Rain
When the rain falls they need to amuse themselves somehow.
The rain pattered against the window as she leaned back on the couch, legs parted just enough to tease. He watched her from the doorway, eyes dark with hunger. She crooked a finger, inviting. Clothes fell like whispers. His hands roamed—slow, reverent—until her breath hitched. Tongues tangled, hips met, skin slick with heat and need. She arched, gasped his name, and he answered with a growl against her neck. The storm out...
