“I didn’t say that. I didn’t mean that, Aspen. I was trying to make you understand the danger you were in. The danger that you’re still in. Hell, the danger we’re putting you in if we all make love to you and claim you as our woman for real.”
“I don’t care about any of that if you tell me that you really want me, and have wanted me for all this time. None of the danger, the mob stuff, matters to me. I get it. I honestly do,” she told him.
Zin pulled slowly from her body and let her feet touch the floor. She gripped his arms and he could feel how unsteady she was. She was just as effected as he felt.
Storm reached out and pulled her to him by the waist of her skirt. He wrapped his arms around her and held her gaze with her head tilted back to nearly her shoulders and Storm’s expression firm and serious.
“I do want you, desire you, always have, baby, but didn’t want to risk putting your life in danger. This is real, not some game to make you feel weak, vulnerable, and controllable. This is the beginning of something perfect. Something we’ve all wished for, wanted for too many years to think back upon. Let me show you how true, how strong my feelings for you are.” Zin watched as Storm leaned down and kissed Aspen deeply, sweetly, and with such passion he couldn’t help but smile.
Storm lifted Aspen up and pressed her against the wall.
“Oh my, Storm. Are you going to take me right here against the wall, too?” She asked as he kiss along her jaw and then her neck.
“Fuck no. I’m going to carry you to the bedroom, strip you of the rest of these clothes and explore every inch of this body I’ve lusted for. Then you’re going to let the others make love to you together. We’re going to claim every hole, Aspen. All of you will belong to us completely.” He gripped her cheeks and held her firmly with their gazes locked.
“No other man will ever have what’s ours. Ever. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Storm. Yes. I want all of you, too. But one thing.”
He raised one eyebrow at her and the others mumbled comments about her being stubborn and recalcitrant.
“You all belong to me, too. No woman ever again but me.”
Storm smiled as he kissed her lips and then carried her out of the front hallway toward the stairs and up to the bedroom.
* * * *
Storm set Aspen’s feet down on the rug in the bedroom. A bedroom none of them ever brought another woman. In fact, they never even had sex in this house with a woman, maybe unconsciously hoping that one day they could take Aspen here and make love to her together.
He kept his hands on her hips, slid them along to the back to undo the clasp of her skirt. He stared down into her sage green eyes and absorbed her soft, perfect skin, lush lips, and the deep cleavage of her breasts. He knew she had an amazing fucking body. So many times over the years he watched her behind his dark sunglasses as she lay by the pool sunbathing at a party at friends’ houses. He used to think about making love to her out in the swimming hole behind their house, a place she often swam as he pretended to be a big brother. Not any-fucking-more.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked him, in that soft, calm tone that was so Aspen. He dreamt about her whispering things into his ear. Maybe how badly she wanted his cock in her mouth, her pussy, even her ass.
Her skirt fell to the floor and he massaged her skin using his palms to squeeze her ass cheeks. She gripped his forearms.
“I’m thinking about you, and all the ways I’ve ever wanted to claim you, make love to you, and possess this sexy body.”
He ran his hands along her ass cheeks, squeezed them, pulling her toward him while he explored her flesh with his hands and fingers. He ran a finger along the crack of her ass and she gasped, her fingers dug into his skin.
“Take off your bra,” he ordered her firmly, and she responded immediately. She let go of him and he continued to massage her ass, using his thigh to spread her thighs wider so he could coat his fingers with her juices.
He stroked one digit up into her pussy from behind just as she pushed the bra off her shoulders and onto the floor.
“Damn, baby, you are fucking perfect.” He eyed her breasts over and saw the nipples harden before his eyes. He blew warm breath over the tiny buds and then leaned down and licked the berry.
“Storm.” She whispered his name.
“Let down your hair. I love it down, cascading over your shoulders, framing your beautiful face, and making your gorgeous eyes stand out so bright.” He nipped at her nipple, using his teeth, and she moaned while she reached up and back to undo the clips holding her hair in place.
The long jet-black locks fell immediately over her skin, the scent of her perfume filled his senses, and he closed his eyes and inhaled.
“I love that smell. The scent of you. Now it’s time to see if you taste as good as I think you will.”
He kissed her on the mouth and then trailed those kisses along her neck, pulling his fingers from her cunt while stroking the wet digits over the crack of her ass. He let his palm slide along her hips, up her spine then to her belly as he used his mouth to explore her. His tongue licked along her breasts and played with her nipples, the mounds, and then back to her mouth again. The feel of her hands running through his hair and over his scalp were too much for him.
“Put your hands above your head, and spread your legs.”
“What?” she asked.