A Dark and Stormy Night

His blood pounds in his veins. He is no longer interested in soft gentle kisses. His hunger shows when he presses his lips to hers. He pulls her body to him, his strong hands moving down to mold the cheeks of her bottom. His head goes down to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucks the areola into his mouth, and sucks harder still until she is arching her back. He flicks his tongue across the nipple until it too is hard. He moves to the other breast as his body moves down, his mouth trailing kisses and wetness down her, his tongue dipping into her belly button and coming to rest against her sex.

He is hungry. He uses his thumbs to open her, buries his face in the wetness of her and groans his appreciation of her taste, the rumble of his voice vibrating through her. Her breathing increases as the tension in her body grows. She hears her voice as a long low moan that grows in intensity until she is almost screaming as loud as the thunder is exploding outside the windows of her bedroom.

Half on the bed and half off, he explores her, tastes her, pushes his tongue into her tenderness, and devours her. He slides his hands under her thighs and lifts her knees, holding her open while his mouth finds her nub of pleasure. He lifts her hips and pushes his face into her, strokes her with his tongue, and tastes her nectar, yet is unable to reach her depths.

He moves her legs over his shoulders as his hands rest on her stomach then go down between her legs to hold her open. He sucks on the hard nub, nibbles it with his lips as he holds her hips in place, when she moves beneath him. She feels his finger probing. His hand turns while one finger finds the interior bud no man has ever found before. She has never experienced this kind of arousal. She can feel the sensations as he stimulates her, sending thrills throughout her body. He knows exactly how to stimulate the bud until the shudders and moans began again, lasting longer than before. She feels the gush of her climax, the wetness bursting as tiny drops cover her thighs and hears a whispered, "Delicious."

He plays with her, flicks the nub with his tongue, brushes his teeth across the top of the nub, and buries his face in her, feeling the muscle contractions of her climax. She tries to move away from him as thunder overpowers her cries of pleasure and lightening flashes against her closed eyelids. Her whimpers are wordless sounds of distress at the constant stimulation as he takes her to another height and slows as he watches her face and hands thrashing.

Her hips move against his face, seeking more and moving away when another crashing climax sends shudders through her body. As she comes down from the height of her climax he is slowly pushing into her, rocking and pushing farther, feeling her lift her hips to accept him, deeper and deeper. The crash of thunder masks her moan of pleasure and his mouth on hers takes her words of pleasure for himself.

He rests a moment for her body to accept him and then pulls out until only the head of his shaft in resting inside her. He thrusts hard, again, and again while he lifts himself above her to watch her face as she gives herself to him. He changes the angle with shallow strokes and then slams into her, pulling a faint grunt from her, each time he bumps against her as his balls slap her. He is relentless, with his size he controls her, with his weight her overpowers her, with his endurance he gives her pleasure she has never known.

As the storm crashes around them, she climaxes. As the lightening flashes outside the window she screams her pleasure. She feels the tension in his body as his thrusts grow in intensity and depth. Her head moves from side to side as her climaxes came over and over.

And then she hears the roar of his laughter. He makes one last hard thrust into her as more thunder heralds his approaching climax. His shaft expands. His balls draw up. He jerks against her. His movements are no longer a steady rhythm. She feels the heat of his release while shudders go across his shoulders and down his back. His head jerks back with each spurt into her heat. Supporting his weight above her, his muscles burn from his exertions, but he will not move. He does not want to separate himself from her.

He can no longer support his weight above her. As the rain falls, he withdraws and holds her, soothes her and brushes his fingers down her arm. His fingers trail down the center of her body, across her sensitive flesh. She shudders, trembles, jerks through the mini-earthquake aftershocks and breathes deeply, her arm around his neck, fearing to let go and be left alone with the terror of the storm outside the window.

Some time later in the night, half-asleep, half-awake, she feels him stir. His hardness is against her, she pushes back against him in an unmistakable invitation. She feels a throb from him and pushes again.

His soft kisses on her shoulder turn into more searching kisses as he works his way to that magic spot below her ear, causing her skin to break out in chills. Feeling his breath in her ear, she shivers, moves her body onto her back and reaches for his hardness. Not listening to any other need, she rolls over and moves her body on top of his.

She raises her head and begins to plant kisses on his forehead, then his eyes. She feels the overnight growth of his beard rub against her cheek. Finding his lips, she treats him to the same probing kisses she experienced from him earlier. She sits up, astride his hips and uses her hands to explore his shoulders, the hardness of his chest and both small erect male nipples. Her teeth give each nipple a soft nip and her mouth works its way down to his hot soft belly.

When she uses her knees to separate his legs, she slips farther down, capturing his hardness between her breasts. His hands find their way to her head and she feels his fingers threading through her hair. She rubs her hands up and down his chest, and down to the stiff curls around his hardness. Moving farther down, she tastes the tip of his erection and feels him shudder.

With a very gentle touch, she put her hands around the length of him and slowly slides some of that hardness into her mouth. Her tongue works around the tip, feeling for a sensitive area on the underside of the tip. The slow motion of the up and down movements of her mouth causes him to groan. In the quiet of the room, after the storm, the sounds of her enjoying the taste of him, gives him a thrill. She uses one hand to form a cup to cradle his balls, giving them a gentle massage and feels the increased tension in his thighs pressed against her shoulders.

Her head moves up and down, taking him deep into her mouth. She lifts her head to swirl around and around the head of his shaft, before going back down, taking him deep into her mouth. She tastes him, enjoys him, and moves to the rhythm he sets as he lifts his hips to meet her mouth.

She slides up, lifts herself and slowly plants the entire length of his hardness inside her soft, wet warmth. As she moves, his hands go around her hips to show her the rhythm he wants. Learning what he wants, giving him what he needs, their intensity increases until he shifts his body, rolls both of them over without loosing contact and takes over. Using his strength, he moves both of them in a rhythm that allows the tension to grow. She feels the change of his pace as he twists and moves to find every sensitive spot that pleads for his stimulation.

Before she realizes it, her groans are announcing that his movements are creating a tension, which builds until she is moving her head from side to side and raising her hips to increase the penetration. With a sudden rigid arching of her back, she feels her own spasms holding him inside her. He slows, intensifying her climax, but does not stop the rhythm of deep and shallow thrusts, until there are more spasms and a gushing, warm, wetness that comes from her, followed by his own shuddering completion. Then there is silence as his weight settles on top of her, his mouth finds hers and he rests his head beside hers, while their breathing slows and their heartbeats calm.

He whispers in her ear, "It isn't supposed to begin this way, is it?"

"What isn't?" She asks, just barely able to say words that make sense, as his hands hold her face for his mouth.

"A courtship", he answers, easily, as he rolls to the side and gathers her into his arms, tucking her head in the curve of his shoulder. "I think I'm supposed to pursue you, take you to dinner, show you how interested I am, and then convince you to allow me to make love to you."

"Oh, well, yes", she answers and then chuckles. "I think that's how it's usually done."

"We left a few steps out, didn't we?"

Cate nods, not sure what she is supposed to do next.

"Sweetheart, are you as confused as I am?"

Cate starts to move away from Henry, but he holds her tighter. "No, please don't move, I'm enjoying this", he tells her, putting his hand up bring her head to his for a soft kiss, before allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder.

"Yes, I am confused, but not about where to find shelter on a dark and stormy night."

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