5 comments/ 19101 views/ 3 favorites Storm of Love By: kevklein London, England 1862 Storm stared at Skye as she slowly descended down the staircase. She had managed to surprise him again, this time in tight breeches, boots and a tight shirt that molded her full breasts. Her hair was long, loose and tied back. "What is the point of your choice of dress, sweetie?" Storm asked, admiring her shapely body. "I can hardly practice dressed in a skirt, can I? Breeches allow me comfort and freedom of movement. They also make it easier for you to pretend I am a man." He raised his eyebrows. "Why the devil would I want to pretend that you are a man?" "So you won't treat me like a female and coddle me as a weakling." She was mistaken if she thought for one instant that he could ever think of her as a man. Those clothes only called attention to the lithe, feminine curves of her legs, hips, and the gentle swells of her breasts. "You are just doing it to distract me. Maybe even start a scandal," Storm told her. She gave a low, delighted laugh. "I confess that you are right. You don't want a woman who is not independent, who wears dresses all the time. Maybe be scandalous at the same time." Storm shook his head. Skye's scandalous attire didn't bother him in the least. In fact, he enjoyed it. Finding a woman who was more rebellious in nature than he was, was the best thing that could have happened to him. "You will find that I'm more broadminded than most people. I don't mind at all at the way you dress and I will not dictate your wardrobe when we are married." "I will not wed you, but I'm willing to be your mistress. If I'll be your mistress, then I have more freedom to leave whenever you grow tired of me, or me growing tired of you. Society would then brand me a Jezebel." "I don't really care about society. You will marry me, Skye. And when we are married, you'll most likely be called an eccentric. As my wife, you will enjoy much more freedom than you are permitted now as a gorgeous, unmarried young lady. And I can assure you, life with me would not be dull." He followed her into the living room, admiring the gentle sway of her derriere. She led him into a large room. The floor was clear of any furniture. The carpet was rolled up. "Will this do for my lesson?" Skye asked. "It will do just fine." Storm shut the door behind him, turned the key in the lock. This was a rare opportunity to be alone with his unwilling future wife, and he wanted no interruptions. He intended to give her much more than a fencing lesson. For all her passionate nature, she was sexually inexperienced and needed an awakening. Since she was against marrying him in fear that he would turn out like her father, teaching her about pleasure, he thought, would soften her defenses and make her more willing to wed him. He withdrew a long, slim foil, and let her examine the fencing instrument. Then he showed her the proper position; right arm extended, foil raised, left arm bent upward. Next he demonstrated the basic elements; thrust and parry, feint, riposte, recovery, counter-parry, lunge, and had her practice each technique. Storm enjoyed touching her frequently. He admired Skye for catching on quickly because of her agility and natural athleticism. Lastly, he stood opposite her and taught her how to advance and retreat. "You engage and disengage and try to score a hit while keeping up your defense," Storm commented. "I can see that," Skye replied a little breathlessly. "Your skill is amazing." "A little more practice and you will be ready to take me on." Skye laughed. "It will take me a long time to be a good match for you." She was a match for him already. Not with a foil, of course. But her zest for living, her endearing high spirits, delighted him immensely. It was remarkable, the bond he felt with her after such a short acquaintance. If she were his wife, he would be able to spar with her regularly, to laugh with her, to tease her and provoke her and challenge her as he was doing now. And he could have her in his bed. It was a highly pleasurable to imagine awakening with her beside him every morning, making love to her slowly and thoroughly. He wanted to take her right now, he thought, gazing down into her beautiful eyes. She was so desirable, he wanted to bury his hands in her waist length hair and back her against the wall and just kiss her until she gave into his demands. But he would not allow himself. He didn't want an affair. He wanted her as his wife. No, he intended to leave her a virgin until she was his bride. But that didn't mean he couldn't use passion to persuade her to accept his hand in marriage. He wanted more than her surrender, however. Storm didn't realize he had gone still until Skye looked up at him. "Is something wrong?" she asked questionably. "Not at all. But it is time for your next lesson." "What lesson?" she asked, her expression a bit wary. Not replying right away, Storm stepped toward her and