Rainy Night

Nothing but steam by the window. I never liked rainy season, not being able to see the sunset or watch the stars. Snuggling by the fireplace felt comforting, but there's no fireplace in this apartment. I sighed at the foggy glass, and went back to the kitchen counter. I was never that good a cook, but always found it fun. I'd usually be the only one eating, so there wasn't much trouble.

...A while ago, that is. I heard a sound coming from the doorstep. She's here. The person I've been living with for the past few weeks. After I lost my home, she was kind enough to let me live in her apartment. I love her very much.

"G'evening, hun!" I smiled. She answers with a handwave. She never really reciprocates smiles, or talks that much. But I know her better than anyone, she's actually a gentle heart.

"How was work, hun?"

"Terrible." - She uttered, as she threw her black jacket to the ground and walked to the bathroom. Her back was arched. She was tense.

"...Okay." - I said, as I picked up the jacket. "I'm making dinner, if you want to eat..."

"Sure." - Barely audible through the rain was the answer. She really was tense. I went to throw the jacket into the laundry basket. It was soaked. She forgot her umbrella again. I wish she'd take better care of herself, sometimes.

I finished cooking and set up plates for both of us. Waited a while, and out of the bathroom she came, going straight to the dinner table. I smiled at her again. Her bangs would usually cover her eyes, but her wet hair swept back now allowed me to see them. Such a vivid, violet color, it shone straight through my heart. The world would be brighter if she showed those more, I believe. It does make me feel privileged to be the only one who can glimpse them.

"Are you not eating?" - She interrupted my thoughts. "Oh, I was waiting for you to come, wanted to eat together with you."

"...Idiot." - She said as she grabbed a fork. I coulda sworn I saw a little smile on her face.

We finished eating. There wasn't much talk happening, but I was just happy to have her company. I went to wash the dishes, as she went to the bathroom again

"Good job." - I heard her - "Your food is worth standing this goddamn day day for."

I couldn't really care for the compliment, I was too worried about her. She's always gloomy, but I can't help but feel like trying to cheer her up. I opened my mouth to ask her what's wrong, but she was already out the kitchen before I could say anything.

I finished the dishes, and went to shower. The signs of the previous user were rather apparent. Cabinet wide open, underwear on the floor, and the shower glass nearly as steamy as the rainy window outside. She always takes such hot baths, it can't be good for her skin...

Once I was clean and dry, I went to pick up my clothes. I always left my next change of clothes ready by the shower door, but to my surprise, they weren't there. I coulda sworn I left them, but I must have missed it. I wrapped the towel on my waist, and went to grab some pjs from the bedroom closet.

She was right there on the bed. I was surprised. Well, I should have expected she'd be there already. I most definitely wasn't expecting her to be buck naked.

"A-a-Anastasia, what're you doing here!?"

"Waiting for you, Angie." - she bluntly answered.

"I-I was just... coming to grab my pajamas... "

"These ones?" - She grabbed them from the bed - "No need for them. No need for the towel either. Come here." - She threw them out to the ground. Did she take them away from the bathroom just so I wouldn't put them on?

"Y-you mean..." - I answered sheeply. She just silently nods, and I start walking towards the bed.

Truth is, we two are pretty intimate... Enough that I should be used to seeing her naked by now... yet, I'm still embarrassed just from the thought. Worse yet, every time I see her like that, I just instinctively stop thinking for myself, and just follow her beck and call...

And just like that, I crawled into the bed. I was still holding onto the towel, but she just grabbed my hand, letting it fall to the ground. She pulls me forcefully, and now i'm laying my head on her chest, her muscular arms locking me in place

"Thank you for the dinner." - She says as she strokes my back. - "Thank you for being good to me." - She interrupts my "you're welcome". My head is laid on her breast, I can feel her heartbeat. With strong arms around my back, my head light, my face burning. It almost feels like I'm melting into her.

"You are a good boy, Angie. You make me happy. I love you."

I can't exactly give her a straight answer in this situation. I move my arms, already shaking, and try to hug her back, just hoping she understands that as my "I love you too".

"Am I a good lover? Am I making you happy?"

What an odd question. Her sudden words wake me from the dreamlike embrace. I pick myself up enough to lift my head and answer.

"I love you, Anastasia. I'm happy I'm making you happy."

"I feel like I bother you with my gloomy look."

"I like your gloomy look." - I look into her eyes, half hidden again by her half dry hair. "I think it's mysterious beauty they call it. Oh, and I like your puffy cheeks, too!"

"Not what I freaking meant." - She pinches my left cheek - "And I don't have puffy cheeks, polka dot."

She keeps teasing me about my freckles... Before I can keep up the conversation, she presses my head into her chest once again.

"I want to gobble you up." - It started. There's no stopping her now. I just relax my body, at her mercy, and close my eyes in her embrace.

Her hands reach lower through my back, and she stops at my hip. Her arms are strong and muscular, yet her hands are small and soft, an embrace both guarding and comforting.

"This will not do." - She stops - "I cannot reach your ass like this."

