She's Thunderstorms

Ten minutes later. First floor. Exactly 23 steps up the stairs. One key to open the door. Two people stepped inside. One hand closed the door. Four hands found what they were looking for. Two tongues dancing. Two hours ago, all they wanted was a shower, cold water and sleep. Now they were eager to quench an altogether different kind of thirst.

It was her who pushed him forward, blindly dancing on her toes to kiss his neck and chest. His hands entangled in her hair, stumbling backwards involuntarily. Impatient as always, she attempted to lift the singlet over his head. When his back connected with the kitchen table, he knew it was time to switch gears.

Moving swiftly and elegantly, he prevented her from continuing her conquest. Firmly gripping her waist, he changed directions and had her pressed against the furniture. Her protests were silenced by a kiss.

In such a hurry, are we now? Silly girl!

She shrugged. I've been called MUCH worse.

He stepped in closer.

So, what are you planning on doing with me?

If you're a good girl, maybe you'll find out.

Damn, lucky me, I'm usually so good.

They shared a smile, both their hearts racing.

He leaned in, his whole body against hers, her breasts pressing into his chest. Through the thin cotton he could feel her nipples and heat radiating. Dipping his head, he nuzzled his lips over one corner of her mouth. She rocked against him and heard him suck in a breath, reaching for the hem of his singlet, tugged and brought him in closer still.

I hope you didn't start something you can't finish, honey.

I always finish.

Shivers ran up and down her spine, heat pooling and pressure building. No more talking.

He kissed her. Slow, but hard. But the fever quickly took him over and he couldn't hold back. His right hand shot to her butt and lifted her onto the wooden surface that was their dining table, left hand grabbing her hip. Her surprised gasp and wide eyes only stoked the fire and he couldn't help but smile. Now he had her exactly where he wanted her, at exactly the right height. Never breaking their passionate kiss, his left hand closed around the back of her neck. When she felt his right hand travel under her skirt, her breath shuttered and she quivered in anticipation.

First one, then two fingers plunged into the heat he ached to feast upon, and her breath exploded. A hard, rough shock of pleasure rippled through her and emptied her mind. Velvet...she felt like hot velvet. He thought his legs might give way as she rocked against his hand, gripping his shoulders for balance, gathering the folds of his shirt and bunching them tight between her fingers.

You feel amazing

He swiped his tongue over her bottom lip, slipped in a third finger, curving higher. She panted into his mouth, and his blood pounded at the pleasure that raced over her face. Just a little faster, a little more pressure, and he'd have pushed her over the edge. But there would be a time for faster, deeper. He wouldn't let her get what she wanted just yet.

Aww, sweetie, you wanna cum so badly, don't you?

Just a whisper, hot breath against the sensitive skin on her neck.

Suddenly and without warning, his hand disappeared from between her legs, earning him a frustrated groan from her swollen lips. He put his fingers in her mouth; she loved the taste and for a second forgot the demanding pulsing inside of her as she licked his hand clean.

Hot and wet as her mouth was, he couldn't wait hike up her skirt and bury himself inside of her.

Entangling his left hand in her hair and pressing his groin against her stomach, he caught the scent of her hair. It smelled like heaven. Heady and sweet, intoxicating, it went right to his head like whiskey. As she arched her neck, his now clean fingers slid along her neck. Underneath his lips, her pulse vibrated against his skin. She shivered as he licked her earlobe and the most sensitive spot underneath. Nibbling and biting, he distracted her enough she wouldn't notice him placing his hands strategically. With sudden force, he pulled her towards him, making her lose balance and fall backwards.

He was quick though, having played it all out in his head. Catching her, one hand on her head and one on her back, he made sure she didn't hurt herself and gently lay her down on the cold surface. After a hearing her surprised gasp, she couldn't help but laugh at his worried face, second guessing his bold move for a moment.

