Sorry it is taking so long to write and upload the chapters. It has been difficult. Will try and update again soon. Happy holidays and thanks again for reading.
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"Why are you looking at me like that?" Salina asked nervously, fidgeting with the napkin in her lap.
"You are so beautiful and we're on a date." Storm leaned back into his chair. "I'm the envy of every man here. They're all wondering who you are," he stated proudly.
Salina looked around and saw more than a few eyes looking their way. It only increased her anxiety. "They're not looking at me..."
Storm leaned forward. Resting his arms on the table he opened his hands to her. She placed hers in his and he held it, looking in her eyes. "They are. They're wishing they were in my place," he affirmed.
Salina swallowed, trying to dislodge the air lodged in her throat but instead felt herself heat up under his intense scrutiny.
Storm chuckled seeing the blush that stole across her face, loving how it made her seem to glow, becoming more beautiful in the dimly lit restaurant. She was nervous but for the first time, he wanted her to see all the attention she naturally garnered. She was oft times not aware, which was how he knew she wasn't conceited in the least.
"How's catching up on what you missed going?" he asked suddenly, changing the subject. "Mitch said you were so far ahead, you didn't have much catching up to do."
"Does Mitch now report to you? Are you paying him?" Salina asked curiously.
Storm laughed. "You're very suspicious Miss. Carter." He shook his head. "No, I'm not paying him. I checked in with him to see how you were doing since you were so ill a few weeks ago." Seeing that she seem to accept his answer, he stated, "He's a nice guy," and at the slightly shocked look on her face, he smiled and continued, "I'm not sure I like you having a male friend so close but he's a nice guy. He seems to genuinely care about you and your friendship. About that, what kind of friend is he to you?" Storm took a sip of his wine.
"What do you mean?" she asked puzzled, taking a small sip of her wine also.
"I mean, is he a close friend, an acquaintance, etc.?"
Salina thought for a moment before she answered. "He's a close friend."
"Do you consider him a possible best friend?" Storm asked softly.
"I'm not sure." She looked down before continuing softly, "I don't think I'm best friend material. I don't think I know how to be..."
"Salina," Storm said reaching to take her hand again and held it tightly when she tried to pull away. He waiting until she looked at him before continuing, "Why do you think you're not? I think you make an excellent best friend."
"I wasn't a very good friend to Rhonda and she was..."
"You're wrong. You were an excellent friend to Rhonda. Rhonda just had very different morals and values than you do. You were always there for her Salina and if she valued you and your friendship, she would have listened to you more often." She looked away and he elaborated. "Ayasha, Iris, Brad, Mike, Kevin, Tricks, Jack, Nancy and so many others, wouldn't have you near them if they didn't think of you as a friend, a very good person."
"Yes, a friend but besides, Dara and Madelyn, I don't really have a best friend. Someone who I can say silly things to."
"Who's the one person you're most afraid of being close to?" Storm asked suddenly. He could tell she was refusing to answer. "Who Salina," he prodded softly.
She looked away but when he tugged on her hand she returned her gaze to him. He asked again and she answered, "You."
"Why?"
"Because out of anyone who knows my secret, you would most likely be the one to betray me."
The fear in her eyes were real and there was nothing she could do to cover it. She didn't want to. Saying what she felt and lived with inside was a relief in some small way; a relief of sorts that she was constantly betraying herself, wanting him so much but fearing the damage he could do to her.
"In time you will know that I would never betray you. I can't say I won't ever hurt you, but it will never be intentional. I will keep your secret till the day I die." He paused and allowed her to digest what he said. Then he smiled and said, "To prove it to you, I'll let you tell my secret to one person but I will choose the person."
Salina frowned. "What secret?" she asked.
Storm looked at her shocked. "You forgot my secret? The one you laughed so hard over?"
Salina's frown showed that she was trying to remember and when she did, she rolled her eyes at him. "You're still maintaining that that was a secret?" she asked incredulously.
"Just because it's not of the same caliber as yours doesn't mean it's not as important," he replied indignantly.
Salina smirked, "Fine, who can I tell?" She wanted to hear his prosperous answer.
"June," he replied simply.
Salina stopped smiling immediately. "June? Why her?"
Storm shrugged and took a sip of his wine. "She's the closest person to you and I have a feeling she would understand. Furthermore, if you tell those idiots loosely known as my friends, I'll never hear the end of it," he mumbled the last part.
Salina laughed. "Excellent point."
Happy to hear and see her joy, Storm said, "Let's order."
Holding her hands and walking backwards so he could look at her, Storm asked, "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?"
Salina smiled and blushed again, "Yes, you have and again, thank you." She was getting nervous. She was trying to think of an excuse for her to go home.
"Do you want a glass of wine?" Storm asked.
"No, I don't. I wasn't able to finish the glass tonight."
"Yes, I know, you hardly took a sip."
"I'm sorry it went to waste. I just couldn't drink it."
"It's fine. As long as you enjoyed dinner and the night so far."
"Yes, I am having a good time. Thank you."
Stepping closer to her, he began to kiss her neck with soft feather like kisses. His hand wrapped around her neck and pulled her to him as his lips began to move across her cheek to her lips. The kiss began softly but became heated quickly as Storm gently moved her backwards to the couch. When the back of her legs hit the couch, she began fall and reach out to him for leverage, but he made her fall backwards instead. Smiling down at her, he sat beside her and pulled her in a deep kiss. One hand held her to him as he coaxed her tongue to play with his while his other hand moved down the side of body, grazing over her firm breast. Her nipples pebbled in her bra and he could feel it as his hand continue it's descent down the indentation of her waist and over her hips. Down her legs, pass her knee to her ankle before making the ascent up. The way she was turned to him worked in his advantage and allowed his hand to ascend up over her legs, her thighs and under her dress until he reached her hip.
He pulled her into him which gave his other hand the pass it was seeking to caress her ass. She was wearing a cheeky, a style he loved and just thinking about her in them made his cock grow harder. He reached up and teased the edge of her panty and as his thumb moved to the front, and he felt her begin to tense.
She broke the kiss and look back at him breathing hard.
"St..."
"Shhhh..."
Storm knelt and quickly spread her legs and moved between them. He smiled as his hands moved behind her knees to pull her forward so she was laying back on the couch. He pushed her dress up to her waist and he watched her as his fingers moved down the front of her lace cheeky.
"No...Storm please," Salina said, trying to push him away so she could rise but he ignored her.
"I have to taste you," he whispered, looking at her. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and using one hand, he pulled her panty aside. Looking at her glistening, wet pussy, he smiled, "I can smell your wetness," he murmured.
She closed her eyes, her hands both pushing and pulling at his arm. "Storm, please..." she pleaded but this time she didn't know for what.
Storm didn't move, didn't breathe. He wanted her to watch on her own instead ordering her, so he waited, knowing her curiosity would get the better of her. It did, and when she opened her eyes, he opened her folds with his fingers and took a long, sweeping lick of her very wet pussy. She moaned aloud and arched her back trying to move back but he held her tight and steady as he buried his face between her legs. Her legs were over his shoulders, her heels rubbing into his back, licked and sucked, tasting and taking every drop from her dripping slit. Her clit was hard and when he pulled it into his mouth, she cried out his name. Her hand was on his arm, her nails digging in as she tried to get some relief from his insistent tongue.
His thumb found her clit and he rubbed it in slow circles while plunging his tongue into her. Her breathing became more erratic and her walls swelled around his tongue. He rubbed her clit harder, his tongue moving in and out of her, over and over until she arched and screamed her orgasm rushing through her hard. He licked every drop, drinking from her as if from a fountain.
