Summer Rain

It was hot, muggy, bordering on outright unbearable. The kind of weather that really only means a few things… Looking across the table at my sexy Latin lover, I knew just exactly which one he was thinking about.

Leaning forward just a bit, I knew how much he loved the swell of my full breasts beneath my sweat-dampened shirt. It’s always fun pretending to notice when he isn’t looking, letting him think that I don’t already know what’s coming next… letting him think that it’s all his idea and not just the next step in my plans.

Lifting my eyes seductively, just barely peeking out from beneath my eyelashes, I watched as his eyes filled with lust then with a primal need so deep it tightened every muscle of my body in anticipation. God damn, that man can do anything he wants to me when he gets that look… I’ve never seen something so sexy in all my lifetime. The passion that flows off of his skin makes the air shimmer, my skin tingle, and my mind race with every possible imagined action we might take together.

Sipping my margarita softly from my straw, I decided it was time. It didn’t take long with him. The way he plays my body like a well oiled machine makes me desperate to have him, rather than intent on playing my normal games. Swallowing hard I managed to breathily whisper, “Hey baby, it’s starting to rain… wanna…” before his lips were pressed hard enough against mine to bruise.

Lifting me off my chair, those strong muscular arms holding me by my trembling ass, I barely notice that I dropped my glass. Some small part of me had to chuckle, knowing that I’d be punished for the alcohol abuse just as much as I would for the teasing looks and gestures. But he only offers the best kind of punishment. I could feel him walking, but like always, I was losing myself to the passion we created. 

Our breathing quickened, matching pace with each other, with the beating of our hearts, and the throbbing in all of our most sensitive places. Somehow he managed to keep focused enough to walk us outside into that sweet summer rain we both love so much. The feel of the water washing over our faces, teasing my lips with that cool wet sensation mingling with the fiery heat of our kisses. There’s nothing quite like fucking in the cool summer rain… I’m just glad he feels the same way.

Biting, nibbling, sucking, probing, our teeth and tongues and lips dancing and fighting for control. Not one man has ever been able to keep pace with me, no one except my fine Spanish man. I could feel the primal needs growing, the deep rumbling growl as it started to escape my lips. That one sound was all it took for him to lose himself completely to the moment. Crushing my body to his, hard enough to take my breath away, I could feel all the tension melting from my muscles in preparation for this prophetic moment.

His lips broke from mine, allowing me just a moment to catch my breath before I could feel his teeth grazing my skin, teasing, making me wait and tense, getting ready to feel him bite down hard. Alternating nips, kisses and lengthy licks along my neck made me whimper, damn near begging for him to finish what he started. The first whimper broke free, his clue to bite with a nearly brutal force. 

“Fuuuuuuck… God damn baby… took you long enough…” 

His eyes lit up with a mischievous spark that meant I was in for one hell of a ride. Setting me down on the picnic table in the back yard, he worked his way down my torso, ripping the buttons off of my top with his teeth. The shivering started low in my gut, like it always did with him, working its way up making my every inch tingle with anticipation. I knew where this was going, he’s got an oral fixation that rivals my own… and good god DAMN you couldn’t pay me enough to tell him to stop. 

He didn’t even bother to take my skirt off, just pulled my panties off and tossed them to the ground. Not even speaking a word to me, he attacked my quivering pussy with vigor. His tongue dancing and doing tricks that I don’t even think an acrobat would attempt, it never takes long for him to bring me over that rigid edge of ecstasy. My whole body shaking hard enough to rock the table, he just keeps on licking… holding my legs tightly down so I can’t even try to wriggle away.

“Fuck. God. FUCK. Jesus! God DAMN. FUUUUUUCK…”

The more I scream, whimper, whine, wriggle, and try to break free the harder and more forceful he becomes. I’m convinced, as always, that he’s trying to drive me absolutely mad… forcing orgasm after orgasm but never once putting even one single finger deep within me. Fulfilling me, yet refusing to fill me the way that I so desperately NEED him to.

“Baby… please… please… PLEASE…” I almost unintelligibly scream. “Please fuck me. Please. I can’t TAKE this anymore. PLEASE just fuck me. God DAMN.” Panting, breathing harder than I knew was possible, I tried like hell to make and maintain eye contact so he could see just how serious I was… but as soon as I looked into his eyes, he forced his long, thick finger deep inside me, flicking my every button with the expertise of a professional musician. 

Within seconds my eyes rolled back into my head, and out broke the deepest, throatiest, most desperate scream I’ve ever uttered. My whole body shook with the pleasure, the unexpected pain, the smell of the rain and the feel of the table against my bare bottom. He let the pressure on my legs up just long enough for me to launch myself, his finger still inside me, into his chest – letting my teeth bite deeply into his skin, my nails raking along his thick back. I couldn’t help myself, I needed to be fucked, and I was ready to fuck whatever body part I could find on him. 

