Thunder with Lightning

Lady in the street, but a freak in the bed. I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what all men wanted. Not a bad idea, I couldn’t help but thinking. And every woman has a little bit of freak, why else would we buy makeup, get our hair just so, and pick out lacy things to wear under our clothes.

It’s all part of feeling sexy, and knowing that if we were to get out of our clothes, at least we’d be something to look at. Falling in love doesn’t change that, you still want to know that your man can’t wait to get you out of your clothes and into bed- or the nearest most convenient surface.

Nothing like having a few buttons ripped in impatience to make you feel like you’re the best damn thing ever. Not that that’s happened a lot lately. I guess that’s part of it, things become complacent and you loose that ohmigod yes please I can’t wait need it now kind of urgency while enduring the sweetest torture. You forget what its like to spend just an hour on kissing and touching and teasing, much less the time that will follow that’s just making love.

But there comes this sense of need that replaces all that slow tenderness and that in itself can be one wild ride. I know exactly why I fell in love with him, he was the kindest sweetest silliest soul I’d ever encountered, and I couldn’t get enough of him. Falling in lust with him, well, that was easy too.

A good look in those lovely dark brown eyes and I was mush, much less his kisses that made me feel like I was drowning and didn’t want to come up for air, and the divine way it felt to be held in his arms. And, as I’ve said before, I’ll always thank the gods with a smile that the boy likes to walk around naked. As an old rap lyric goes, “brotha, wanna thank ya mother for a butt like that”.

Thunder rolls when he looks at me just so, and sometimes, there isn’t a storm, but other times, lightning follows the sound, just like it did this morning. I don’t know how it started, we both were getting ready for work, running around in as little as possible before actually having to get dressed and get on with the day. The same thing everyone goes through. But he had on music and he’s always doing something.

He was dancing around and grabbed me, and I couldn’t help but move with him. It turned into the sexiest little bump and grind and with his hands running up and down my back and resting on my bottom every now and again, I had chills. I’d forgotten that dancing was as much fun as you could have in your clothes, and I hadn’t really thought of how much just being that close to him turned me on. We fell into a sync where I could feel him getting hard as I moved in closer and lingered longer on rubbing against him. You could get lost in the feel of that, knowing that just dancing with you has left a man hard and wanting action.

And I’d be lying if I didn’t have to say that my nipples were already hard and begging for attention and I was already wet and willing from just that little bit of contact. “Yeah.” was all he had to say and I had his hand and was headed towards the bedroom, pausing to kiss him as we both stripped off what little we had on.

I love looking at him naked, especially when he’s aroused and ready and at attention. I didn’t do much looking as I was too concerned about getting what I’d felt grinding against me, inside of me. We didn’t break the kiss to fall into bed, and it’s became the most natural thing in the world for me to writhe under him just so and let him tease me with the tip of his cock.

He’ll tease like that for what seems like eons with me begging please, baby, don’t. Please, baby, don’t stop. Honestly, it’s a sweet kind of torture, him rubbing against me ever so barely and making me wish he’d go ahead and slip inside of me. He knows it too, I can tell from the look on his face when I whimper and plead, and the satisfied smile when he rams deep inside of me.

I seldom manage not to gasp when he does so, and then he’ll begin to toy with me, pulling almost completely out and in ever so shallowly, only to plunge deeply when I least expect it and make me moan and beg for more of his dick.

“What’s my name?”, he asked playfully, going back to an earlier conversation about me refusing to call him master.

“I don’t know.” I managed to say, too busy concentrating on the spasms he was causing in my nether regions and wanting to prolong the fun.

He withdrew and barely rubbed against me, and I moaned as his mouth went to one nipple and his fingers pinched the other. He bit and pinched at them for a few moments, making me moan and bringing me so close to cumming, and then he stopped, and again, “What’s my name?”

“M-master.” I said, lowly, sighing that he had stopped so short of letting me release.

“I can’t hear you.” he said with a smile, and went back to thrusting inside of me. He gave me a few minutes of nice hard strokes and then again stopped. “What’s my name?” He said it this time, his cock barely inside of me, and me writhing up to take it back in. “Master.” I said, a little louder, a little more frustrated.

And the teasing continued until I was almost screaming the word, lost in orgasms that started one after the other and only aware of begging for him to give it to me harder, and he was already pounding me so hard that things on the walls were shaking from the action on the bed.

All I could hear was his groans and grunts and my own shallow attempt at breathing and as he went harder and harder and faster I had what has to be on the top ten best orgasms of my life. Wonderfully, the other nine are courtesy of him as well. As it subsided, he pressed against me and slid in and and out slowly. I’m almost spent, he whispered, and I nodded.

“Then its time to get you on your back baby.” I had to smile and we separated only for the time it took to get him laid back against the pillows and let me get saddled up and ready to ride. As I’ve said before, sinking down on his cock is a thing of beauty in itself, it’s the one time I think I’m really aware that there are muscles inside of me there, and I can feel everyone of them shift to adjust to take him, and seeing that smile as my pussy closes around his dick, that makes it all the more worthwhile. It takes a moment to adjust, but only a moment, and I’ve fallen into a quick rhythm that I know brings me off again and again, and that just happens to work for him as well.

He moaned and groaned beneath me, and I met his lips for kisses, sucking on his tongue almost in rhythm to the way I was riding him. I couldn’t take much more and I knew it, it was driving me crazy, being on top of him and wanting to feel him cum.

I sped up and to my surprise felt the spasms that always meant another nice big orgasm was approaching and I wasn’t about to waste the good feelings I was getting from the cock buried inside of me, so I rode him harder and closed my eyes to enjoy how it felt.

I was gasping for breath when I felt him tense a little, and it was then that I felt the warmth spread inside of me even as my orgasm continued and I bucked a few more times to get the most out of the feeling. Even after the spasms subsided I couldn’t catch my breath, and it was reluctantly that I got from on top of him and cleaned us up, glancing at the clock.

We were going to be close on getting ready and getting to work on time, and it was entirely worth it. With a smile, I thought I’d name his cock Lightning, and have my own personal reason to smile when I said love is missing something if its all thunder and no lightning.

I went to work that day with a smile, and every time I bent a certain way I couldn’t help but think of him and the mornings frantic coupling. Nice, very very nice, I thought, but its about time to give him a good three or four hours of attention and drive us both crazy. And I’ll let you know how that goes.