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Again... sexual themes ahead.
Storm dropped his suitcase by the door and the tension in the room rose. His fists clenched by his side and to anybody else, it may have appeared that anger radiated from his bold shoulders and large figure. But Camilla knew better, he was restraining himself so that they could savour this moment.
Camilla sent him a seductive smile, but remained in her place. Neither of them were moving, both anticipating the other. Her belongings were somewhere on the floor, so she kicked off her shoes and swiped a finger over her collarbone in anticipation. "You promised a lot of things over the phone, Storm. Do you remember any of them?"
His lips curved upwards and he nodded, slowly. She inhaled a sharp breath and watched him; she watched the way that his broad shoulders filled the space of her corridor and rose, she watched the way his shirt moulded around his chest, curving around his biceps so that they were bulbous, she watched his growing arousal through his trousers, becoming more prominent with each passing second. She watched so intently that within two strides, he was in front of her and she'd barely taken a full breath.
"I was thinking about you the entire way here," he stated, brushing a finger across her shoulder and pushing her hair back. She couldn't help the shiver as she anticipated both his words and actions. Storm was precise with everything he did, unlike just a few minutes earlier he didn't want to rush, that much was obvious.
She arched slightly and looked him in the eye, which was much easier when he was looking right at her. "What were you thinking about?"
His hand cupped her right cheek and his fingers spread out, softly pressing against it and for a moment, she was confused. He was being so gentle, nothing like they'd been outside, but she realised she also liked it. When they'd first had sex, it had been fast and straight to the point. They didn't know each other, not really. But now they did and somehow it made things so much better. Somehow much more arousing.
"About how you'd feel against me," he stated with a grin. "Your smile, your fucking sinful lips that have me hooked ... your hair," with that, he moved his hand from her cheek and his fingers slipped in with the strands, tugging slightly so that her neck was at his gaze. He leaned down and then his lips were brushing against it, his soft lips pressing against her bare throat; feeling the impact he was having on her. Camilla's fingers made their way to his shoulders which she gripped, sighing as he moved upwards.
Storm's lips travelled upwards until he was nearing her mouth, his lips at the very corner of hers. "Your lips are just as sinful," she said with a grin and she felt the chuckle that vibrated through his chest. She laughed along with him, smiling until his lips were on hers once again and they were kissing, slowly and leisurely.
Camilla found herself pushing against him, with her hands wrapping around his neck and her lips moving against his; it was almost torturous the way he handled himself. So, she bruised his lips against hers, making sure they were kissing harder, faster. Storm's hands appeared to be everywhere, his fingers gripped her hip and after a few seconds she realised what he wanted. So with her arms around him, he lifted her up and her legs wrapped around his hips, resulting in a moan from both of them.