Pumping myself up and down on his finger, my teeth and lips and tongue trailing marks of passion and pain all over his handsome, permanently tanned skin. Little red welts breaking out where ever I touched him, marks of the pure passion he inspires within me. His little whimpers, gasps, and low shouts encourage me more and more, knowing he’s about to break out into Spanish makes me work harder on his finger and to bring more of those ungodly sexy sounds.

I never understood what he said, but good god damn it didn’t matter. It was sex. That sound, knowing that he’s so far gone that he can’t even think beyond base instinct, drives me absolutely insane. Mustering up the strength to control myself, if only for a minute, I break free of his hand, forcing him down onto the soft wet ground. Tearing at his skin, fighting with his belt, zipper and button, I become ever more intent on feeling his cock buried to the hilt deep within my waiting sheath. 

He’s harder than a rock when I finally manage to break him free of his fabric confines, his dick bouncing to life with a force unmatched. I want to tease him, to play, to make him feel as good as he ALWAYS makes me feel, but I just can’t. I need to feel him. I need to fuck him. I need this more than I need air to breath or water to drink. I NEED him inside of me.

Looking up from his waist line where I was licking softly, nibbling gently, then biting and sucking harder than hell to contrast it all I could see his desire for me to suck him. I know how much he loves my mouth, the things that I can do that no one else can. How I can take him so deep within my mouth, my throat, that all he can do is whisper one sexy, “Aye…”

But I just CAN’T right now. I need this. Badly. So very badly. God damn, I hate feeling this selfish, I mean, it isn’t just him that gets off on the feeling of his head pounding the back of my throat… but more foreplay really might just kill me. It really might! But, because I’m already so close, and he’s so very hard, I close my mouth around his head, pushing down with an unexpected speed, filling my throat with the hot flesh that is my lover. 

Pumping up and down inside my mouth a few times, the saliva dripping out of my mouth while my wet pussy drips onto the ground, I can feel his body contract. Not willing to have him cum, not yet, I stopped short, biting my way back up the tender flesh of his stomach, chest, neck and ears. Those ears, they make him putty in my hands, make him throb harder to life, make him as desperate as he makes me. 

Slipping one leg around each of his hips, I start to slowly rotate my wet core around his throbbingly hard dick. Slipping just the head inside, keeping all my wits about me so that I don’t rush this. The feeling of him and I finally becoming one is one that needs to be cherished, every time, and never rushed. Although I could see him coming back to his senses the more I teased. The more I circled, but went no deeper, teasing the both of us to within an inch of our sanity, I could feel his hands creeping up my legs, and thighs, grabbing my hips his hands strong enough to leave marks behind.

Suddenly, without warning, I was on my back. The soft newly grown grass tickling my nether regions as he slammed himself home. Hard, fast, desperate, he was acting the way I felt. In a record short time I was screaming in pleasure again. Shaking, almost in tears from how absolutely amazing this all felt, how surreal the scene, the sensations compiling and compounding to a level no sane human can handle.

The look on his face was enough to tell that no matter how much his body wanted to let go, he wasn’t ready yet… and wasn’t going to be any time soon. It felt like hours passing, my body building and releasing over and over and over, shaking and racked with pleasures I wasn’t sure I could take. My throat went numb from the screams, my chest hurt from breathing so damned fast, I couldn’t even begin to imagine how he was feeling…

Just as suddenly as he started, he stopped. Staring at me, his eyes so full of lust, hunger, passion, pure NEED that I couldn’t NOT do it. I needed a break anyway, there’s only so much a girl can take, but when it feels that good, there’s also no way to build up the strength to say stop. Subspace is a place where nothing is real, nothing but feeling, and no is no longer an option. 

Finding the ability to move, just enough, I flipped over onto my stomach and took his still hard cock deep into my mouth. I loved how I tasted on his skin, the combination of my juices, his juices and our sweat was intoxicating in a way I’ll never be able to describe. Licking and sucking all my flavor off of him, I could feel him starting to shake. His breathing increasing once more as mine had been all day. Bringing one hand up to help, I slowed down just a touch. Grabbing onto his thickness I wanted him to help me out, show me exactly what he liked – just one more time. 

I took my other hand, grabbed one of his, and placed it on top of my hand that was encasing his cock. Moving his slowly up and down, he took the hint, and took control. Having him help me get him off was always like the ultimate aphrodisiac. I know that I know how to take care of him, but that simple knowledge that we could work TOGETHER to help him reach that point is just absolutely intense.

Our hands, intertwined, worked in unison with my mouth. Tickling and teasing his member with my tongue studs and lip ring were two of my most treasured activities – if only because his reactions were that much more intense. Faster, harder, we worked in time with his breathing and his heartbeat. Until finally, his scream broke free, his warm juices filling my mouth and dripping down my throat. Swallowing every last drop he had to offer, we collapsed onto each other, falling asleep in the cool summer rain cradled in each others arms.