took her foil from her, then set both rapiers down on a table. When he turned to stand before her, the need to take her in his arms was almost unbearable. "I mean to teach you about passion," he said as he drew Skye against him. Her breathing catching, she raised her hands to push against his shoulders, but Storm refused to release her. "Have I mentioned that seeing you in those breeches makes my imagination run wild?" "What effect has it had?" she asked, her voice nervous and uneven. "You have aroused me quite painfully," he said, his gaze locking with hers. "I most certainly don't mean to." "And you can't deny that I arouse you." Skye opened her mouth to deny it, but closed it again. "Of course you arouse me. You are a renowned lover who can seduce anybody you want." His hands moved to her waist and held her flush against him, enjoying the tremors that went through her body. "You are a passionate woman. You are too hot-blooded and intense." Her chin lifted. "I think passion is highly overrated." "I know you do. But after tonight you won't." Lowering his hands to her hips, he slipped one knee between hers, parting her legs. With a gasp, Skye tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip and pressed her abdomen into his loins. Deliberately rubbing his thigh against her woman's mound, he lifted her slightly to make her slide against him. She moaned just before he bent his head and captured her lips. Skye went rigid at his bold assault, but Storm went on teasing, coaxing, playing, exploring, showing her that he found her mouth special. After a long moment, he was rewarded when she began to respond ardently, as if she couldn't help herself. He let himself get swept away by her eagerness, feeling the effects of the kiss. He was breathless as he forcibly drew back. She stared at him, looking dazed and beautiful, her hair tousled, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright. Pulling her with him, he backed toward a chair that was against the wall and sat down. Then he eased Skye down to straddle his knee. Her eyes widened, as he opened his shirt to bare his chest, and caught her wrists and placed her palms against his warm flesh. "Storm..." "What, my love?" His gaze dropped to her breasts. He parted the front of her shirt. She wore a camisole beneath, and her nipples were clearly outlined beneath the fine silk. "You have to stop." "We have barely begun." Tugging down the edge of the undergarment, he freed the beautiful mounds to his use. Then slowly he brushed his fingertips across the rise of her breasts. The rose-hued crests were erect and tight, begging for his attention, yet he ignored them. Skye quivered, muscles tensing, and when he cupped her fullness, cradling the weight in his palms, she drew a shuddering breath. Her heated softness was a sensual delight. He began gently kneading, molding. He loved the feel of her, the enchanting contrast of feminine firmness and softness against his harder flesh. Her breathing was shallow by the time he circled her nipples with his thumbs. They were highly sensitive. He lifted his fingers and lightly stroked. He lingered on the engorged crests, then plucked at the straining buds, caressing and teasing. Skye inhaled sharply as his tongue began to lick one nipple. It was hard and tight, and it went even stiffer as he slowly circled it with his tongue, laving it with tender care. "I have dreamed about doing this for weeks," he murmured, finally moving his mouth to her other nipple. "Tasting you, suckling you..." To his delight, Skye was growing hot and restless at his erotic suckling. Evidently wanting more, she twined her fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth even closer. Giving her nipples a final kiss, Storm drew back to meet her gaze. She looked at him with longing. "Is that it?" she asked breathlessly. "No, there is more." Reaching up, he loosened her hair that was tied at the nape of her neck, letting it cascade over her shoulders. "You look ravishing in your breeches, and the thought of peeling them off you is quite tempting, but regrettably we must do with making love fully clothed." "Is that possible?" she asked doubtfully. "Yes. I will show you." He brought his hands to her hips and shifted beneath her, lifting her up and raising his knee so that she slid toward him. Skye sucked in a shaky breath at the friction, while her hips instinctively rocked against him. "That's right, love... ride me." Her mouth parted in surprise when she realized what he wanted of her. He drew her even closer so that her naked breasts rubbed against his bare chest. His hands guiding her, he moved her lower body in a slow deliberate rhythm. She caught on quickly and began to rock on her own accord. She writhed against the hard flesh of his thigh, arching in his arms, which made Storm grip her hips harder. He wanted her. To drive himself into her, plunging hard and deep. She would be slick and swollen and so incredibly