The Storm

                 The storm was pounding down, thunder and lightening erupting in the night air.  I sit in the car; afraid to leave the safety it provides me.  Hoping the rain will let up, just long enough for me to get into the house, where I know I will find you waiting for me.  I sit there for several minutes…it doesn’t let up.  I finally decide to make a break for it, knowing that the time I have wasted here could have been time with you. 

                The rain and wind hits me with such a force, I am almost knocked to the ground.  Never before has this driveway seemed so long.  I run for the house, my clothes getting soak to my skin as the water pours down around me.  As I enter I find you in the living room, I am dripping wet, you just laugh at the sight of me.  My white blouse is almost completely see through now as it clings to my body as if I am a contestant in a wet T-shirt contest.  My nipples are hard and erect from the chill I caught.  My body covered in goose bumps. 

                I see you staring at my breasts, I notice something on you starts to also become hard and erect.  I think to myself, “maybe getting wet like this isn’t so bad after all”.  You take me in your arms and give me a hug to help warm me up.  I just end up getting you all wet too. 

                “Go upstairs and change, before you catch a chill” you tell me in your sweetest voice, “and I’ll start a fire down here.” 

“Okay, but, not before I get a kiss, haven’t had one all day, and I missed you.”  Standing on my tippy toes, you pull me towards you, and I let myself fall against you, our lips touching, and your hands on my shoulders.  As I feel our tongues meet, I feel myself go soft everywhere.  “Now, enough of this, go up stairs, before you start something.” You command.  I follow your orders, and head up the stairs.  You’re watching me as I go.  As I approach the top of the stairs, I turn and warn you that I will be back for more of that…so be ready.

                I peel the wet clothes from my body and turn on the shower.  The fragrance from the scented soaps make me feel relaxed, I hear the storm, still crashing down, if it the skies are having a battle.   As I wait for the water to warm up I look at myself in the mirror.  My breasts are firm and round, maybe a little to small, but you have never said so, my nipples still standing at attention.  My hips curve at just the right spot, my legs, well, I wish they were longer, but they are strong and tan, so I won’t complain.  I turn to the side, to check out my ass, I know how you like to watch me walk across the room naked.  Yep, it’s still there.    Looking one more time at the overall view,  “Perfect” I whisper, aloud, to no one in particular.

                I step in the shower, as the hot water hits my body; I start to tingle all over.  Thinking of you, downstairs, just knowing your there makes me warm inside.  The sound of the storm is drowned out, by the pulsating sound of the shower.  I know I can’t come to any harm in here, but I won’t feel completely safe until I am in your arms again.

                When I am done toweling off, I slip into a blue thong, then my robe and put my hair up in a towel.  I sneak downstairs, and stand in the doorway to the living room.  You have changed clothes also, now wearing the silk robe I bought for you.  I know you don’t really like it, but I think you look totally hot in it, so you wear it for me.  I watch you stoke the fire you have built, the lights have been turned down and the shadows from the flames dance on the walls like some sort of a tribal custom.  There is music playing softly, just loud enough to block the harsh sound of the storm.  I recognize it as something country, obviously your choice, but I don’t say a word.  Watching you work with the fire, I realize how much I have fallen in love with you.  I feel safe with you, not just from the storm, but also with my heart.  I have wanted to tell you how I feel for a long time now, but have been too afraid that I would be opening myself up for a fall.

                I softly clear my throat; just the way a lady is suppose to let a gentleman know she is in the room.  You turn and look at me.  The fire reflects off you, giving you a glow that is just breathtaking.  You look perfect sitting there.  You stand as I enter the room; I walk over to you slowly.  I can’t take my eyes off you; you are everything I have ever dreamed of…almost to good to be true. 

                You offer me a glass of brandy; “This should help to warm you up”  I take the glass and have a sip…still not taking my eyes off of you.  You have arranged the pillows on the floor so they are just right.  A perfect view of the fireplace, 

You take my hand and lead me over to them.  As I sit down, you smile, and tell me you think the towel is a nice touch.   I had forgotten about it, I just laugh. 

                “Oh-well, I guess I better go back upstairs…be back in a minute”…as I turn to leave you grab my arm to stop me.

                “Not so fast” You get up and leave, returning very quickly with a comb.  “Allow me” and you start to comb out my damp hair.  You are so gentle as you do it.  You treat me like a princess, I feel like Cinderella.  But just like Cinderella, I can’t help feeling trepidation; I couldn’t help but feel frightened of what might happen.  Would time burst my bubble of happiness and turn my carriage in to a pumpkin.  Or would it make my fairy-tale existence that much more secure with each passing minute.

