front door never looked so inviting. It was past midnight, and the early start had exhausted us both. I fished in my handbag for the house keys and unlocked the door, but Storm stopped me from entering.
“I have to carry you, Ari,” he said, pulling me round to face him. I rolled my eyes.
“No you don’t,” I said, “I just want to get to bed.”
Storm put his arms around my waist and lifted me up. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck and held on as he walked over the threshold, up the stairs and placed me gently on our bed. He strode into the bathroom to get changed.
I lay on the bed, relaxing. I knew I’d have to get changed – the linen in my dress was already crumples, they should come out when I wash it.
Storm came out of the bathroom and sat down next to me.
“Go get changed. I’ll get the hot chocolate and the biscuits.”
“Thanks, Storm,” I replied, hauling myself up on tired legs and wandered into the tiled room. I took a short shower, made sure my hair was washed. I stood in front of the mirror and began to dry myself off. I’d learnt from experience that going to bed with wet hair only made things uncomfortable in the morning.
“Are you ok?” called Storm through the door.
“I’ll be out in a minute!” I shouted through the bathroom door. I looked at myself in the mirror; I’d taken all my make-up off, my dress and cardigan were hung up and my shoes placed neatly in their box. I’d removed all traces of the day; now was just for us. I put my pyjamas on, just bottoms and a crop top and wandered out. Storm was already in bed, sat on top of the duvet wearing just his pyjama bottoms. The pillows were fluffed up behind his back and he had the TV remote in his hand.
“Finally,” he smiled. “I thought you’d got lost down the plug hole or something.”
“Shu’up dickhead,” I replied, throwing myself onto the bed and cuddling up to his side. Storm handed me the remote and I turned it over to NCIS
“Love you too, Ari,” he said wryly. It was easy to watch and I didn’t feel like thinking too hard after today. It had been stressful, but a lot of fun. We watched until the end of the episode, by which time I was yawning. I turned the TV off and sighed, stretching out the ache in my back from dancing for four hours.
“Fancy a massage?” Storm said. “You still look a bit tense.” There was no seduction in his voice, only kindness.
“Please,” I answered, sighing and rolling onto my front. I close my eyes and surrendered to the feelings of comfort and warmth. The bed was squashy and huge, as were the pillows and the duvet.
Storm helped me get my crop top off and sat on my bum. He ran his hands up my back, pressing his thumbs gently into the dip of my spine; I moaned out loud as he found the tense knot in my middle back. He kissed my shoulders and the back of my neck whilst his fingers ran up and down my arms, giving me goose bumps.
Sitting up, he ran his fingers down my sides, brushing the sides of my breasts. I squirmed gently at the contact.
“Mmm, was that intentional?” I asked, my voice purring seductively.
“Maybe,” he replied, just as seductive.
He continued rubbing for a while, occasionally brushing my breasts. I wasn’t sure how long for; I was too busy floating on gentle waves of pleasure. I felt myself revelling in the attention. Storm eventually gave up and just lay on top of my back; it was really warm and I didn’t mind his weight on me – if anything, I liked it.
Slowly, I felt him harden against my lower backside; the head of his member was pressing against my lips and I felt my body grow warmer. I moaned when I shifted and he brushed my clit.
“Sorry Ari… I can’t help it. You’re just so sexy,” he said, his voice tense but apologetic.
“Get off a sec,” I replied, wriggling out from underneath his warm weight. He lay on his back, arms folded under his head whilst I lay on my side, gesturing for him to do the same. Storm’s arm draped over my waist and he pulled me close to him. I kissed him, my fingers tangled into his soft, wavy hair. I shivered; the parts of my body that weren’t touching him were cold. We both wriggled around, occasionally kneeing or elbowing ourselves, laughing softly into each other’s necks, searching blindly for the blanket.
When we finally got under it, we held each other tight, pressing our warm bodies together. My hands drifted up and down his back and I dug my nails into his shoulders; Storm moaned and bucked his hardness into my hip, biting my shoulder. Giggling slightly, gasping from the combined pain and tingle now spreading through my body, I pulled his head towards mine and kissed him gently. Our tongues danced in unison and one of his hands came up to cup my breast; the nipple hardened instantly under his touch and I could feel it tighten against his fingers. In turn I raised a hand to his nipple and ran my thumb across it gently. It hardened and I felt Storm gasp.
Storm pulled away from our passionate kiss and smiled at me, his grey eyes twinkling. I reached down to his member and stroked it, enjoying the feel of the soft, silky foreskin under my fingertips. I could feel every vein, every ridge and I knew just how to run my fingers gently over the swollen head to make him twitch in excitement.
“Ari, Ari, you need to stop,” Storm said, every breath sounding laboured.