hot. His chest tightened at the image, while his erection throbbed painfully. His arms shifted to wrap around her, he found her lips again, his thrusting tongue tangling with hers. Her response was urgent and needy. She opened to him fully, letting him ravish her mouth while he rocked her faster, grinding her woman's cleft against him. Skye felt as if her body was on fire. As his thigh moved powerfully against her aching core, her hips surged forward, seeking some unknown relief. She was panting, flushed, feverish with the heat building inside her. The sudden, intense rush of sensation was overwhelming. So much so that the crotch of her pants became wet. She arched convulsively, sinking her nails into Storm's shoulders. The tide of feeling surged and crashed through her, letting a wild cry burst forth. When the last shudders quivered through her, Skye collapsed limply against her soon to be lover, her face buried in the curve of his shoulder. Her breasts rose and fell against his naked chest as she tried to make sense of the sensual explosion she had just experienced. She was amazed by the pleasure. Stunned. Her whole body feeling gloriously hot and exhausted. She was very wet between her legs. And she was certain Storm knew it. He was holding her in his arms, one hand tenderly stroking her hair. "That was something I will not forget," she said weakly. He pressed his lips to her temple and kissed her. "I am more painfully aroused now than I've ever been in my life." He lifted her and sat her down on a chair next to him. A moment later, he shocked her by unbuttoning his breeches. Skye's breath faltered when he freed his erect member to her shocked gaze. "Have I robbed you of speech, my love?" Skye swallowed. "You are shameless," she said hoarsely. "I can be. You will find that I am a virile man." Her eyes widened as he cradled the rigid shaft in his palm. She guessed that he was greatly aroused from the way it jutted out, thick, long and swollen. She had never seen a man's naked loins before. She could only stare as he lightly stroked himself. "I would rather you do this for me," he said, standing to place his chair in front of her. She remained speechless, as he reached for her ankle, pulled off her boots and peeled off her socks. Lifting her feet onto his lap, then drew it closer to contact his naked flesh. She sat transfixed, unable to look away. The hot thickness of his manhood felt strangely erotic against her feet. "Skye," he said softly. "Come closer." He pulled his chair closer to her. She lifted her gaze to his, understanding that he wanted her to tend to him. "You want me to caress you?" "Yes, very much." He smiled. "You know how pleasurable it feels when I aroused you, so you can imagine how pleasurable it can be for me when you arouse me. I can see that your crotch is wet from your arousal." Her heart started to pound. Without waiting for her, Storm reached for her palm and guided it to his manhood. Skye inhaled a sharp breath as her fingers closed around his hardness, feeling him pulse and leap at her touch. Keeping a grasp on her hand, he coaxed her to fondle him, letting her cup the sac beneath his manhood, tracing the blunt, velvety head. Demonstrating how to give him pleasure, he began moving her hand slowly up and down, stroking. "Harder, my sweet. You will not hurt me." A thrill raced through her, kindling her senses, igniting a heat inside her. She was inflamed by the feel of him. The moment before his climax, he released her hand and cupped his hand to spurt his seed into it. He wiped his hand clean with a handkerchief, then rearranged his clothing, covering himself and redoing his breeches. "Is that it?" she asked. "Did you want more?" "Well... yes." She wanted him to make love to her. He left her aching and hot, her senses on fire. "You did that on purpose," she accused him. "Yes. Now you know what it feels like to be painfully aroused with no hope of fulfillment. Which is the state you leave me in constantly." He had deliberately aroused her, only to keep her frustrated and hungry and craving for more. "That is hardly fair," she muttered. "Rather mean, in fact." "You have the power to change all that. All you have to do is say you will marry me, and I will be more than happy to satisfy your needs at anytime you wish. Until that time, your virtue is safe with me." She didn't want to remain a virgin. Not after experiencing the stunning passion. She wanted to be his lover. Even if she didn't want marriage, which she didn't, she'd rather be his mistress. "I don't want marriage. I want you, Storm," she stated in a low voice. "And I know you want me, too." "Yes," he said simply. Realizing she might not give in to his proposal, he undressed her, intending to tease her again and leave her unfulfilled. When he had stripped away all her clothes, he stepped back to take in her nakedness. "I have imagined this countless times. How perfect your body would be, how