Revive (Storm MC 3)

He wasn’t even fazed by my teasing. Grinning, he said, “No worries, sweet thing. I like your eyes on my cock, and besides, it just means that I can admire your tits for a bit longer while I imagine how good your mouth is going to feel wrapped around me.”

I sat back on my knees and watched as his eyes dropped to my chest. Nash’s gaze on me was almost as good as his hands on me. I massaged my breasts while he watched, and his sharp intake of breath sent heat through me. That was it; I couldn’t drag this out any longer. I bent my head and took him in my mouth as far back as I could. His hand landed on my head again and the way he gripped my hair and pushed my head down turned me on even more than I already was. I liked a bit of rough play. My lips and tongue worked his cock into a frenzy, and I massaged his balls with one of my hands. Every now and then I slid his cock out of my mouth so I could suck on his balls, and his groans told me he liked that.

Just as I thought he was getting ready to come, he reached down and pulled me off him. “Babe, I want you to fuck me with your tits.” His hungry eyes were dividing their attention between my face and my chest.

“You’re a tit man?” I asked.

“Like you wouldn’t fuckin’ believe, darlin’. I love pussy but I love to watch my dick between a good set of tits and you, sweet thing, have the best set I’ve ever seen.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. Personally, I loved a man who would worship my boobs. I bent them down and took his dick in between them, squeezing as he thrust up and down.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his breathing growing ragged.

Our eyes met and held as he fucked my tits to the point of orgasm. He shot his cum over my chest and then lay back on the bed, letting out a loud groan of pleasure. I left him to go in search of something to clean myself up with, and when I came back to the room, he was lying with his arms behind his head again, watching me. I stopped and rested against the doorway, letting him run his eyes over my naked body.

“Christ, Velvet, you’ve got a body made for sin.”

I pushed off from the doorway and walked to the bed. Straddling him, I whispered, “And you’ve got a mouth that leads to sin.” I kissed him, and he sat up, keeping me in place on his lap.

“Opening round for the day was a hit, babe. You ready for more?” he asked while sucking on my neck.

“Always ready for more. And then I’ll cook you breakfast,” I promised.

His head jerked away from my neck and he stilled, not saying a word.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, not sure what I’d said to affect him like that.

“Just been awhile since I’ve had a woman cook me breakfast,” he murmured.

“So it’s a good thing, then?”

He smiled. “It’s a really good thing, darlin’.”

I returned his smile. “Good. Now where were we?”

His hand moved to my breast. “I was about to show your tits some Nash lovin’, baby.”

“Well don’t let me stop you.”

His hand rubbed my nipple for a moment and then he lifted me and deposited me on my back in front of him. Moving so he was kneeling over me, he bent his head to my breast and showed me just how good Nash loving was.

***

An hour later, we were finished with Nash loving and showered, and I was cooking him breakfast in his kitchen while he sat at the counter and watched me. I was the happiest I’d been in awhile but I still had something I had to clear up. “Nash, what is this?”

He knew exactly what I was getting at. And I had to give it to him that he didn’t even hesitate with an answer. “This is us getting our shit together, Velvet.”

I had to know whether we were on the same page here. “Tell me exactly what that means to you.”

Again, he didn’t hesitate. “It means that I feel something for you and I want to explore what that is. I don’t know where the hell it will take us but I’m willing to find out if you are.”

“I’m willing,” I said softly.

“Might be a bumpy road though,” he said.

“How so?”

His intense gaze refused to let mine go. “I’m fucked up, baby. I’m trying to work through some shit at the moment, but I need you to know that it might take me some time, and some of it might not be pretty. You think you can handle that?”