And So It Rained…

I heard the front door slam against the wind.  I peeked around the corner from the bathroom where I was rubbing lotion into my freckled skin to see him standing there looking like a drown rat. I giggled and grabbed a towel.

“I fucking hate rain,” he grumbled.

“No you don’t.  Shut up and get naked.  Here’s a towel,” I said with a grin.

“Get over here and kiss me, Woman, and don’t tell me what I do or don’t hate,” he said as he peeled off his dripping wet shirt and kicked off his shoes.

I went to him and roughed up his hair as I grabbed his head and pulled him down to my lips.  His tongue is strong and always takes my breath away the minute it touches me.  I got chills of excitement almost instantly and sighed my approval as he kissed me.

“Can you grab a pair of shorts for me?” he asked as he began to strip off his wet jeans.

“Um. No. Why would I do that?” I asked sheepishly.

He looked at me, slowly putting his pants on the floor and stepping out of them.  He never took his eyes off of me.  That look was one I recognized all too easily.  He was ready to pounce.  I took off towards the family room and around the couch hoping to put some distance between us and get the advantage, but he was always faster than me.  He grabbed me at the waist from across the couch and pulled me over with ease.  I tried fighting but that never works.  All that ever does is makes him grab me harder to make me still.

He had me pinned to the couch, arms above my head, body under his, and my mouth occupied with his tongue.  When he finally came up for air, I was able to struggle a little bit hoping to roll him off the couch, but all I did was succeed in making my skin more flushed and my heart beat faster.

“Damn it,” I whispered.

“When are you going to learn?” he asked, “and I hate the rain.”

I just shook my head which meant “no” to both parts of what he said.  He moved up and kissed my forehead before moving off of me to stand up in search of a pair of shorts.  I had to lay there for a minute, not to recover from the burst of energy, but more-so from the forehead kiss. Why they seem to render me breathless – I don’t know.

and so it rained

When he came out from the bedroom in a pair of shorts, I just shook my head.

“You want me to just run around naked all night?” he asked.

I didn’t bother answer.  He knew my response.

He walked over to the entryway to grab his wet clothes as I loaded a DVD into the player for our movie night.  I could hear the rain pelting the window as lightning added to the subtle glow of the candles I had begun to set up.  It wasn’t long before the loudest clap of thunder I had ever heard made both of us jump and I started to giggle as it continued rumbling in the distance outside.

“Fucking rain,” he growled.

“Seriously, shut up.  You love it because I love it.  You know damn well all the rain is going to do is make me want you more, make me want to cuddle with you more, kiss you more, and need you more.  So, hurry up and get over here because I want you next to me,” I said.

“Yes, Dear.” he mustered a grin.

We enjoyed each other’s company while watching the first movie and munching on appetizers that I had gathered.  When he loaded the second movie, I couldn’t help but glance at his bulge as he walked back.  Damn it.  Why can’t I be good for once.

The movie had barely gotten started when I had reached for him and he reacted beneath my touch.  I leaned in and lifted the leg of his shorts to let him out.  While the movie played and he watched, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock savoring the feel of it on my lips and tongue.  He kept reaching back towards my ass, but I moved away.  I didn’t want to be touched or bothered.  I just wanted to listen to the movie and focus on sucking on what was so wonderfully standing in front of me.

He was calm. He was probably the only guy I had ever known who was strong enough to disconnect himself from what was going on between his legs.  I have no other way to describe it.  He could sit there for literally hours as I sucked and licked on him and not only would he not bother me, so to speak, but he could sit there and let me enjoy myself without cumming until we were BOTH ready.  This meant when I wanted something to suck on, he lasted much longer than the lollipop that the silly old owl liked to crunch on.  Oh, of course he would sigh or have to catch his breath at times.  He would place a hand on the back of my head once in awhile stroking my hair to let me know that I was taking good care of him.  His cock would react on my lips with that lovely twitch as I did something it enjoyed.  But for the most part, I got to satisfy my oral fixation with him. He was my perfect movie companion.

Once in awhile, I would take a break and lean into his chest, watching the movie as I stroked him with my hand.  At times, I would just keep the head of his cock on my lips as I stroked him, or sometimes I would suck on one of his fingers just for a little change.  Either way, we were both able to enjoy our movie in our own ways.

When the movie finished, he reached for the remote and turned off the power on the devices.  Still it rained outside.  Oh I love that sound.  He focused more on what I was doing to him and let out a moan as he grabbed the back of my head.  That’s another sound that I love.  He began taking control, but slowly.  I moved to the floor to kneel in front of him.  Gently he pressed his length to the back of my throat, testing my readiness to take him.  He picked up pace and I grabbed him at the base holding him off for a second as I looked up to him.

“Make it rain, Baby.  You know how you fucking LOVE the rain,” I smirked and he squinted his eyes at me, smiling himself.

He took complete control fucking my mouth and throat deep and fast.  Spit dripped down his shaft to his balls and ultimately on my tits.  I reached down to touch my own wetness as he kept a steady rhythm.  I could feel his thigh tense up as I held it with my free hand.

“Get ready, Baby.  You want rain?  Here is comes,” he said in almost a whisper.

I backed up enough that only the head of his cock was on my lips as I looked up to him.  That was all it took for him to cum.  His hot, sticky seed rained on my lips, my cheeks, and my chest.  I knelt there, taking every bit of it wherever he wanted to put it.  It was warm and creamy, and…it was mine.

Once he finished, he leaned down and kissed me on the one spot that wasn’t blessed by his gift, my forehead.

“Let’s go clean you up, Kitten,” he said.

My night had only just begun.