The Mighty Storm (Raura Revised)

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

It feels like he's making love to me.

I know it's stupid, because Ross doesn't do love.

But for this moment, I want to believe it. I want to believe his words. I want to believe that it's always been me.

Because if I'm throwing everything I have away with Will for this moment, then I need to believe it's worth it.

Ross takes hold of my hand, entwining our fingers, he rests them beside my head on the pillow, his other cupping my face, he kisses me, his pace picking up, moving further inside me, and now I'm used to his size, I let him, needing this and more.

"Fuck," he groans. "This is ... Laur ... you feel ... fuccckk."

I move my mouth from his, kissing his jaw, nipping his skin with my teeth. Knowing that I'm doing this to him, making him feel this way, makes me feel hot, sexy and uninhibited.

So totally unlike me.

And I surprise myself, when I hear the words escaping my husky sounding mouth, "Sit up, Ross."

A brief pause while he meets my eyes.

Understanding what I want, Ross puts his arm under my back, lifting me with him, staying inside me, he sits back onto his heels with me straddling him.

With my hair damp and flowing down my back, I place my hands on his shoulders. Very slowly, I start to move up and down on his length. In this position I can have as much or as little of Ross as I want, and I want all of him.

His hands are on my hips, moving with me. Then they're on my breasts, then upwards tangling into my hair and he's pulling my face to his, kissing me again.

It's like he doesn't know which part of me he wants to touch the most.

And I like that he's this out of control over me.

I start to move faster and faster, and before I know it I feel the build inside me, so soon and so intense, I couldn't hold off even if I wanted to.

"Oh, Ross," I groan as I come forcefully, like I've never come before, exploding all around him.

While I'm coming, Ross drives me back into the bed, and starts to fuck me hard, then he's tensing, rigid, calling out my name.

We lay, panting breathless for minutes after, both coming down from our high.

Ross moves off me, lying beside me, he takes his condom off, tying a knot in the end, he drops it to the floor and pulls me into his arms.

"That was amazing," he murmurs, kissing my hair. "I wish we'd done this year's ago."

I can't find the words to speak.

Because he's right, we should have done this year's ago, before he left. Pre-Will.

Guilt washes over me like a tidal wave, taking everything with it.

But then if we had, had sex all those years ago, he would have ruined me, because I would have never recovered from it. I would have never recovered from him.

Because I know unequivocally I'll never recover from this, from what we've just done.

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Where the hell is that music coming from?

Adele. Crap, my phone's ringing and it's in my bag in the living room.

I untangle myself from a very naked Ross, and make a dash for my bag.

Grabbing it off the sofa I rip it open, retrieve my phone and answer without looking at the caller display.