Story Time: Second Chances

It'd been two months since they'd seen each other and if she were honest with herself, she would admit that she was terrified. She had no idea if coming here was a good idea or some burst of insanity on her part. When they had parted last, she had been so lost and confused. His words had spoken one thing and his actions another. For the past months, she had held tight onto the memories of his actions. In her head, she had relived the first time they had kissed, the first time they had made love.  Now, she would find out if he felt the same way about her as she did about him.

Stepping off of the airplane, she paused and took a deep breath. She still needed to make her way out of the terminal and down to baggage claim where they would be meeting, but she needed this time to compose herself. On the outside, she looked confidant. There was a way about her that made people smile. She had this way of talking to people that made them each feel as if no matter what was happening, somehow everything would be ok. What few people knew, especially in this moment, was that on the inside, she was the same terrified little girl whose parents had rejected her.

She had made this entire trip terrified that they would come together again and the magic would no longer be there. She was terrified that she had imagined the look in his eyes when he looked at her. It didn't matter what other people had told her. It didn't matter that people had told her that he glowed when he saw her or that his eyes were shining and so full of love for her. Things had been different since that trip and she was scared.  

She sighed softly, reminding herself that he had asked her to come see him. Surely that must be a sign that he wanted her. With a slight frown, the one he would know immediately meant she was over thinking something, she picked up her bag and crossed the terminal. There was only one way she was going to know the answers and standing at a gate, twitching in her shoes wasn't the way.

He waited at the baggage claim, his eyes scanning the crowds of people coming down the escalators. He knew her flight had landed and that soon she would be standing there in front of him. Like her, he had spent the past couple of months reliving their previous time together. It had been like nothing either of them had either experienced before and he had allowed his fears to stand in the way of it becoming anything more than that one weekend. He had pulled back and he knew she felt it. If she were nothing else, she was always honest with him and that included how she was feeling. He knew that he had hurt her and for that, he was deeply sorrowed. He loved her and to know that he had caused her pain was almost too much for him to bear.

Now, there she was. He saw her at the top of the escalator and could hear in his head, her muttered whisper of 1..2...3. She hated down escalators and would do that every single time she had to step onto one. He never told her that he thought it was cute. He had never told her a lot of things, like how the first time they'd stepped onto an escalator together, he'd known how much she trusted him because she never let go of his hand.  She had shown him in so many unspoken ways just how much she loved and trusted him. He had been in awe of the connection that they had felt and he felt the tug of it now as she made her way down towards where he was standing.

She saw him there. She saw him standing there, watching her and she felt it too. She felt the need to run into his arms and to beg him to love her. She did neither though. She stood on the escalator, watching him slowly come closer and closer as it made its way down. When it reached the bottom she stepped off and slowly walked towards him.

They were two people who could talk themselves out of anything, even love. Yet, somehow, here they were, together again. There was the briefest of hesitations as they stood facing each other. Then, it was just like the first time all over again. She moved into his arms and he held her close. His lips pressed softly to her forehead and then moved down to cling to hers. It was if they were reliving those first moments together all over again.

Her hands slid up his arms to rest on his shoulders as two pairs of soft lips found each other over and over again. The world faded away until the only things left were two people who had tried hard to ignore the feelings that they created within one another.  They were two people who had been so hurt by life and yet when they came together, it was as if there were no past, only the present and the future.

Stepping back, she looked at him. Her big brown eyes looked deep into his, as if trying to reach his very soul. He knew, without asking, what was going on inside her mind. He knew that this time, there would be no turning back. If he wanted this woman, he would have to show her without a doubt. Reaching for her hands, he pulled her close to him again, hugging her tight. He loved her there, snuggled close in his arms and it was in that moment..that one singular, clarifying moment..that he knew. He knew that no matter the obstacles or the challenges, this was the woman that he wanted to share his life with. This beautiful soul was the one that he wanted to spend the rest of his life waking up next to. Even when things looked the bleakest, she had stood by him. She had held his hand through all of the hurts and the dramas. She had been his best friend and his lover.  She had opened up her heart and her life to him even though he hadn't always done the same for her. She never held herself back from him, even when he knew he had hurt her. This time, no matter what happened, he wasn't going to let her go.

Stay Tuned...

I'm going through some files tonight and came across some older stories. Some are very sexy and some are sad and some are even sweet. I hope that you enjoy them as I get them posted. I'm not quite sure how many there are yet but I'll be adding them up here as I come across them. I'm also discovering a bunch that are in progress and there's a good chance that I might be wrapping up some of them soon. So, stay tuned and hopefully we'll be having some new yummies for you here soon...and maybe some actual serious pieces..You just never know now, do you?

