The rain washed against her window pane and even though it was just outside her reach she could hear tap, tap, tap of each water droplet.
It beat with a rhythm that should have been soothing. Soft. Subtle. Sanguine.
Instead it beat that burrowed inside her and seemed Sensual. Sexual. Seductive.
She found herself sighing in reaction.
Tap. Tap. Tap.The rain picked up in intensity which exponentially increased the urge that she immediately felt in other parts of her of herself.They seemed to thump, thump, thump with an exciting yet maddening thrill.It was the preverbal itch that she could not scratch.
She needed – no craved something more. She missed a soft sensual touch that usually accompanied soft sensual kisses that usually preceded soft sensual lovemaking
She stood up in bed while reaching to her right where her customary glass of wine and Black and Mild Cigar was still waiting for her. In a combination of moves she lit the cigar and drank the remaining bits of wine left from the previous hours of drinking.
Suddenly a flash tore through the sky just outside her window. Lighting.
Its appearance tormented her with its beckoning call while the rain outside was poured harder.
Silently she resorted to an old childhood staple in which she counted the seconds…
“One Mississippi, Two Mississip–”
…To the thunder. It rumbled harder and seemingly echoed just a powerfully inside her soul as well as the outside of the house.
This made the “hunger” speak with a nearly inhuman voice.
It didn’t help that she was naked and could feel her own nipples harden just under the sheet that kept her from being exposed to the elements.
She was hoping her glass of wine and a freshly lit Black and Mild would do the job to calm the urge inside her. However she already was up to a steady pace of four puffs for every swallow of wine but she still did not feel any more comfortable than when she started.
The rain still mocked her but she couldn’t help but turn towards the window and stare at it.
Suddenly, she felt a brush against her spine. It traveled softly from the nape of her neck to the small of her back.
She smiled.
“I didn’t hear you come in.” She said softly, familiar with touch. “I thought you would be working.”
“It can wait.” He told her. “It’s raining.”
She felt him still touching him. This time he was mapping the contours of her body with his whole hands as he was a faith healer looking to heal her.
It did more than that.
The rain was lustfully having fun playing with her emotions and her loins. She succumbed, turned and kissed him passionately.
Their tongues and lips met and she could taste the exciting taste of this passionate moment.
That and the black and mild that she smoked earlier.
The smoke passed from her mouth into his before it escaped into his nostrils and out into the open air.
She moaned her approval of the trick she just performed.
She heard him moan as well. She wasn’t sure that he was feeling the moment or the emotion that he had held for her for so long.
She kissed him again.
This time with more passion than before this time she pulled him tightly against her body. She could feel the thump, thump, thump of his heartbeat in several locations both above and down below.
She knew he had to go back to work but she knew that they both wanted to milk every possible moment into this single act.
She felt his heartbeat and his member getting harder.
“Damn.” She exclaimed. Her lips feasted on his as if there were no other nourishment that could contain her.
He fought against her slightly and attempted to pull away from her and echo her sentiment. “You are so damn–”
The woman grabbed the back of his head and pulled him close to her again. Time was passing and she no longer wanted to wait.
She needed him.
She hungered for him.
The rain agreed.
With much force from her part, she tore off his clothes. There was limited light but she could easily make out his bare, muscular, chocolate form and it made her purr at the seemingly delicious sight.
Without further thought, she reached out, grabbed him below the waist, and like a magnet pulled him in her direction.
It did not take much time before he was at the entrance of her inner sanctum.
She saw him smile and threw him one in less than a second.
In even less time than that he had entered her. She could feel the warmth and the full length of his member as he slid into her.
She heard herself hiss lustfully.
“Take me.” She commanded.
He responded by pulling back slightly and her womanhood gripped him tightly.
Her hands rubbed across his face lovingly and urged him to do the business that nature urged them to do.
She saw him close his eyes and reared back his head in exhilarating triumph as he began to move. Slowly at first, but as each moment continued his movements became much-hurried in pace.
Thanks to the rain, she was already on the edge so she needed that gentle push from him to send her over that edge.
She tried to control herself but his movements made that impossible … damn she was close.
He leaned close to her ear and in a voice just above a whisper, he told her of the things that she was doing to him. The way that she called his name, the way that she touched his wanting flesh, the way that her thrust met his . . . they were stroking the fires deep inside him.
He told her other words both naughty and nice to convey his feelings to her, she responded by saying his name again. She surprised him further by running her nailed fingers across his back.
A roar of pleasure was trapped inside her throat. When it was finally released, moments later, it nearly shook her to the core because of its near animalistic magnitude.
“Sheeet,” She cooed, knowing well enough what she was doing to him.
He kissed her again. However, this time he paced himself and delivered a long and laborious kiss to her
With her eyes now closed, she could feel him as he felt his way around her body…
Touching her face…
Touching her neck…
Touching her full and heaving breasts….
All while she urged him and pleaded for him not to wait any longer.
The rain increased with tympanic force creating a symphony that they hungrily made love to.
The sexual power that surged through the two of them fueled them to do things within the act of lovemaking that they once thought they could not try before.
Exotic things…
“Ohhhh,” she moaned.
…Erotic things…
“Yesss.” He groaned.
…Enticing things…
“Uhhh,” They both moaned.
They seemed to make the experience more favorable for both parties.
They continued … thrusting and arching … arching and thrusting … moving as one entity engrossed in physical pleasure.
The movement of their bodies continued with near perfect erotic precision. She was the ying to his yang as each movement he gave met with an equal and pleasing reaction from her. They wanted to make this trip together.
They had plenty of time.
They had plenty to give.
The lust inside them built to such a feverish pitch that if the energy they expelled were capable of combustion, her home would have been engulfed in flames.
“I’m on fire.” She heard him say, oblivious to the irony of the statement.
She delivered another kiss to him quickly. Her tongue did wonders inside of his mouth and made her even dizzier with anticipation of the moment.
He edged her onward with naughty words. In the back of her mind, she knew that within a few moments she would take that leap from the edge…
She growled.
…they leapt from the edge into the abyss…
He moaned.
“More…”
“Yessss…”
Suddenly…
He grabbed her hand and leapt with her into that place at the exact moment when she felt his seed was released from him. As if it was fate, it mingled with hers and truly made the lovers one. The both shivered slightly as she received him.
They slowly drifted from their plateau into the reality of the real world. At that moment, they could have cared less about their surroundings. All they wanted in the world was in each other’s arms and nothing riches or otherwise could have made things better than this moment.
Meanwhile the rain continued to fall unabated.
For the first time since she started … she didn’t care.
