Rain

Let your love be like the misty rain, coming softly, but flooding the river.
- African Proverb.

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I woke up to one of those mornings when it rains so long and hard it felt like it was raining all over the world. I was happy it was Saturday and I didn't have to battle traffic in the deluge. I could luxuriate in bed and think about my husband. He was away on business and I just had to get through one more day before I could lock myself in his big, strong embrace.

I listened to the rain, tapping out the rhythm to a love song on the roof. A small hope of light, filtering through the skylight, created idyllic water patterns on my skin. I rolled onto Will's side of the bed. I could still feel his warmth. The essence of his scent still lingered on the pillow. I buried my face in the white cotton and inhaled deeply. My pussy twitched and became slightly moist at the memory of him and the way he loved me.

With my head still buried deep; one hand skimmed my body down to the wet folds of my sex. I caressed the insistent ache through the thin layer of silk lace until it was saturated in my desire for him.

I brought my fingers to my lips and tasted the nectar that drove him crazy. I moaned softly. I sat up and slipped my cami over my head. The cool air latched onto my dark nipples greedily. They puckered prettily. They were just begging to be pinched. God it felt so good. I cupped my breasts, loving the weight of them in my hands. I fell back onto the pillows and stretched my nipples to the point of pain, sweet, toe curling pain. I closed my eyes as pleasure washed over me.

My husband's musky cologne invaded my senses. I opened my eyes and saw him standing in the doorway with a predatory look in his eyes that made me afraid and yet very excited to be his prey.

"God you're so good to come home to," he said softly.

I flew off the bed and up into his arms, wrapping my slim legs around his trim waist. He held me close and spun me around. Then, we just stared at each other, our hearts so filled with love we could barely breathe.

I watched his head moving towards me and held my breath. His breath was warm and minty with a hint of chocolate. He had two addictions, chocolate, and me. This man was my everything. He made me believe in God and fairytales. He made me feel like a natural woman.

His lips were soft. He opened them and invited my tongue into his warmth. His wet mouth is the most delicious place I've ever been. It is my heaven. I buried my fingers in his hair as his tongue danced with mine. My eyes rolled back into my head. I wanted to devour him, to have him so close to me that I couldn't tell where he ended and I began.

I felt him pulling away from me and groaned in protest. He smiled and my heart skipped a few beats.

"I have a surprise for you," he said.

"You coming home early is the best surprise in the world," I said.

He kissed me again and it was a long time before he could explain.

"Get dressed, I have a surprise for you in the back yard."

"But it's raining," I pointed out.

"Some things are better when wet," he said giving me a firm slap on my backside.

I took my time getting dressed while he soaked up the sight of me from the doorway. Finally, he took my hand and led me out to the backyard. I gasped. He'd prepared a full picnic, inside a tent, with candles and soft music. It was so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes.

"When did you do all this?" I asked.

"I got in around six this morning. I wanted to celebrate this day in a special way. Do you remember what today is?" he asked.

I thought back to some of the special times we'd had over our five year marriage and ten year relationship. It wasn't the day we'd met or our anniversary. It wasn't the first time we'd professed our love for each other. I had no idea what it could be.

"No it's not the day we fell in love, but it's the day we finally trusted that love," he explained. "We'd both been hurt so badly in the past we were so afraid of what we had."

I smiled as the memory came back to me. "It was raining that day too. We'd broken up over something silly and then realized we couldn't live without each other."

He took my hand. " Finally, I was more afraid of living without you than living with you. My life changed after that."

"I love you," I whispered as the tears flowed. He took me into his arms. Neither of us cared that we were standing in the rain. In fact, it only heightened our passions. My white t-shirt was plastered to my body. He cupped a breast and it felt better nestled in his palm that it ever could in mine. My body responded to him in a way it never had with anyone else.

His hand slipped lower, under my skirt and into my wet panties. I cried out as his bold fingers caressed my clit.

"I want to taste you," he whispered. He lifted me up into his arms and carried me into the tent. There was champagne and strawberries but all he wanted was the nectar between my legs.

I felt his tongue, so self-assured about how to pleasure me. I grabbed his head and pushed him further into my warmth.

"Oh yes baby." His day old stubble felt delicious against my inner thighs as he kissed and licked my body into a frenzy as hypnotic as morning rain.