Story Time: Chances

Sometimes life has a funny way of giving you just what you need just when you need it, even if you're too caught up with the day to day to even realize that it's been missing. These were the thoughts on my mind as I slipped between the warm sheets on a cold winter's night. I hadn't realized just how much I had missed not only the intimacy but the excitement of finding a person that you connect with and the way that your body instinctively reacts. We hadn't known each other long yet on some level we seemed to recognize each other.  There was something there and it was something that neither of us seemed willing to ignore.  We had spent hours together, both ignoring our individual responsibilities, so that we could talk and explore things further. Now, night had come and it was just me alone in bed with my thoughts.

It didn't take long for my thoughts to turn to that first sweet kiss that we had shared. It was teasing. It was light, but it spoke of the possibility and promise of so much more. It was that promise that had my hands sliding slowly over my warm skin. I couldn't help but wonder if it would feel as natural as things did now. Somehow, I felt it would. There was something there, something just waiting to be discovered and not only enjoyed, but appreciated.

It was on that thought that my eyes slid closed, not to sleep but to enjoy the fantasy..the fantasy of him, the fantasy of us. I wondered if he knew how already he affected me, how I had been on edge multiple times that day with a desire to reach out and touch him and to have him touch me.  It would start with soft little caresses, the kind that those exploring boundaries would share; a brush of the hand against a thigh or fingers against the chest. When those weren't put off, it would advance to more bold moves..my hand resting on his thigh, him playing with my fingers, both of us knowing what we wanted, but willing to enjoy the dance.

Already, just thinking about this, my breathing deepened and my hands started a slow exploration of my body, slowly caressing it, my fingers becoming more bold as I imagined his would. Perhaps time would be lost to us as we moved from one stage to the next, eagerly learning each other's bodies as well as our desires.

There is something magical about that first time with another person, with the right person. Just thinking about it, I could feel that magic coursing through my veins as my hands slid first over my chest, pausing to tease and to torment before sliding down over my soft skin. I whimpered, the sound loud in the otherwise silent room. I never heard it. I was too caught up. With one hand, I teased and tormented while with the other I soothed and caressed. It was a dangerous game. Too much too fast and it would be over before it started, but I knew my body well. I knew how to take myself higher and higher without setting myself over the edge.

What was it about him that already drove me to places that I very rarely went? Why was I prepared to open my very heart and soul to someone that had just become a part of my life? Honestly, for once in my life, I didn't care. I only cared that he made me laugh and made me smile. He made me feel beautiful and desirable and now, here I was..his name crossing my parted lips as I drove myself ever closer to that elusive edge.

My whimpers had changed to quiet moans as my body trembled beneath the onslaught of my own fingers. I refused to allow myself to touch the one part of me that desperately wanted it the most. I wanted to stay within the fantasy, to live those first moments for as long as I could. In my own mind, I could see his face, watch his eyes as he parted my thighs and slid between them.  It was that amazing moment when two people join together and for that single moment, the world stops.

In reality, it was my own soft, eager fingers that spread my desire dampened lips and slipped inside, moving in such a way that though I was alone, I instinctively bit down on my lip to quiet the sounds that were escaping. Somehow I knew that when that moment came, it wouldn't be soft and sweet or even hard and fast, it would somehow be inexplicably us. It would be our moment and now, here in the fantasy, that it had arrived, there was no stopping it.

My fingers took on a life of their own, relentlessly pushing me onward as my heart raced and his name flowed past my lips, not smooth and steady but caught up on each whimpering gasp. I could no more stop that than stop my desires to run my fingers over his body, memorizing it with my touch. We had said that we will be whatever we will be but the promise was there and it was on that promise I fell over that mystical edge. It wasn't sweet or delicate like they portray in the story books. It was hard and fast and left me gasping for air as my body shuddered. It was delicious, sweet relief and it rocked my entire body.

After..after the room stopped spinning and I was able to form coherent thought again, I pulled the covers closer around me and snuggled down against the pillows, already looking forward to the following morning when I would see him again. After years of being careful, maybe it was time for this girl to add a bit of adventure to her life.