exquisite. How it would feel to make love to you with nothing between us." He stepped back to remove his own clothing. Her breath caught as she saw his fully naked body for the first time. Everything about him was perfect. His arousal thrust out thick and swollen. Skye sucked in a sharp breath as their bodies touched. He felt wonderful. Her senses came alive. His erection pulsed and strained against her abdomen. She pressed her body against him, wanting to be closer. "No, keep still and let me pleasure you," Storm murmured. "Lay down." She lay on the bed and let him have his way, but it wasn't easy to remain still as he stroked her, his hands lightly wandering over her skin. Her nipples hardened and when his palms barely brushed over the pouting buds, a fire kindled inside her and flowed downward to her female center. His hands left her breasts and tangled in her hair, holding her head as his lips kiss the underside of her throat before moving over her jaw to her cheekbone. Then, slowly settled his lips over hers. She was grateful when his hand returned to her breasts. Her nipples were aching and throbbing, when he rolled one between his thumb and forefinger, fiery sensations pulsed inside her, throbbing through her belly. Then he cupped her smooth mound in one hand. One hand stayed at her breast and took the peak into his mouth, suckling, laving with his hot tongue. Then he trailed his mouth down to her abdomen. Skye burned where his lips pressed, but she went rigid when his hands gently held her legs apart, exposing her to his touch. "Easy," Storm murmured. "I won't hurt you." Then he set his lips on her soft flesh, kissing her feminine center, making Skye gasp. Storm lapped at her slowly, teasing the folds of her cleft in deep strokes, sending lashes of heat to the very core of her. He savored her, first long and slow, then more intense. His tongue alternately delicate and butterfly light, then firm, rough and urgent. Her breathing grew increasingly ragged, racing with her heart at the erotic stimulation. Her body getting increasingly aroused, the pleasure sharp. Storm prolonged the delicious torture until Skye was faint with bliss. By then her clit was so distended and engorged, that it resembled a mini version of a man's erection. Thrashing beneath his mouth, she gave in with fierce abandon. It was too much... to hot, too intense, too overwhelming. She bucked and cried out, reeling from the intense orgasm. When the sensations finally receded, she became aware that he had stretched out beside her again and was watching her. Then he reached out to pull her closer, fitting her body to his. He held her like that for a while, his lips tenderly kissing her face. She felt his erection pressing against her belly, yet he made no move to seek his own release. "Don't you... intend to do more?" Skye asked, wanting him to continue. "Not now," he murmured. "I want to, believe me. I want nothing more than to stay here with you and make love to you all night long, to show you that lovemaking can be even better when it is fully consummated. But I won't until you agree to marry me." "I can attend to you... if you wish," she asked shyly. "No. I would rather wait for the real thing, Skye. "But I'm not satisfied, Storm. I feel... incomplete somehow." "I am satisfied for now. I wanted you to know passion, sweetheart, so you will know what you are missing by not marrying me." "Don't get your hopes up. I still don't plan on marrying you." "Damn it, Skye. Why are you so set against marrying me?" "I told you why." "Because of your parents' hostile marriage. That doesn't mean ours will be." When his hand slid lower, Skye pulled away. She quickly got dressed and left, leaving him to think about his courtship with her. He will not give up on her. He will show her that he was not like her father, or any other man who mistreated and abused women. To be continued... Storm of Love Ch. 02 Weeks later, Skye was with her friend, Summer, who was a courtesan. "What is it that you really want, Skye?" Summer asked her friend. Skye laughed. Honestly, I want Storm. But he won't sleep with me until we are married." "You won't marry him?" Summer asked. "No, I'd rather be his mistress." "There could be serious consequences." Skye sighed. "I know. It isn't fair that men are allowed to have as many lovers as they wish, but ladies can be ruined by a mere hint of indiscretion." "So, how far have you gone with him? Did he kiss you?" Summer wanted to know. Skye hesitated. "What we did was far more intimate than kissing." "More intimate?" "Yes. And I liked it very much." Summer smiled. "You didn't make love to him, did you?" "No. I am still a virgin. We have just used our hands and mouth so far. The first time he just kissed my breasts and I gave him a hand job. The second time he used his mouth on me again. This time on my... my...you know." Summer smiled, knowing what her friend meant. "How was it?" "It was the most incredible