Smiling, she trailed her fingers through the front of his damp hair and held onto his head as he started shuffling up her skirt, kissing up her body in the process. Straps having slid down her narrow shoulders, it was easy for him to ruffle up the fabric right around her waist, exposing her juicy tits as well as glistening and oh so needy pussy. Both hands busied themselves with teasing and twisting her nipples, as he just barely tickled her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue. Overwhelmed by sensations, her moans filled the room. Squirming and quivering, she lay in front of him, losing her mind under his sweet torture.

Baby, you're so wet, look at you! Can you do something for me?

Sucking on his thumb as she pressed her cheek into the hand holding the side of her face, all she could do was nod, eyes glistening and glassy.

Put your hands above your head, and don't move. Not an inch. Can you do that for me?

His good girl did as she was told, thighs resting on the table, feet not even close to touching the ground -- holding perfectly still. He took a step backwards, both to enjoy the view and to slip out of his singlet. She had hoped to be able to take off his jeans herself, but was delighted to see he had something else in mind.

Slowly, making sure she could see what he was doing, he freed his hard cock from the fabric keeping it in check. Yet, he didn't take his pants off completely, just lazily pulled them down far enough.

That's my good girl, well done. Let's see, where were we?

Suddenly, he was so close again, hands resting on her thighs, stiff cock rubbing her pussy lips and clit, excruciatingly slowly, taking his time. All she wanted was to move closer to him, use her hands to guide him in and in and in. When his thumb started to lazily circle her clit, she was close to losing her mind.

Unable to take it much longer, her frustration didn't escape his attention. It gave him devilish satisfaction.

What is it, honey? What do you want? You'll have to tell me. What do you need me to do?

He never stopped massaging her clit, getting all wet from her juices, and giving a coherent answer took all her will power. A moaning mess under him, dry mouth and pressure building up in her stomach, she swallowed hard.

Suddenly, he stopped yet again.

I'm sorry, I didn't hear that? You want me to stop? What is it, baby?

Finally, she'd had enough.

Hnnnnngn, baby, please fuck me already.

Oh, you want it bad, don't you? How do you want it?

His warm hands rested on her stomach and thigh, pressure and closeness, but no release.

Hard baby, please! Hard and deep and now!

Without a moment's hesitation, he slammed inside of her in one swift, flowing movement. The force pushed her up a little bit, a loud moan escaping her chest. He withdrew again, slowly, pulling out almost completely, before forcefully entering her again, the sound of skin against skin mixing with her whimpers of pleasure. Pushing deep inside of her, hard, he could feel her scorching heat wrapping around him, a delicious sensation that forced a guttural moan from his throat. Grabbing her hips, he pushed her onto himself, going as deep as possible. Stopping there for a torturous moment, he felt her body vibrate around him.

Ahhh, that's it, so deep and tight. I know you want me to go faster, don't you baby? Hmm, I will if you ask me nicely. Do you want me to fuck you really hard and fast and deep? How badly do you want that?

Her response was a whimpered yes, please, take me, right now.

This time he was out of patience. No more games -- Fast. God, yeah, he wanted fast. Make her scream and beg.

With a moan he pulled out slowly, and then lost his mind. Roughly grabbing her legs, he threw them both over his left shoulder as she pushed down on him, her ass just on the edge of the table. With enthusiasm, holding onto her thighs, he started pounding into her, table scraping over the floor, her whole body in motion, titts wiggling even though she was grabbing them hard, and hair tangling as she threw her head side to side, half screaming, half moaning in pleasure. His slaps on her ass left peachy red blossoms of circulation.

When she came, her shoulders slightly lifted off the surface before her back arched, gasping for air, head falling backwards and to the side, breath shaking as much as her legs, toes curling juices flowing.

All it took was feeling her clench down on this cock deep inside of her. He came with a groan, emptying himself inside of her, standing on his toes and pushing in hard one last time.

When Willis Carrier invented air conditioning in 1901, all he wanted was to make hot summers less hot. Little did he know, there are worse things than a little heat.

Outside, the heavens had opened up, and heavy rain provided all the release they had been craving all day.