Happy Valentine's to all of the lovers out there, no matter what form that takes. Life is nothing without love and no matter the form that comes in, it is something to be cherished and nurtured. Let love define you, not anyone or anything else. Let love guide your paths through life. Be good to one another. Be good to yourself. You are your most important lover. You are the caretaker of a beautiful soul. Never forget to love yourself. The rest will fall into line when it's time...and to one of my favorite valentines (for all the world is my valentine since everyone needs love), thank you for already loving me and for bringing me smiles and laughter. I look forward to our adventure, no matter which path it might take.

Story Time: After Hours

Reaching over, she pressed the keys that would start the shutdown process on her computer. It had been a busy day at the office and she was more than ready to shut everything down and go home. She had made very simple plans for the evening. She was going to go home, put on her pajamas, warm up some of the leftover pasta she had made the night before, curl up on the couch and watch a movie. Yep, she had big plans alright and she was more than ready to get to them.

Standing up, she stretched and headed for the closet where she'd hung her jacket this morning. That's when she noticed that his office light was still on. She grumbled to herself as she opened the door and let herself into his office. He always seemed to be forgetting to turn something off and expected her to handle it for him. She was just reaching for the light switch when her eyes landed on his desk. Merciful heavens, it was a mess. How that man was going to find anything the next morning was beyond her.

Quickly, she walked over to the desk, the sound of her heels muffled in the thick carpet. Shaking her head, she efficiently tidied his desk. She had no idea that her skirt was riding up the backs of her thighs as she bent over to fetch that last pencil which had somehow wedged itself back where the desk met the wall. She had no idea that as she was straightening and organizing, he had come in behind her and stood there silently watching.

She had no idea until she felt his hands rest on her hips. Gasping, she turned in his arms, sighing with relief when she saw who it was. They had worked together long enough that she knew she had nothing to fear when it came to him. That was, until she looked up into his eyes and saw that for the first time ever, they weren't smiling down at her. They were serious, as serious as the strong hands gripping her hips. He still hadn't let go. He held her trapped between him and the edge of the desk.

She squirmed a bit, unsure of what she should do. She'd been attracted to him for months but never in that time had he shown any interest in her. He had always been entirely professional, much to her frequent chagrin and annoyance. This could be her chance, but was she brave enough to do what she'd wanted to do for ages? If she tried and it worked, it could be amazing. If she tried and he rejected her, she'd be looking for a new job in the morning instead of coming back to one that she loved.

She looked up at him again, noticing how his eyes seemed to be devouring her. Still unsure she broke eye contact, leaning back against the desk, unaware that her breathing had grown ragged or that the way she stood had caused her shirt to pull tight across her chest. He noticed though. He was like a dog trained for hunting. He could practically smell her excitement and it in turn excited him. He had been watching her for months, hoping that the right opportunity would come along and it seemed it had.

Gently, so as to not startle her, he lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers. Neither one of them were prepared for the jolt that they both felt. Startled, they  pulled away from each other. Her eyes were large as they looked up into his and of its own accord, her hand came up to rest against the white of his shirt. She could feel his heart beating against her fingers. She smiled shyly up at him, her hand sliding from his chest up to his shoulder as she raised herself up on her toes to press her lips against his again.

When they both came up for air, they were both breathing heavily. In one smooth movement, he again placed his hands on her hips but this time, he lifted her up so that she was sitting on the edge of his desk.  Her skirt rode up but after that kiss, she no longer cared. Somehow she just knew that this wasn't going to stop with a few kisses.

Drawing her close to him, he hungrily kissed her again. His hands slid up and released her long hair from the clip that she had used to keep it out of her face as she worked.  The soft strands fell down into long spiraling curls that wrapped around his fingers as he buried them again in her hair.  He broke the kiss, but only long enough to work his way to the softness of her throat.  Once there, his lips nibbled as his tongue teased against her pulse points. Soon, she was panting, her hands clutching the edge of the desk.

Stepping back, he looked down at her. She was so beautiful, her long hair cascading down her back. He knew that they were both at a point where he could have her right there on the desk, but he wanted more. He wanted her upstairs in his bed. Reaching out, he took her hand into his and led her out of the office to the private elevator that he used to access his apartment.

The doors slid closed behind them with a gentle whoosh. The second they closed, he pressed her close to the elevator wall and took her in his arms. His mouth hungrily devoured hers or it would have if she hadn't been kissing him back just as eagerly. His hands moved down, tugging her blouse from the skirt that she wore. Too soon the doors opened and with a low curse, he led her into his private domain.