experience that I have ever felt," Skye admitted. "I get wet just thinking about it." The two friends were quiet for a few moments. Skye spoke first. "Summer, I have a proposition for you." "What proposition?" "You know that I have never followed the rules of society. I am tired of being a lady. Until I decide to take a man to my bed, I want you to be my lover." "I don't know, Skye..." "With you as my lover, I can stay a virgin for as long as possible. Storm has shown me what it could be like. I want to know about passion, about pleasure. You can teach me." "What if someone finds out?" "I'm willing, even eager to become a scarlet woman." Bending, Skye drew off her slippers. Then she unfastened her gown and let it slip to the floor. Stepping out of it, she stood in front of Summer in only her chemise and silk stockings. Her nipples hardened and the rosy aureoles showed through the thin fabric of her chemise. "Please, Summer. Do this for me. You don't even have to get naked. Just take off your dress." As Summer started to undress, Skye sat on the bed and pulled her chemise off and rolled her stockings down her legs. When she was done, she lay back on the bed with her legs hanging over the side. Summer was standing there in only her chemise and stockings. As Skye opened her legs, Summer kneeled between them and started kissing her thighs and slowly worked her way to her now swollen and distended clit. Flicking her tongue at it, Skye squirmed in unbearable pleasure and loudly cried out as Summer pleasured her. She is good, Skye thought, she had to be with her profession. Summer pleasured men and women for a living. That is why she asked her to this for her. Summer might be good at what she does, but that will be the only time she will do this for Skye. She didn't want her to get into trouble. She will have to convince Skye that if she really wanted Storm, then she will have to seduce him. No man, no matter who he is, will eventually give in to a woman's seduction. And Storm would be no exception. Skye was moaning as Summer increased her movements with her tongue. As she sucked on her clit, she slid in first one finger, then two, wild desire flared through Skye. Thrashing beneath Summer's ministrations, Skye's orgasms came quickly and hard. When her senses returned, they were lying side by side on the bed. Summer was the first to speak. "Skye, why don't you seduce Storm. If you want him for your lover, I think you should act now. If there is one thing I have learned, it is that no man can resist a woman's seduction. Skye agreed and nodded, in full agreement with her friend. It was time to take matters into her own hands. She had been fighting her desires long enough, and she wanted Storm. Despite her decision, Skye lacked experience to seduce men. "The thing is, Summer... I wouldn't know where to begin." "You'll be fine. It'll come naturally. And you can use my place. It is quiet and discreet, and wear a veil and pretend to be a widow until you are safely inside." After a moment she added, "If Storm is concerned about dishonoring you, Skye, be prepared to become the aggressor. She wondered how he would respond when she was his pursuer. She smiled. It was difficult to see herself as a brazen seductress and Storm her victim. Even so, it will be interesting. Skye was feeling excited as she waited at Summer's place for Storm to show up. She had written him, asking him to meet her here at eleven o'clock tonight, but was uncertain if he would come. When a knock sounded at the door, she jumped, but bid him entry. Her heart pounding before Storm even entered the room. He slowly shut the door behind him. "What do you want by asking me here, Skye?" Ignoring his question, "Won't you join me?" she asked, pointing to the empty chair. "Why don't you come to the point of your invitation? What are you up to?" She swallowed hard. Well, I... I have a proposition for you." "What proposition?" Skye's lips trembled. "I know it is normal for a man to initiate an affair, but... I want you for my lover." "Is that so?" "Yes. I don't want to remain a virgin any longer. And it's all your fault. You gave me a taste of passion when I want the whole experience. You have teased me enough." "You don't expect me to deflower you, do you?" he retorted. "I thought you were a lady." Skye smiled. "You said you wanted me in your bed." "As my wife, not my mistress." his frown deepened. "What is this, Skye?" She stood, holding his gaze. "It has to do with desire. I want you." "You know my terms." Skye reached up to pull her pins out of her hair. Storm's eyes followed her movements as she let down her dark tresses and combed them with her fingers. "Don't you want me, Storm?" she asked seductively. "You know I do." "And I want you. Why be so difficult about it?" "I have no intention of taking your virginity until we wed." Bending, she took off her shoes. Then reaching behind her, she unfastened her dress. She let the dress