The Storm

Chapter 18

Daisy

 A nuzzle wakes me up. Slowly, I open my eyes. It's still dark out but that doesn't seem to stop Davis. His mouth is on the back of my neck. He goes directly to that sensitive spot behind my ear that makes any and all thoughts in my brain completely disappear. I feel those giant hands of his sliding down my hips, pulling up my nightshirt. 

"What time is it?" I giggle softly, turning towards him as he pulls me under him. 

"Time to open those beautiful legs for me," he murmurs in my ear. He kisses me deeply before pulling my nightshirt up over my head. The moment his skin touches mine, every cell in my body wakes up. Then there is no more talking, only the change in our breathing, from steady to shaky. His hands stroke down my body, over my breasts, and between my legs, with his mouth following. I groan when I feel his mouth on me, his tongue tracing up and down, making me feel crazy and wild. My desire is heightened at the feel of his hands pressing my thighs open, licking and sucking at my clit while holding me firmly in place. 

"Davis," my voice is barely above a whisper as I reach out blindly and clutch the headboard as if it will keep me from rocketing into the sky. I can feel my hips start to move in rhythm with his mouth and tongue, as he pulls me to the edge of wildness and my body starts to soar. He knows my tells, the noises I make, the flush of my skin as I come against his tongue. He is brutal in his extraction of every flutter and spasm he can get out of me. I'm breathless when he surges up between my legs and pushes inside me. 

"Perfect," he groans as he presses deep. His mouth is wet from my orgasm as he kisses me, pumping in and out without mercy. His hands press down on mine, pinning me under him as he has his delicious way with me. I wrap my legs around his hips as he works himself over me, inside me as if we have all the time in the world to make love. Somehow the darkness of the room, the moonlight peeking in through the curtains gives our coupling a dreamlike quality. 

I can feel the ache between my legs growing stronger, more insistent as I hold onto his back, relishing the feel of his sinewy muscles moving beneath my hands. My eyes flutter closed as his lips move along my neck and collarbone. 

"I'm close," I gasp in his ear. 

"Yeah?" he whispers back in a sexy laugh. He slows down, teasing me. 

"Davis, please," I nearly whine, biting my lips. I try to move my hips, making him press harder but he is a wicked man. He grips my hip with his hand, holding me still. 

"You are so beautiful when you beg," he purrs in my ear. I try to wiggle, press him onto his back but he distracts me with kisses and shallow thrusts that keep me on the brink of insanity. 

"Please fuck me," I hiss in his ear, sinking my teeth into his neck. I can feel the moment when his control snaps, his teasing is over. He moves hard into me, driving himself into me over and over again. I explode beneath him, sucking hard on his neck, squeezing his hips between my thighs. A haze of pleasure as the headboard cracks into the wall. He comes with a harsh cry, pounding into me until he collapses. Then there is nothing but our shaky breathing in the silence of the room. 

"I love you," he pants in my ear before kissing me. 

"I love you," I answer him as he eases over onto his side, next to me. He pulls me close to him as our breathing returns to normal. I trace my hand over his, sighing with pleasure as my fingertip glides over the gold band on the third finger of his left hand. 

We were married five months ago; eighteen months after my accident. I had the good fortune to have a full and complete recovery with no lasting problems. My hair grew back and was immediately dyed pink again. I had no nerve damage to either my arm or my leg. I was very lucky. I found that I had greater determination and drive than I previously thought. It was as if the accident forced me to discover what I truly wanted out of life.