By now, they were both tugging at the other's clothes and then at their own. Their progress down the hall was marked by a trail of clothing, both his and hers. He considered taking her to his bedroom but realized that it was too far away. They would just never make it. Instead, he led her into the office that he kept up here in the apartment. Once again, he lifted her up onto the edge of a desk, his mouth feasting on hers. 

Stepping back only long enough to rid himself of his dress slacks, he looked at her. She was leaned back over the desk, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to regain some control of her body. She was dressed only in a lacy black bra, matching panties and garters that led to smooth silk stockings that encased her legs. It took all he had in him not to step back over and ravage her beautiful body, but he resisted. Instead, he stepped in front of her and ran his hand up one stocking clad leg and then the other. He felt her shudder as the soft fabric carried the heat of his hand to her bare skin underneath.

She started to rise, but with his free hand, he pressed her back against the desk. He wanted to see her creamy skin against the dark polish of the wood. He wanted to see her  here like this like he had dreamed about for so many nights.  He ran his hand down over her bare skin, smiling as he felt the answering tremble deep inside of her. She had thought about this too. Somehow he knew that she had. Sliding his hand down, he brushed it over her panties. They were black, just like her bra and he loved how they stood out against her skin. She might dress demurely during the day but now that he knew what she wore under those clothes, he would never be able to look at her simple blouses the same way again. He would always remember what was beneath them.

Bending over, he pressed his lips to the space between her breasts before dragging his tongue down. He worshipped her bare skin with his mouth, one hand reaching up to take her wrists in his hand.  Standing again, he pressed a soft kiss to the inside of each wrist, her shudder being mimicked in his body as he felt the way that her pulse raced against his lips.

He knew that they had moved fast, but looking down at her trembling body, he knew that they were both at a crossroads. They could continue this or they could both walk away. Once this was done, there would be no turning back. He slowly released her and stood silently, his hands caressing the tops of her thighs until his silence caused her to look up at him.  He didn't have to ask. Without a word, she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in tight against her. She reached down and picked up one of his hands, bringing it to her soft lips and almost tenderly, she pressed a kiss to each of his fingertips before laying back once again on the desk.

Smiling down, he reached forward to trail just his fingertips down her neck before caressing down over her shoulders. Slowly, lingeringly, they brushed down her arm until he reached her soft hand. This he brought to his own mouth, nibbling and sucking gently on each finger before slowly releasing it and repeating the process down over her other arm and hand. He watched as her breath quickened. Her eyes were locked onto his. Together they were weaving a slow spell of seduction, a change from the desperate speed of just moments before.

Leaning forward again, he pressed a series of soft kisses along her shoulders, only pausing to slowly push the straps of her bra down over her arms, not removing it, but merely revealing the soft skin that the straps had hidden from his mouth. His mouth was firm and yet so soft and warm against her bare skin. As he worked his way over her shoulder and to the top of her chest, she sighed in delight. Her hands came up to caress over the tops of his shoulders. His body was so unlike hers. Where hers was soft, his was hard. Yet, his skin was silky smooth and she delighted in touching him while his lips worked across the top of her chest, slowly pressing her bra further down.

Slowly, her upper body was fully revealed to him and he groaned as his lips finally found one nipple and then the other. He could feel her pulse start to race again but he continued his slow progress over her body. As badly as he had wanted her before, now he wanted to just make this last. His hands and mouth worked their way down her body, tasting and nibbling and pressing lingering kisses. It may have been minutes or it may have been hours, time was lost to them as they explored each other. As he reached the top of her legs, he stood again and she raised herself up so that she could run her hands down the smoothness of his chest. 

Gathering her close, he kissed her with all of the built up hunger that they had grown between them.

Though their lips and tongues were caught up in each other, he felt the sweet moan leave her mouth and enter his. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her from the desk and carried her to the long leather sofa that took up one wall of the office. The leather felt cool against her heated skin and she shivered despite being on fire inside.

He knelt between her legs and pressed a soft kiss, first to her belly and then down to her inner thigh. He could smell her desire and it made him groan out loud. Taking the top of her lacy panties, he guided them down her legs to fall on the floor beside them.  Once again, he slid his hands up her stocking covered legs, groaning at their smoothness as he raised himself up again. His eyes met hers as he slid between her legs. Without a word, she wrapped her legs around his hips, guiding him closer.  They both groaned as his hard cock slowly pressed between the lips of her sex. Suddenly neither of them had any patience for the games that they had been playing. Their bodies were hungry for each other and with a low growl, he plunged deep inside her.