slip to the floor and stepped out of it, and stood there wearing only a delicate chemise and silk stockings. Her nipples hardened as Storm's gaze fastened on her breasts. When his gaze dropped lower, she knew he could see her already wet womanhood. The desire in his eyes encouraged her a bit. She leaned down and slowly peeled her stockings down her legs. "Skye, stop that right now," he commanded. "No, I won't. If you don't make love to me, then I will have to get more aggressive." She slowly walked to the door to lock it and withdrew the key. Turning, she held the key up. "If you want to leave you will have to come and take this key." He stood and made no move, watching her every move. She tossed the key onto the floor beside her dress. She slowly backed up to the couch as he started moving toward her. When she was on the bed, he nudged her thighs wider. His hands firm about her breasts, he ducked his head, found her lips and drew her into a long, increasingly erotic kiss. She caught his shoulders and leaned back to expose her throat. He broke the kiss briefly. "Lean back on your hands." She did and felt steadier right away and felt more exposed as his fingers closed about her nipples and tightened. With a gasp she arched her spine, pressing her breasts more firmly into his hands, offering them up to him. Arms braced, head back, eyes closed, she heard her own gasps as his lips touched, then lightly brushed across the flushed, taut skin of the upper curves of her breasts. Then his hand firmed about one mound, raising it. She cried out as his lips close over the aching nipple. She whimpered as he stroked his tongue across the peak. She shuddered as he turned his attention to her other breast. She wanted to bury her hands in his hair and hold his head to her breasts, but she needed both hands to lean on. So she just sat there her spine arched, her breasts surrendered to him and let him do as he pleased. And he did. As he drew one tight nipple deep into his mouth, he silently thanked God for Skye and her perfect little breasts and that she would accept his marriage proposal. He will not take her virginity. No matter what she does. He will just pleasure her again like he did before. She sat up and probed the firmness of his burgeoning erection beneath his breeches. "Do you really think you can resist me?" she murmured. "Do you even want to try?" When she unbuttoned his shirt, he stopped her. "Skye... I am sorry, but that will be all. Either you marry me or we are done. It is your choice." Standing abruptly, Storm straightened his shirt. "You are leaving?" Skye asked dismayed. "Yes, and so are you." Bending, he picked up her gown and tossed it at her. "Put it on." She clutched the gown to her naked breasts. "But I thought we will sleep together. Please, Storm. Do this for me." "No. I don't have that right. Please, marry me, Skye." "Storm... I want to make love to you." "What you want is beside the point. I'm not touching you again. Get dressed. I'm taking you home." "Storm, please..." "That is the end of it. Get dressed." Pretty ticked off, she dressed. She pulled on her dress and struggled to fasten the hooks while various thoughts spun through her head. She stopped trying to fasten her dress. The evening was mostly a failure. Storm was too damn honorable. She was only partially satisfied, again. Suddenly, she realized something. Storm was not like her father. Not all men are the same. She loved him. "Storm..." "Damn it, Skye, I said..." She stopped his words by kissing him. "Okay. I will marry you, damn it. Now make love to me." "No. We will get married first." "When?" "As soon as possible. Tomorrow." She wrapped her arms around him. "What caused the change of heart so quickly? I have asked you numerous times, and you refused every time." "I know. But I just realized that I love you, Storm. "I don't know if your love is enough." "N-not enough?" she repeated, her voice quivering. "I need your trust as well." "You have my trust, my love." Tears start to form in her eyes. "I know I was wrong to fear marriage. You would never hurt me." "Thank you for finally admitting that." Skye nodded in agreement. "I have been a fool, I know that now. What we have is unique and rare. I can't throw it all away because of my fear." "It would indeed be foolish." "Yes." She hesitated several heartbeats before she found her voice again. "Do you love me enough to give me a second chance?" "Of course I love you, Skye, you stubborn women." "I was terrified that I was too late." "So this is a marriage proposal?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around her, crushing her beautiful body to his. "Yes." He stepped back a little. "Say the words, my love. I have done my share of proposing. I believe it's your turn." "Do you want me to go down on my knees as well?" "No, a simple proposal will do." "Will you please marry me, my love?" "Tell me why I should." "Because I love you dearly, and I don't want to live without you." He gazed into her eyes. "I thought you wanted your independence." "Independence is not worth having if I am miserable. And I am utterly miserable without you. My life would be empty if I lost you." Skye held his gaze. "I want you for my husband. