The Mighty Storm (Raura Revised)

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

What is it about him that makes me lose all reason and sense? What is it about Ross that turns me into a person I don't want to be, don't even like at times, yet makes me feel so completely and utterly alive like I've never before known.

His tongue invades my mouth, claiming me his. I wind my fingers into his hair.

He tastes of sweat and whiskey and cigarettes ... everything Ross.

With his hands cupped around my backside, he picks me up and sits me on the edge of the sink. I wrap my legs around his, holding him to me.

"I want you so bad," he groans into my mouth.

My hands go under his T-shirt. He stops kissing me, and pulls it off over his head.

I drink him in. All I want is him. I don't care about anything else right now, but having Ross.

He grabs my hair again, pulling my head back, looking into my eyes. "Tell me you want me." His tone is commanding, possessive.

"I want you," I breathe, my voice trembling.

He grins, then covers my mouth with his, pushing his hips firmly against me.

He's hard already. The feel of him, like this, sends waves of intense sensation rushing through my body.

Ross drags his hand from my hair, down over my breast. He breaks from kissing me to pull my cami off over my head, leaving me in my bra. That's gone a few seconds later.

He bends, putting his mouth around my nipple, sucking hard.

I groan at the feeling. I reach forward and undo his jeans, freeing him. I wrap my hand around him, working him up further.

He moans over my skin, moving his mouth to my other breast, kissing every part.

Ross grabs hold of my thigh, lifting my leg to the side, his hand moves to my skirt. He drives it up, then his hand continues, higher, his mouth clamped on mine, kissing me harder and harder.

My legs are still trembling from the lust and the danger of it all. Anyone could catch us in here.

Ross hooks his fingers under my panties and pushes his finger inside me, then without hesitation, another.

I arch my back, pushing into his hand, my head falling back.

"Ahh," I moan, as his fingers move inside me.

In this moment, I'm his completely, whatever he wants me to do, I will.

"I want you now," he growls.

"Yes, now."

Then before I realise, he's tearing my panties in two, putting a condom on, and pushing himself inside me.

I'm so accustomed to his size, that when he slides his hand under my thigh, pulling me closer, lifting my leg higher, hooking it on his hip, giving him full access, I move willingly.

"Oh God, Ross," I moan.

"That's it baby," he breathes, briefly closing his eyes. "Feel me inside you. I'm hard like this for you only."

I curl my fingers around the edge of the sink, holding on as Ross takes me here on it.

"I need you," he groans into my ear. "I fuckin' need you so much."

I hold my legs tighter around him, bringing him even deeper inside me.

And I realise in this exact moment, just how much I love this man. Completely.