His hands came down to brace on either side of her head and her soft hands wrapped around his wrists, providing them both support as their bodies moved in frantic desire. This was no longer sweet, no longer tender. It was animalistic. It was primal. It was two beings desperate in the urge to mate. His cock plunged in and out at a frantic pace, her legs wrapped tight around him urging him harder and deeper inside. Together they raced to that mythical edge where the entire world stops and when the explosion came, silence suddenly reigned within the room quickly to be replaced by the ragged breathing of two people who had just seen the sun, the stars and the universe in all their glory.

Slowly she opened eyes that she hadn't been aware had been closed. Lifting a trembling hand, she brushed a curl of his dark hair back off his forehead. Capturing her wrist in his hand, he brought it again to his lips, this time to press a tender kiss to the soft inner skin before wrapping her in his arms and snuggling down on the couch with her. Neither quite knew what would happen tomorrow, but for tonight, there was more work to do....

Story Time: Alone

It'd been yet another in a string of long days and as she stepped into the house, her only thought was, "Now what? Another night alone? I'm not sure I can do this."

Stepping into her bedroom, she slowly stripped down until she was wearing nothing more than her bra and panties. She'd bought them with someone in mind and glancing down, it was his face, his body that sprang to the front of her brain. For a moment, her eyes were sad, remembering how they'd gone from an amazing time together to barely speaking in such a short time. Not a day had gone by without her thinking about how it had felt to have her hand tucked into his or to have his hands touching her. They had been so good together and now that they had been separated, those memories were all she had.

She curled up on the bed, closing her eyes. She had done this so often lately. She had curled up on her bed, tears streaming down her face as she remembered their time together and how almost immediately after, he had pulled back. Today, however, was different. Today, she only wanted to remember the feel of his hands and the sound of his voice. Before they'd ever come together in person, they had spent weeks winding each other up and listening to the sounds that they both made together. It was in this dreamland that she found herself caught as she laid on the bed, the wind from outside her window caressing across her near naked body.

Her hands wandered of their own accord as she thought back over the times they had shared together on the phone. In her mind, she could see him there, lying on the couch like he had so many times. She could see his hand wandering over his own body. A soft whimper escaped her lips as her memories merged and she remembered the feeling of his lips on her breasts, teasing and sucking her nipples. She could feel his hair beneath her fingers as she buried her hands in its depths.

A single tear rolled down her cheek as her own hand slid down between her legs, separating the smooth lips below. In her head, she heard his moans as he slid inside of her. Her back arched and her legs parted as she slid her soft fingers over her sex. In her mind, it was him. It was his body pressed up against hers and his manhood sliding deep inside of her. She could hear his voice as her body moved beneath her hands. In what seemed like mere moments, she was lost in the fantasy. Her bedroom, her bed, none of it existed. In her mind, she only saw him and the places that they had been together. In his arms, she had found heaven and it was that feeling that she desperately drove herself towards again.

Her fingers dipped down, rubbing and pressing against her clit as her soft moans filled the air. She could feel him, the weight of his body pressed against hers as he teased her. He had slid deep inside and sat there, waiting, staring down into her desire glazed eyes. It felt as real now as when it had happened then. Her hips rose of their own accord, wanting more than just the teasing of her fingers. Her body craved his and still lost in the dream, her fingers slid further down until her body was impaled upon them.

This is what he had done to her. He had impaled her body with his own, joining them together. In that moment, time had stilled and something had shifted inside of her. A bond had been forged and a piece of her would always belong to him. It was that piece that now called out for him, his name whispered frantically like the beat of a tribal drum. It was that piece that kept her buried in the fantasy as her body trembled and shuddered beneath her own hands. It was that piece that flung her over the edge of the dark abyss, leaving her body lying broken and shattered as her heart beat frantically within the confines of her chest. It was that piece, temporarily sated that pulled her down into sleep where the rest of her could start to heal. 

Story Time: Rain Part 3

He let her drift, knowing that soon her body would have to adjust back to being in its own time zone. He hated to see her leave. In the short time that she had been there, he had gotten used to having her nearby. He sighed softly and pulled her closer to him, the frown on his face shifting to a grin as she grumbled softly about being moved just when she'd gotten comfy. If he didn't want her to rest, he'd have swatted her ass but instead, he wrapped himself around her and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her head.

He hadn't meant to drift off himself, but he had. The soft sound of rain hitting the roof of the tent woke him. He had hoped this might happen. Quite often it did this time of year. He wanted to share this first with her.  She was still asleep and he knew that if he woke her abruptly, she would be cranky so he decided to ease her back into consciousness in a way they would both enjoy.