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, as your wife." The relief was so great that her knees nearly buckled as Storm bent to kiss her. His lips touched hers, gently, unbelievable wonderful. Then he stepped back. He handed her a document. Curious, she took it and proceeded to read it. She stared in disbelieve. It was a marriage license. She looked up at him with tears rolling down her cheeks. "We're married?" "No, not yet we aren't," he corrected her. "Of all the despicable, underhanded, deceitful things to do!" she sputtered. "You frightened the devil out of me, vowing you wouldn't marry me no matter what I did." "So you waited until I said 'Yes'?" Storm smiled widely. "Yes." She poked a finger into his chest. "You are a villain, darling!" "You left me no choice, my stubborn little hellion. What else could I do? I couldn't force you to accept my hand. You had to choose freely." He brought her fingers to his lips, pressing a light kiss to her knuckles. "I was never going to let you get away from me. I love you too much to ever accept 'No' for an answer. This should prove to you that I love you." "I suppose so." He reached up to caress her cheekbones with his thumbs as he stared into her eyes. "So you accept that we can get married tomorrow." "Yes, Storm. I accept." "Thank God. I was getting scared that I would lose you." He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close. He rested his cheek on her hair. "I could never live without you, Skye. I thought I was content and happy until I met you. I never realized how much I was missing until now. I haven't been the same man since I kissed you that first time." Skye felt the same way about Storm. He filled all the empty places in her heart and in her life. She leaned into the warm, solid strength of him, cherishing the feeling of holding him, of knowing that he belonged to her now, until forever. "I am grateful that you didn't give up on me." When she reached up to unbutton his shirt, he stopped her. "What do you think you are doing?" "I want to make love to you," she said huskily. "I thought I'd give you a wedding gift. Myself." "That is a gift I will always treasure, but I won't accept it until we are married." "Please." "I am as impatient as you are, but I am not making love to you until you are my bride." "But I am willing now." "You will have to be satisfied with kisses until tomorrow." "Only kisses?" Highly disappointed, Skye made a pouting face. "You know it will be torture, waiting until tomorrow." "It will be worth it, I promise you." Skye silently thank God that her stubbornness almost cost her; her future husband and happiness. "We can stay here for the night. My friend gave me permission to stay here if I wanted to." Storm gently kissed her. "Goodnight then, my love." They quietly made their way to separate beds. Tomorrow will be a glorious, glorious day. The next day, they were married by a judge with a few of Skye's friends there as witnesses. Right after they went to bed to celebrate and consummate their marriage. When they were both naked, Storm urged his wife to the bed. Laying down he pulled her down on top of him, then let her take the lead. Her long, dark hair fell in a silky curtain around their heads, then teased his skin as she bent and pressed passionate kisses over his jaw, throat and chest. When she was at his groin, he tangled his hands in her hair and closed his eyes as his wife's lips closed over the crest of his arousal. He jerked eagerly, and gave a low, strangled sigh as she suckled on him. The fire built inside him as Skye went on suckling him, plying him with her warm tongue and lips, laving and pulling, coaxing a shudder from him. Storm groaned as his climax neared. "Sweetie, I going to explode if you don't stop doing that." She didn't stop. With a groan, he grasped her hair tighter and yielded. He exploded. His seed spurting into her mouth. Some of it escaping, but she lick every drop up and swallowed it. "Why did you do that?" he asked, breathing hard, shocked that she even considered doing what she just did. "I have a friend that told me how to pleasure a man. And I enjoyed it." How he wanted her. But he had to go slow, for she was still a virgin. He trailed his fingers down her body to the apex of her thighs, finding her velvety folds. She was already hot and swollen for him. He brushed the sensitive bud and stroked it with exquisite tenderness. He teased her until he was aroused again. He made her arch and shivered against his hand. He probed her warm, silky folds with his fingers and pressed slowly inside her. Skye gasped and tensed her muscles, but Storm murmured a quiet reassurance. When he stretched