After the Storm (All I've Ever Needed) by Jewel Moore Page A

tightened her hand around him while she was stroking him and made him come prematurely.   She ran her hand over Stephano’s chest and felt his small nipple tighten at her caress.  
    “Yes touch me, sweetheart,” he groaned.
    Encouraged by his response she ran her hand down the ripples of his washboard stomach and over his soft pubic hair.   After a momentary hesitation, she closed her hand softly around his erection.   It surged into further hardness and she almost let it go it surprise.   She ran her fingers up and down its length slowly, marveling that she could feel its smoothness and hardness even through the latex.
    “Yes.   Yes,” Stephano groaned and thrust himself slightly back and forth, as she unconsciously increased the speed of her caressing hand.
    Turning onto his back, he pulled her on top of him and asked, “Do you want to take control this time?”
    Take control?   In what way?
    “Why?” she asked, hoping that he would elaborate.
    “I don’t want to hurt you like the last time, cara .”
    “You won’t,” she assured him, hoping that she was right.   It hadn’t been that bad the first time really—just unexpected.
    “You do it, sweetheart.”
    “Do what?”
    “Join us,” he answered.
    He held her gaze as she sat up and reached downwards, grasped hold of him and placed him at her entrance.   Holding her hips firmly he guided her softly down onto him.
    She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as he filled her.
    “Do you want me to stop, cara ?”
    She opened her eyes and found him looking up at her in concern.
    “No,” she replied hastily. “It feels good!”
    With a triumphant laugh, Stephano held her against him and quickly reversed their positions.   He clasped her hands and held them against the bed above her head as he surged inside her.   He watched her eyes widen first in surprise and then pleasure as he started to thrust.
    He leaned down and kissed her deeply as she brought her long legs up and wrapped them around his hips.   He kept his pace even, not going as hard or as deep as he would have liked.   But this was just the beginning of a night of lovemaking he hoped.
    He bent his head and took Natalie’s left nipple between his lips and she suddenly started circling her waist, moving her groin in counterpoint to his.
    Stephano felt his control instantly slip.   He gritted his teeth and tried to hold his orgasm back, but let go when he realized that Natalie was there before him, gasping his name and arching under him.   With two fast, deep thrusts, he spilled himself into the condom.
    ***
    A tiny sliver of sunlight filtered through a gap in her heavy bedroom drapes as Natalie woke up spooned by Stephano.   His arm was heavy around her waist and she felt so happy it brought instant tears to her eyes.   She had never woken up with Michael in bed with her.   He’d said that he wasn’t used to sharing a bed and couldn’t sleep with someone next to him.   She’d believed him and hadn’t known what she’d missed until this moment.
    Sex with Michael had been okay, with nothing to compare to; with Stephano it had felt the way it was described in romance novels.   Stephano had acted as though his only thought was pleasing her.
    She and Stephano had talked and made love, talked some more and then made love again before he’d fallen asleep.
    She had wanted to ask him about the other woman a thousand times, but hadn’t wanted the perfection of the night of happiness she’d decided to grab for herself.   If he told her the truth about the woman, it would hurt too much.   If he lied, it would hurt even more.
    Long after he had fallen asleep, she had lain in the darkness, wrapped in his muscular arms, breathing in his familiar scent, listening to the sound of his breathing and crying because her heart was breaking.
    She wished she could accept what he was able to offer her.
    She had tried to hold something back—not give too much of herself as they’d made love,