Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 59659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Riding him, I felt yet another climax coming. His face was buried between my breasts and his hands clenching my ass. He was giving me enough control to guide the movements, and the exhilaration of that control pushed me further toward a new, explosive orgasm. My eyes shut as the sounds above us grew more intense. So did the sounds from his chest as he grunted and moaned. His hands wrapped around my waist and clenched. He was about to come. I let the tension go so I could come with him, and a primal cry rose from my throat.
My whole body shook as I tumbled into an earthquake of a climax. I couldn’t tell if it was my own perception or if the walls really shook from the storm, but it didn’t matter. As his pulsing cock emptied into me, I rode the wave of the most incredible orgasm of my entire life. Throbbing in heavy spurts as he emptied himself, he shook beneath me, and I took his lips to mine and kissed him as we slowly fell onto the cot, only stopping when he was finally spent.
The crashing sounds above us began to fade as we curled up together, my head on his chest. We were both staring at the ceiling and waiting for the storm to cease. It seemed to go on forever, and eventually, I sat up and grabbed the battery-powered radio. I turned it back on, placing it on the shelf beside us as we lay together in the bed, covered by the heavy blankets.
When things finally went quiet, the reporter on the radio was running down the damage. Apparently, our street had been hit rather hard, but the tornado had essentially died off several miles away, having done most of its damage around where we were. After it hit our street, it seemed to turn around and go back out of town, heading west. It was a miracle for most of the town, which sat east of the store, but I could only imagine the damage that had been done to the place.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he said, kissing the top of my head, “I can go up and see if it’s safe to come out. No rush, though. I’m fine staying here for a while.”
“Me too,” I said. “Can we just not leave for a week?”
“I think a week might be too long,” he said, laughing. “Our friends would eventually wonder where we are. I don’t want to come out of here and walk into my own funeral service.”
“That would probably be bad,” I agreed. “I’m just being selfish. And terrified. I don’t know what happened up there, and I’m not sure I want to.”
“I understand that,” he said, and I realized he would.
His money was inves ted in the store. Anything that happened upstairs was part of that too. I hadn’t even been thinking about that.
“Still, I need to know,” I said. “I need to go up there with you.”
“It’s very dangerous,” he said. “I don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”
“And if you got hurt?” I asked. “How would I know unless I came up to find you? Your argument makes no sense.”
“Fine,” he said, rolling his eyes a bit.
“Well, remember that wall we were thinking about knocking down?” I asked. “Maybe now we don’t have to hire a contractor to do the removal part.”
He laughed, and it filled my heart up in a way that no one’s laugh had ever done before. It made me giddy in a way. I smiled.
“All right, let’s get dressed,” he said. “I don’t think we can explain away how we ended up naked coming out of the shelter.”
I didn’t want to move yet. It was warm and cozy in the bed on his chest with his arm casually draped over my shoulder. We had made this room a cave for just us for a short little window, and I didn’t want to give that up. What if once we were out there, whatever magic was happening in here was gone? What if we were only drawn into this position in bed because of the storm itself and the close proximity? What if we got up there and he didn’t want me anymore?
What if he wanted Sarah?
I shook my head and forced myself to sit up. I was letting anxiety dictate my life, making choices about how I viewed the world instead of letting myself evaluate it before I experienced it. It was the same way I had gotten so negative after my parents’ death. I had taken it to mean that nothing good would ever happen again. And I manifested a lot of bad because of it.
I caught Victor staring at my body as I stood and looked around the room for my clothes. It wasn’t in a leering way, though it most certainly had a sexual element to his stare. It was more worshipping that leering. He seemed enthralled by it, and only when I began to cover up my private parts did it shake him into movement too. Then it was my turn to stare.