Thunderstorm
Making love in a summer thunderstorm
The day is humid. The sky is a solid mass of dark clouds that hang low, barely moving, snagged and scraping on the chimney pots. I step from the sultry heat of the house onto the patio and feel the slightest hint of a cool breeze signifying a change in the sticky weather.
‘Fancy a drink?’
You are reclining in the sunlounger on the lush lawn, reading, engrossed, yet you tear your eyes away from the page and smile.
‘Thanks Babe. Tea would be lovely.’
Yes it would be, but not as lovely as you. The white dress rises slightly on the breeze, flutters around your knees. Your golden calves, feet, shoulders and arms are bare. You drop the book to your lap, close your eyes, relax, and your head sinks back into the lounger. You exhale with a long sigh, then extend your taut, lean body as you slowly breathe in. Unnoticed by you, your book slips silently onto the grass. That first edition took some finding and though it’s not in great condition, I knew you would adore it as soon as I saw it on the dusty, mahogany shelf. We’ve discovered some wonderful things in old bookshops, our love included.
A pearl of sweat forms on your temple, another trickles down your cleavage. Again, breath fills you and your breasts rise. My own breath is caught by this vision of beauty and I simply stand and stare. Last night we were naked in bed together, kissing and stroking, enjoying every curve, taste and smell of each other’s body. We made love and fell asleep exhausted as the sun rose, but now my hunger is ignited again.
A flash splits the sky and we wait for the thunder. You watch me silently mouth the numbers: one; two; three; four; five… deep growls shake the ground, assault our ears, tell us that the storm is but a mile away. Huge drops of rain begin to beat the ground. I expect you to leap up and run for the house, but you sink further back, enjoying the feel of the rain on your skin and the coolness it imparts.
The sky is black, the air is alive and birds are silent, mistaking the storm for dusk. Another flash blinds me for an instant, the thunder follows almost immediately and now the rain falls harder still. Each drop eases the folds from your dress, sticking it to your flesh. As they hit you they seem to chip away the surplus material like a sculptor’s chisel. The drops quickly turn to a torrent, leaving your perfect shape encased in the now transparent fabric. Your nipples have risen and can be plainly seen as you arch your back. You stretch your arms above your head and open your mouth to drink, shake your head and start to laugh.
I want you now, here, on the lawn in the rain. I am drenched too. Another flash and an instant explosion of thunder and I am kneeling beside you. My hands are on your waist and your eyes suddenly open. The rain pounds us. I can barely hear you speak. You see the need in my eyes and mouth the words I want to hear.
‘Make love to me!’
I peel off my wet shirt and unfasten my jeans. I am aware of you removing your dress and then your knickers. You lie back again, naked. I am quickly naked too. The storm erupts around us and the blinding rain falls perfectly vertically, hammering into my back like nails. I raise your legs over my shoulders. Despite the stream of water that runs from your hair, your breasts, over your belly and between your legs, I can taste your hot, sticky wetness. Your voice cuts through the deluge:
‘Oh, God… this is fantastic… fuck me, fuck me.’
I kiss your thighs and belly, tits and neck and now I am poised over you, the tip of my cock touching your cunt lips. I kiss you and simultaneously slide into you. I feel your legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. Another peel of thunder and the rain falls even harder as the storm reaches its peak. I’m penetrating you gently with smooth, slow strokes and I feel your breath coming quicker, feel the urgency of your impending climax.
‘Faster! Oh, yes… oh… oh… Fuck me faster, harder…’
Again, your legs are over my shoulders, but this time I’m fucking you, deep and hard. I give you every inch of me and my balls slap against you. Spray arcs from us as our bodies collide. You are crying out now with every thrust and I know you are close.
‘I’m coming, God, I’m coming!’
And so am I. Pleasure blossoms in the tip of my cock, spreads along its length, through my balls, belly, chest, legs and arms, then explodes inside my brain as I frantically pump my cum into you. There is a final flash and clash of thunder as we come together and then the rain quickly abates to a drizzle. We were as one with the storm and are now spent with it. I hold you. We kiss slowly, lovingly.
‘Wow! I always wanted to do that…’
‘Me too.’
I suddenly see the mash of paper on the lawn beside us.
‘Your book… it’s ruined!’
Drops of water leave my hair and splash on your beautiful face. You grimace then laugh, reflecting and amplifying the humour in my own expression. I kiss you again. I am still hard, still inside you and feel so totally close to you.
‘I’ll find it for you again, don’t worry. It was worth it, wasn’t it?’
You smile up at me and kiss me on the lips. You soften your eyes and, for the briefest moment, I glimpse your soul
‘Oh, yes. It was worth it.’
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