“Why?” I asked, pausing in my ministrations.
“You’re going to make me come,” he said.
“That’s the idea,” I replied. He’d made me feel amazing all day; now it was my turn to do the same for him in a way that was guaranteed to do the job.
“No,” he retorted, “not before you.” He ran his fingers down my stomach towards my bare lips which were swollen and dripping with my lust. I tensed in anticipation of what he was about to do, what I hoped he would do. He barely touched my sex, his fingertips ghosting around it. I couldn’t help moaning at the sensations he was pulling through my body. So wet…
We pleasured each other for some time, occasionally stopping before we came to prolong the sweet torture before we finally reached our climaxes. I took control, pushing him onto his back. The heat between us was caused by more than the blanket. I straddled him, feeling the soft hardness beneath me. I sat up completely, baring my entire body to his heated gaze; I watched his eyes run over my neck, my breasts, the erect taut nipples, down the curve of my stomach and flaring hips. I was naked under his watch, I felt him baring me to my very soul. I closed my eyes as he ran his hands over me gently. Slowly, I rubbed his cock across my nether lips, coating it in sticky wetness; even I could smell the scent of my arousal.
His hands gripped my waist tighter and tighter, pulling me down for a kiss. His lips were soft and urgent. We were both breathing faster than usual, gasping for air in the heat and closeness. I held his hands above his head as I kissed him, enjoying the feeling of being dominant. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter every time Storm’s member nudged my clit and I needed to feel him inside me. The ache inside me was becoming unbearable. I pulled away from him, sat up and slowly lowered myself onto him. I moaned loudly, feeling every inch of his cock slowly stretching me. It was so hot under the blanket and neither of us cared.
“Oh, oh god, Ari, so… tight, so wet,” he groaned. I sank down on him until his entire shaft was buried deeply inside me and his head was bumping my cervix, sending me into spasms. I felt full, complete. I began to move so I could ride him, but he stopped me. A wicked grin creased his featured; he grabbed my waist and rolled us over, his member never slipping from my tight confines. Once on top of me, he rocked back and forth, my legs wrapped round his waist, kissing my lips intently. Pressure was building deep inside my belly and I could feel every muscle in my body tensing – his thrusting brought me higher and higher towards the ultimate pleasure but I needed more, something more to tip me over the edge.
He sat up, sensing my need, thrusting harder and faster with each stroke. He put his thumb onto my clit and rubbed once, twice, firmly stroking my nub whilst I shuddered around him.
“Oh yes, please, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I could hear myself moaning but couldn’t stop. One hand went to my nipple, tweaking it in time with his strokes. I was at the edge, so close to the point of no return as Storm angled his thrusts up slightly. He hit my G-spot sending sparks through my entire body. I felt my legs give way, my inner muscles squeezing him tightly and my eyes rolled back into my head. I was thrown high in the air on waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“Yes, Storm, oh God Storm, yes!” I half moaned, half screamed through my orgasm. Just as the waves were slowing I felt and saw him come; his eyes glossed over, his entire body went rigid, and his cock pulsated inside me, sending spurts of hot semen deep into my pussy. He thrust once, twice, pushing himself deeper inside me than he ever had before.
“Ari,” he groaned, moaning while he buried his face into the crook of my neck. The feeling of Storm’s cock twitching against the sensitive walls of my pussy sent me off the edge into another mini-orgasm; less intense but definitely as real.
We rode out our orgasms together until finally he collapsed on top of me.
“Wow,” Storm said breathlessly.
“Yeah…” I whispered. “Which way is up?”
“Fuck knows,” he replied sounding exhausted. “Am I ok here for a bit?”
“Yeah,” I said sleepily, wrapping my arms round his neck and inhaling the smell of man and cinnamon that emanated from his skin. He kissed my neck gently, lovingly.
“Love you, Ari,” said Storm.
“Love you too, cheese puff,” I replied. I felt him smile and I relaxed into the comfort of warmth and loving arms. ***
When I woke up it was still dark. Storm was still on top of me, my arms were around him but the duvet had fallen off during the night. My hands were icy and his back was cold. I felt around as much as I could for the blanket. I shook his shoulder, “Baby, wake up,” I whispered.
He mumbled his consent and shifted a bit, dragging himself off me. I pulled the blanket up over us both and cuddled into him. Our legs instinctively tangled around each other and he pulled me close. We both shivered, but I soon felt the warmth of the blanket.
I must have fallen asleep again, because when I opened my eyes, weak, pre-dawn sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains. I shifted slightly to relieve the ache in my numb arm that had become trapped under my head. I snuggled back under the blanket, contented to just lie here with Storm’s comforting warmth and heartbeat.
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