Captive in the Storm

Prologue part 2

A part of me wanted to protest that I had no desire of being a foregone conclusion, but he knew he was right. I'd wanted him to take me for as long as I'd known him. His mouth found my neck and he started nibbling his way up and down, pushing his erection against my ass. I pushed back to show him how much I wanted it, how much I'd always wanted him, and moaned as he palmed my full breasts.

"You want to feel me inside you. Say it."

He raised my skirt and slid his hand inside my panties. His fingers found the pulsating nub and circled around it, applying delicious pressure.

"You're so wet," he growled, continuing his exquisite torture. "Tell me what you want."

I couldn't form a word. I was already tethering on the edge. His movements slowed down.

"Say it Ally or I'll stop."

"Fuck me Chris... please fuck me now," I moaned. I knew I would be horrified at that statement later, but for the moment, I couldn't care less. I couldn't go another minute without him inside me.

His hand grabbed the front of my panties and the seams snapped under the pressure. He spun me around, his lips crashing to mine and my files crashing to the floor. He fisted both hands in my hair and we shared our first kiss, passionate and breathtaking. I ached for him. My palpitating flesh clenched as he pushed two fingers inside me and his tongue invaded my mouth.

I undid his belt and worked my way around the button and fly of his trousers as he kissed and bit my neck. Taking him in my hand, I almost combusted when I realized that I couldn't close my fingers around him. He wrapped one of my legs around his waist and teased me with the hard head, spreading my arousal along my cleft. Slowly, he pushed the first inch inside, giving me time to adjust to the sensation of fullness. I wanted more. I wanted all of him. I grabbed his firm ass and I pulled him inside me completely, digging my nails into his taut muscles, crying out at the overwhelming pleasure I felt from having him fill me after fantasizing about it almost every time I'd pleased myself, for years.

His rhythm was slow at first. One of his hands held my behind to keep me steady while he rubbed me with the other, circling around the sensitive knot at a pace that brought me to the edge in no time. I fisted one hand in his hair, maintaining him in a firm grip so he couldn't stop kissing me and the other grabbed his fantastic ass, pulling him into me harder and faster.

I'd never been so turned on in my entire life, desperate for more and not wanting it to stop. Christopher nibbled at my jaw. I opened my eyes and saw our reflection in the floor to ceiling windows with the City glowing in background. My muscles clenched tight and my body quivered as if it was ravaged by an earthquake so intense, all life would be annihilated from the surface of the earth. A loud scream left my mouth without my consent and I gripped Christopher's shoulders for dear life while he kept pounding into me. I'd never had an orgasm so strong.

He didn't let me catch my breath before he turned around, still inside me. He took decisive steps toward his desk and cleared it in one swift move. Papers and files spread over the floor, a glass of water disintegrated against the window, but I landed on the dark walnut surface as softly as if it was posed on plush white duvet. Soon, I was sprawled on his desk and he took me again with renewed energy. He grabbed each lapel of my shirt and the buttons flew across the room, revealing my sheer black bra. He brought the cups down under my breasts, pushing them up, kissing and sucking before he took a hard peak between his teeth and grazed it. I groaned and pulled him inside with the heels of my fuck-me pumps. They were living up to their name, for once.

Christopher righted himself and brought both of my ankles over his left shoulder, changing the angle and hitting that perfect spot deep inside. Our eyes locked for the first time since we'd started and it was almost enough to make me come again.

"Of Fuck, Ally. You have no idea," he groaned.

"Chris! Oh, God, Chris!"

I felt him swell, leaving almost no space for him to move, but I was so wet, so close... Nothing had ever felt so good... I was losing my mind. His grunting and my cries echoed against the glass barrier that kept us from the world below. The sound of his flesh smashing against mine, my wet heat enveloping his hard, swollen length; the smell of sweat mixed with mind-blowing sex and his eyes always focused on me, sent my body and my mind into a whirl of sensation.

"Come for me Ally," he groaned.

The beauty of his face tortured by the pleasure I was giving him was the final push that sent me over the edge. I grabbed my nipples tight and pinched as my back arched toward him and an incoherent scream meant to be his name came out of my mouth. He came so hard, I felt it. Every hot spurt hitting my cervix sent another spasm through my body and I took everything he had to give to me. He collapsed on top of me, panting, and rested his head between my heaving breasts. I could still feel him throbbing as our heartbeat slowly came back to normal.

At that moment, I knew I could no longer deny what I'd been purposefully lying to myself about for so long. I loved this man. Oh, shit! This is gonna hurt.