himself over her, she was gazing up at him. Bracing his weight on his forearms, he nestled his body in the cradle of her thighs and parted her swollen sex with his. "I may hurt you," he warned regretfully. She smiled and reached up to touch his face. "It's all right," she whispered. The love he felt for her deepened, he stared into her lovely face and very gently, he eased the head of his erection into her quivering flesh. Skye held her breath but made no sound. With gently care, Storm pressed forward again, pushing inside her a little. When a wince flashed across her features, he halted and feathered light kisses across her forehead, cheekbones, lips, wanting to kiss away the pain. After a moment he felt her relax again, so he slowly slid in further, his long, thick arousal stretching her flesh, filling her. She was tight, wet, fitting him like a glove, enveloping him in glorious heat. He was so hard that his entry hurt her. As she whimpered, Storm suddenly thrust through her maidenhead. She gave a small scream at the burst of pain that ran through her body. "I'm so sorry I hurt you, my love," he whispered. "In a moment there will only be pleasure." Skye answered by wrapping her legs around his torso. After a moment or two, Storm started moving in and out of her slowly. Dear God in heaven! This is better than I dreamed. Her head fell back, and he leaned forward to lick at her slender throat with his tongue. Her legs unwound from about him, and he pushed them back, allowing him better access to her throbbing sheath. She raised her arms above her head, giving him total freedom to her breasts. She cried out in pleasure as he reached out with both hands to squeeze them, smiling at her cry of passion. Leaning forward, he began to tongue the nipples. He teased her breasts unmercifully, licking, nibbling, kissing, biting down on the sensitive crests just enough to cause a quick pain, which he immediately kissed away, all the while remaining buried deep within her. Skye could feel him throbbing within her. Her breasts felt swollen and tight, as if they were about to burst. She was afire with desire and was almost sobbing with pleasure. She tried moving her hips, but his weight held her down. "Make love to me, damn it," she hissed at him. "Please." He looked down into her beautiful face and laughed softly. "Really." Bending, he took a nipple into his mouth and began to suckle hard upon it. She almost screamed at the pleasure. Her whole body began to ache with her hunger to be satisfied. "I want you, Storm!" she sobbed. "I want you now!" Then he started moving within her. The rhythm became faster and faster until their passion exploded in a furious burst that left him breathless, and her unconscious for a few moments. They slept for a few hours, and when Skye awoke she found herself lying upon her stomach with a pillow under it, and the covers off her. She tried moving her arms but found that she couldn't. She saw that they were tied to the bed. As were her legs, but she could move them more freely than her arms. She was confused. Feeling a fluttery movement on her back, she turned her head slightly to see that Storm had placed fruits along her spine, and was in the process of eating them off her back. "What's with the restraints?" she wanted to know. "Arouse your senses even more, for a more intense orgasm." he answered. When he had eaten all the fruit, he moved over her and slowly, slowly entered her. When she raised herself a little on her elbows, he reached under her and he fondled her breasts, her cries telling him of the pleasure she was receiving. Storm of Love Ch. 02 Skye's head was spinning as he rode her from behind. She lifting her hips, and couldn't seem to get enough of him. "Storm! Storm!" she cried out, unable to restrain herself as her juices burst forth soaking the bed beneath her. "Oh, God! It isn't enough! It isn't." Seeing that her orgasm was intense, he thrust harder and deeper within her, again, and again, and again. Beneath him, she writhed in total pleasure. There were stars exploding behind her closed eyelids and a building hot pleasure in her nether region. Unable to restrain herself, she held on to the bed frame as spasms began to unleash themselves within her with a torrid violence. She started crying out. Storm's teeth bit into her shoulders, and then they both exploded together in an incredible burst of raw passion. She could feel his seed bursting forth inside her. Under her, the bed was soaking wet from her juices. "Vixen!" he groaned, his mouth kissing her throat, until he finally rolled off of her and lay panting upon his back. "My love," he at last managed to gasp. "What has happened between us? Is it always going to be so...so...so wild?" His heart was hammering against his ribs. "I ... I... don't know," she half sobbed. "Good heavens, that was wild." Storm untied his wife and cuddling up with her, they both fell asleep wrapped in others arms. THE END