Easing out from behind her, he gently rolled her on her back. With just his fingertips, he gently caressed first her cheek, then her neck and then down over her chest. She sighed in her sleep and turned towards him instinctively. Even in her dreams, he was the one she turned to.

Leaning over, he brushed his lips across her bare shoulder. Her skin was soft beneath his lips and he lingered there, inhaling her scent before working his way down her arm. With his hand, her tenderly stroked her back, slowly waking her body from its slumber. She murmured softly, trying to snuggle in closer to him. It made him smile as he ran the palm of his hand down her back until it came to rest on the very spot he had considered swatting earlier. He still didn't swat it, but instead rubbed it with his hand, using the gentle pressure to press her hips up against him.

With his mouth, he nibbled and kissed his way along her jaw line until he found her lips, warm and soft and ready for him. She wasn't quite awake yet but already her body was responding to his touch.  As she shifted from dreams to reality, his hands again pulled her close to him. He knew the moment she awoke, her body pressed against his. Her body came alive. Her hands caressed over him and her mouth went from sleepy soft to sexy and needy. Just that fast, she was ready for him. Her responsiveness was something he would never complain over.

Chuckling, he took her sweet face in his hands and kissed her tenderly.

"No, my pet. Not here. Come with me."

He stood and led her out of the tent. She gasped as the cool rain first struck her warm skin. Then, with eyes filled with wonder, she looked up at him. He bent his head, kissing her, his hands gliding over her now rain dampened skin.  He pulled her close to him, teasing her with his arousal before releasing her and leading her again to the table. Once there, he instructed her to sit on the top with her feet resting on the bench.

Eager to please him, she climbed onto the table and turned again to face him. She moaned as he came to stand before her, lowering his head to taste the rain as it ran down her chest. When he kissed her again, she poured all of her desire and needs into that one kiss. Her hands glided over his rain slicked chest and down to his hips. As they pulled apart again, their ragged breathing gave testament to their need.

Looking in his eyes, she slid one soft hand down to wrap around him. Once again, his eyes locked onto hers and in hers he read her need to please him, to make this moment last for as long as they had. He kissed her again before having her change places with him. As soon as he was settled, he wrapped his hand in her long hair and guided her to kneel on the bench in front of him.

She smiled up at him, a sweet smile that lit up her face before she pressed a soft kiss to his chest. Her lips lingered just over his heart for a moment, a symbolic gesture that wasn't lost on him. He ran his free hand over her cheek and she pressed against it for a moment before shifting so that she could lower her head.

Her cheek rubbed up against his thigh and he spread his legs for her.  She watched him as she reached out and ran her fingers along his length. She felt the quick intake of breath and the subtle shudder that ran through his body. Pressing one last kiss to his thigh, she tilted her head to trace her tongue along where her fingers had just been. She ran her tongue along, purring as the taste of the rain blended with his unique flavor. While she loved teasing him like this, soon it wasn't enough for either of them. He pulled her head back, using the hand he had wrapped in her hair. He didn't speak, just looked at her.

When she lowered her head again, she wrapped her soft lips around him, slowly lowering her mouth until her lips brushed against her hand where it held him at the base. Moaning softly, the rain leaving its slick paths down their bodies, she made love to him in the most intimate way she knew how. This wasn't something she had given to many and she gave it to him with everything she had. Her soft mouth moved against his hard cock. Her tongue danced against the underside just like his had danced against her clit hours before. His moans, rising above the sound of the rain, were music to her ears. She wanted to give him more. She wanted to give him everything.

When he could take no more, he pulled her to her feet. He kissed her hungrily, pulling her body hard up against his. He moved from the table, only long enough to have her stretch out on it. He used his hands and his mouth to bring her to the same desperate edge that he was balanced upon. Then, when neither of them could stand another minute of torment, he entered her. No, he didn't just enter her. He plunged deep inside of her. Their moans were lost on the wind, but their eyes were locked on each other. Desperation drove them both. This wasn't love making. This was primal. This was two people, desperate to find release in the other, desperate for one another.

Her fingers clutched at him, her legs wrapped around his hips. With his mouth he alternated between whispering desperate words of longing and kissing her with all the passion they had shared. They were frantic and when the moment came, their worlds shattered. He held her close, pouring more than just his seed into her. He poured his devotion into her and held her as her silent tears melded with the rain.