Thunder rumbles and roars, a torrential downpour startles me from the deep slumber I was in. Rolling over, I see him, still sleeping, undisturbed by the storm outside. Sliding closer to him, he lightly stirs, wrapping his arms around me and pulling tight. The warmth of his breath on my ear, as he sighs and kisses my cheek.
"You okay, baby?" the sleepy voice whispers to me.
"Yeah, the storm just woke me up. I didn't mean to wake you, though." I whisper back.
"It's okay, I love the rain... it's peaceful, but so powerful too." He kisses my cheek again, and I respond by kissing his lips. He pulls me tight against his chest and continues in this unexpected locking of lips. As powerful as the storm, we quickly ignite into a passionate running of fingers across skin and lips pressed against each other.
"What's gotten into you, babe?" I ask surprised at his intensity.
"Just woke up feeling needy... is that okay?"
"Oh god yes... don't stop"
Pulling me onto his lap, he smacks my ass and begins to pull off my shirt. I help the rest of the way, feel my tits flop out onto his chest. I always worry that he'll find something to hate about my body, people have made comments before, but all I'm ever told by him is how "amazing" and "sexy" I am, even if I don't believe it.
Quickly, he grabs my tits and kisses over ever part of my chest, his beard scratches between my breasts but the feeling of his warm face and warmer kisses make up for it. I let out a soft moan as he makes his way up to my neck, gently biting and sucking. He presses my tits together and sucks on my nipples, as I feel him getting hard underneath me.
By now I'm already wet, but I love the slow and passionate pace we're going at. He returns to kissing up my neck and back to my lips before he whispers to me asking how I want it.