Surrender to the Storm

The tempest raging outside seemed to pale in comparison to the turmoil brewing within me as I gazed down at Emily. Her eyes, now open, locked onto mine, and I could see the trepidation and desire warring within them. My hand, still tracing the curve of her jaw, moved down to her shoulder, my fingers slipping under the strap of her bra. The delicate fabric seemed to melt away under my touch, and I was left with the gentle curve of her breast. My fingers danced across her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I could feel her heart racing, her pulse pounding in her neck, as I leaned in closer. My mouth moved down to her neck, my lips tracing the curve of her skin. The taste of her was like a symphony on my tongue - sweet, salty, and utterly intoxicating. As I kissed my way down her body, my hand moved under her, my fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties. She gasped, her body tensing up, but I just held her in place, my fingers tracing the curve of her buttocks. My mouth moved lower, my tongue darting out to taste the gentle curve of her breast. Emily's body arched up, her back bowing off the bed, as my mouth moved lower. My fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties, and I gently tugged them down. The sight of her, laid out before me like a feast, was almost too much to bear. I could see the glistening folds of her sex, and my mouth watered in anticipation. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste her. The first touch of my tongue to her skin was like a spark to dry tinder. She erupted into a frenzy of movement, her body bucking up as I licked her. My mouth moved in slow, languid strokes, tasting the sweetness of her. I could feel her building, her body tensing up as she approached climax. As I ate her out, my fingers moved back to her breast, my thumb tracing the curve of her nipple. She gasped, her body arcing up, as I rolled the tight bud between my fingers. The storm raging outside seemed to fade into insignificance as I lost myself in the sensations of her body. The sound of her breathing, the taste of her on my tongue, and the feel of her body under my fingers all combined to drive me wild. I was lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of having her in my arms. And as I looked up at her, I could see the surrender in her eyes, the giving in to the desires that had been building between us. In that moment, I knew that I had her, all of her, body and soul. The question was, would she be able to forgive herself for surrendering to the storm, or would she try to pull away? I was about to find out.