Page 119 of Finding Storm

“Yeah,” she agrees.

“You okay?” I ask, reluctantly sliding my finger out of her. I cup my hand over her pussy, still needing that contact.

Her eyes turn to mine. “I’m more than okay.” She gives my cock, which is now flying at half-mast, a gentle squeeze.

Jesus, I’ve just come, and I’m still semi-hard. That never happens. It’s her. Because of her.

“Are you?”

I smile and brush my lips over hers. “The best I’ve ever been. Although we are kind of messed up.” I indicate to the stickiness between us.

She laughs. “I don’t care. It was hot. It is hot.”

And I don’t disagree with that. Because it was hot.

It was the single hottest sexual experience I’ve ever had. And I’ve had a lot of experiences in my time.

Who knew fingering Stevie to orgasm while she jacked me off in the front seat of my car would be it for me?

But it is.

She’s it for me.

If this is all I ever have with her, I will die a happy man.

But also, now that I’ve had a taste, I definitely want more.

Just imagine what it’ll be like when we do finally have sex.

It’ll be fucking explosive.

One thing I do need to know now though …

I reach over and turn on the overhead light.

She squeals in protest at the blinding light, covering her eyes with her hands. “What are you doing?” she complains.

“Just checking something.”

“What are you checking?” She drags her hands from her face.

I peer down at her chest. Yep, it’s red. And I don’t know why, but that makes my dick rock hard all over again.

I drag my finger over the red skin on her chest. “From the moment I met you and saw how you blush on your chest, I wondered if it also went red when you orgasmed. It does.”

She blinks back at me.

“It’s really fucking hot,” I tell her. I drag the palm of my hand over her tit, cupping it, and press my hand up hard against her pussy.

I watch her pupils dilate. Her fingers flexing against my hard cock.

“You in a rush to get home?” I ask her.

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Good, ’cause I’m nowhere near done with you.” I slide a finger back inside her, loving the sound of the surprised gasp she makes, catching it with my lips and swallowing it down.

“Turn the light off,” I tell her. “So, I can make you come again.”