The Protective Storm Chaser - Page 5
“Me too,” I say, chuckling.
“You saved her life. And maybe mine, too.”
I shrug. “It’s no problem, Miss.”
“Edie Mulroney. My dog’s name is Pepper.”
I smile at her. “I’m Nate.”
“I’m all wet, Nate,” Edie says in a seductive voice.
My eyes dart to her. She means her clothes, dummy. I pick at my flannel shirt. “Me too.”
She tucks a strand of hair behind an ear. “Maybe we should strip the wet clothes off?”
She moves the dog to the backseat. Then she hooks her fingers into the hem of her t-shirt and tugs it over her head. Like her clothes, her bra is wet. It’s also semi-transparent now. Her nipples are hard, and I can see the outline of her areolas. Fuuuuck.
“Your turn,” she says playfully.
Shrugging, I oblige, unbuttoning my flannel shirt. Once it’s off, I strip off the tank top that I’m wearing beneath it.
She unhooks her bra, letting it fall slowly. Her tits are free now—and they’re glorious. Before I’ve even finished taking in the magnificent sight, she’s unbuttoning her pants. Within a minute, she’s stripped every inch of wet fabric from her body.
She leans over, tentatively, unbuttoning my own pants. I let her slide them down my hips. She follows suit with my wet boxers. My hard cock springs free from the confinement.
“Mmm,” she says. Then she lowers her head and takes my cock in her mouth.
She sucks me until I’m ready to explode. Then she raises her head.
I gasp, desperate to cum in her mouth. Until she says, “I want to ride you.”
Jesus. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
She climbs over the console and straddles me. I position my cock at her entrance. “Are you wet?” I ask.
She laughs. “I told you I was, remember?”
“I thought you meant your clothes.”
She shakes her head. “That’s not what I meant. How could I not want you. You’re a big, sexy hero.”
Then she sinks onto me slowly. Agonizingly slowly. I grab her hips to hold her in place, and thrust my hips up, fucking her hard and fast.
She moans with pleasure, grabbing her tits with her fingers.
“Rub your clit,” I command.
She does as I instruct, moving her hand down until it rests between us. Within seconds, she’s coming, crying out, “Oh, God, yes, Nate!”
At the sound of my name on her lips, I explode inside her. It’s the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. But I’m not ready to stop yet.
I hold her face in my hands, kissing her deeply. She opens her mouth to allow me to probe her mouth with my tongue.
“Give me a few minutes, sweetheart,” I whisper. “And I’ll fuck you again.”
Epilogue
Edie