                My hair dries as you comb it, giving it a shine that matches my satin sheets.  I love having you run your fingers through my hair.  I get so wrapped up in it; I have forgotten the storm that still lurks outside.  You stop and look me in the eyes.  Your eyes are so beautiful; they sparkle like the bubbles in a bottle of champagne.  You eyes tell me everything I need to know about you. 

                “Matthew….”

                “Shh” you say, wiping my face softly with your palm.  You kiss me tenderly on the lips, my cheek, hair, forehead, and my lips again, taking me in your arms; you ease me back on the pillows.   As you lower me down, you go to your knees and lean over to kiss me again.  Your fingers move quickly undoing my robe.  My breasts shudder, uncovered, but I don’t resist.  I keep my eyes closed and only moan as you kiss me on the neck, the shoulders, and then nibbled gently under and over my breasts.  You bury your face in the small of my stomach.  Your kisses are like fire, I feel the heat build everywhere you kiss me. 

                “You’re wonderful, Cassie, wonderful.  You are so pretty on the outside and far more beautiful and lovely on the inside, I can’t help but love you.  I can’t think of anything else but you.  I’m mad about you.”  You declare.

                Wonder fills me.  Do you truly love me with such passion?  In a moment of exquisite silence, I heard the gentle tapping of the rain as the storm starts to pass, and felt a warm shudder pass through my body.  Your fingers continue to explore me, stir me. 

                “Your heart is pounding and so is mine,” you say.  You look into my eyes again.  I close them and then, as if in a dream, I feel your soft lips move down lower.  This time as you kiss me, your fingers slip under the waist of my panties and draw them down.  Your fingers move in to feel my wetness that your actions have brought on.  Slowly your kisses find their way down to my clit.   Kissing it softly, teasing me with you tongue.  Your kisses get lower still, as I feel your tongue enter me; your fingers take over on my clit. 

                Wave after wave of excitement washes over me until I am drowning in my own thundering flood of passion.  Your kisses move up my body again.  You kiss my fingers as I play with my nipples.  Then you kiss me hard, I taste my pussy on your breath…the combination of the passion of your kiss and the taste on your lips sends a delightful surge of pleasure through my body. 

                I untie your robe and expose your hardness.  I feel it pressed up against me.  My desires grow as I caress you softly.  I feel the veins throb as blood fills them with each heartbeat. I spread my legs wide and guide you in gradually.  As I feel the head of your cock enter me, I thrust my hips up to meet it.  Devouring you up in my cunt.  I set the pace of our lovemaking with my hips, moving them in rhythm with the sound of the rain and the crackle of the fire.  You let me do this, because you know how much better I get off when I am in charge.  I feel you starting to pump me faster, a sure sign that you are going to lose it soon. 

                “Give me your tongue, make me cum hard” is all I had to say.  Instantly you are down on me again.  Your fingers and tongue doing the magic that makes me squirm and moan.  My body starts to shake as it feels the electricity that shoots through me as you make me cum hard.

                 “Fuck Me Now”…. and with that you are back inside me.   This time you get to set the pace.   You are riding me hard and fast.  Our lovemaking so intense, it brings tears to my eyes.  For a few moments it is as if we have melted into each other.  I embrace you so tightly, as if I am afraid to let you go.  We reach our climaxes simultaneously, ravishing each other with kisses, moving our lips over one another’s faces, like two people starved for affection, for the touch of another human being, hungry for love.  We smother our cries against one another’s neck and shoulders, and wind each other down with deep gasps, our hearts pounding against one another’s, both of us so surprised at our passion, we can only laugh. 

                We lay side-by-side, silent for a long while.  Trying to absorb the realization of what just happened.  “God, I can’t get enough of you,” you tell me.

              “Nor I, of you”, and with that I move down to take your cock in my mouth.  Licking and sucking, bringing it back to life.  You try to stop me, telling me you can’t, not again, not so soon.  But I keep going, and before long your prick is just as hard as the first time.  I roll over on my stomach, and you enter me from the back.  You go so deep this way, and I can move my ass in complete rhythm with you.  You kiss my neck as you fuck me this way.  Making my head spin with a delectable feeling of dizziness that sends me reeling back into the echo of my own soft moans.  The explosions within me, surprise, frighten, and please me.  Your orgasm comes fast, hot, and furious.  I feel you shudder and then come to a peaceful stillness, lips pressed against my shoulder, your breathing still heavy and hard.