The rain was pouring outside, the way it trickled down the window pane had always hypnotized Ellie. She lay on the cushions in her bay window, naked but for a dark purple, sheer chemise. She traced her fingers on the cold glass, following a lonesome rain drop, one of countless others, but that one she followed as a low rumble of thunder could be heard echo across the wooded valley below...
Approaching from behind, was her master, her love. Shirtless, still wearing his black dress uniform trousers. He took a swig from his whiskey bottle, his relaxed abdominal muscles rippled as he stretched, he then set it down on the dresser beside him. He came up as Ellie stood, still looking out of the windows. His lips instinctively came to her soft, pale shoulder. Kissing tenderly, he found his way to her neck, he traced his lips across her nape, brushing her luscious brown curls away with his chin, Slowly he lifted the straps of her chemise and let them slide off of her shoulders revealing her lush, curvy frame.
He lifted his hands and found her perfect hourglass hips. He ran them up her body to her sumptuous firm breasts. His fingers caught her nipples and the hint of a gasp escaped from her mouth. As if by her command from that gasp, he lightly drove his teeth into the curve of her neck. The moan she let out was seeped in pleasure, her mind was rolling. With one hand still massaging her breast, mindlessly tweaking her nipple with his fingertips, the other hand journeyed south and found her mound, the finest traces of hair, still present. His fingers probed lightly and found her wet folds awaiting his touch. He knew exactly where to go. Her fingers were running through his hair, her moans were now blatant, rivaling the thunder outside.
He picked her up and carried her to the walnut four poster across the room. Playfully he dropped her onto the plush mattress. She immediately longed for his touch once more between her legs, she filled the void with her own, feeling how wet she had gotten, surprised even her. Her back arched and she writhed, moaning. He loosed his belt and let his trousers and boxers fall, he stood in all his glory before her. She sat on the edge of the bed and without hesitation swallowed the length of his hard cock to the back of her throat and began working it in and out. Her tongue glistening the shaft with her saliva, she was making love with her mouth and he was revelling in every stroke.
His hips began to thrust, gently at first, building rhythm, she held on as much as she could, he grasps a fistful of her brown curls as he began to fuck her mouth.