Her lack of subtlety is matched by her lack of height. Her heavily muscular build is all kept in a 1,5 meter tall package. I think it's adorable, but she sometimes seems frustrated about it. Maybe she wished for that whole great amazon and puny little man thing, I'm not really sure.

She lightly pushes me as she gets up from under me, I move along and sit on the bed.

"Lay down, stomach up."

I obey almost without thinking. My body now lays bare before her. The embarrassment made my face boil, yet I couldn't help but abide by her wishes.

"You look like a strawberry." - She looks at my face. I instinctively avoided eye contact, but I'm certain she had a small smirk on her face that moment.

She starts to touch my chest. Still too embarrassed to look at her, I close my eyes and tilt my head side to side as her hands go down my stomach.

I squirm as she reaches my crotch. All that heat rushing through me, there was no helping it. It was hard and twitching in excitement, almost begging for a single touch. Yet she didn't, caressing her hand throughout my groin and inner thighs. She stroked me with her fingers, making my whole body twitch constantly, and with each twitch, I bite my lip trying not to let my voice escape.

A slap in my thigh made me lose the grip on my voice, letting a single moan come out. I could hear a little giggle coming from below me.

I feel my legs being lifted up. I open my eyes for a moment, andI see her head between my thighs, holding my legs up high as she kisses my thigh. I let out a soft moan, and she on cue lowers her kissing streak, getting dangerously close to my bottom.

"P-please... Hang on... S-stop.. it.." - I cry out as her mouth treads my buttcheeks.

"What is it?" - She smirks - "Too much teasing for you to handle, strawberry boy?"

"T-that's not it... It's... Dirty down there..." - I catch myself enough to look at her - "I-if you want, I can just go back to the shower and clean it-OHW!" A pinch in my thigh interrupts me.

"Would you mind not breaking the fucking mood?" - She scolds me. "I know where I cannot put my mouth in."

"S-sorry..." I whimper. I felt bad for ruining her fun for a moment, but she sighs and crawls up the bed before I can really think about it.

"Just keep quiet. Do not think about anything. Just let me have my relief. You will feel good too." - She states her ruling. I nod, and she grabs my face for a kiss

Well, it wasn't much of a kiss, more like she shoving her tongue in and out my mouth. She did this to me often. It was one of her secret techniques she used to make me melt into a submissive little puddle. She had a lot of these.

As I gave in to sucking her tongue, her hands moved from my cheek to my chest. As she traced my nipple with her fingers, I was groaning softly under my muffled breath.

When she slowly moves her mouth away from mine, I instinctively move my head up to catch her back, but she escapes me. I glance her smirk at my struggle for a moment, before she moves her head back to my lower body. She kisses my navel, and I wince as it tickles. One more giggle from her, and she crawls on top, twisting her body around, her head now right in front of my crotch, and her bottom exposed right in front of my face.

My blush reached critical mass as I stared down her lower body. Her large, muscular thighs caved into her firm buttocks, which curved inwards and met in a tight button. Right below it, the tight parting of her plump lips, a single glistening droplet managing to escape it.

"Sorry, forgot to shave." - She warns me. She knew I didn't mind, she was just teasing me, daring me to stare at it more intently. And I complied. I stared at her plump lips, streaked with spiky hairs, not enough to cover anything. She probably last shaved few days ago. I've seen it enough times to guess by now.

As I stare into her secret spot, I feel a soft breath on my own. I stare down between her legs. A glimpse of her defined abs, her small breasts drooping down slightly, and her face right above my crotch.

Her mouth dangerously close to my hardon, with just her breath making it twitch. I moan quietly as I arch my head back and close my eyes. I feel her hands getting close, stroking my crotch but never touching the shaft. She quickly runs her finger in the line from my butthole to my sack, making both me and my member twitch desperaly.

One finger of hers goes to the tip of my dick, spreading through my long foreskin and touching my head inside it, before slowly unsheathing it in circular motions of her single finger.

"Look at how wet you got..." - She pulls her finger away in a string of my precum - "...Salty." - She puts her finger to her mouth.

She places her hand on the bed as she moves her mouth closer to my twitching dick. One quick kiss to the head, before she licks my precum all around it. With the precum replaced entirely by her saliva, she lays kisses all over my shaft, carefully spacing them so I won't get constant stimulation. I whimpered and moaned softly all throughout the process, and she giggled at my embarrassment regularly.

As I opened my eyes at the intervals between each touch, I caught glimpses of her bottom right in front of me, as she waved her hips side to side, back and forth. Whether it was a natural movement or she was trying to tease me even more I don't know. That small droplet leaking from her crevasse was now a string of fluid, getting longer and closer to leaking on my body.

Her mouth goes back to the tip, her tongue between it and the foreskin, circling all around. As the stimulation grew more constant, I could feel myself closer and closer to bursting.

And she knew me well. She knew when to stop right when I was bordering the edge. She lifts her head up, leaving my twitching member covered in her saliva, wishing for just one more push to release, which she denied.

"Enough for now. How did you like it?"

That was mean. She knew I was in no condition to answer.

"I-i... I..." - I fumbled my words.

"I see. How about the view down there?" - She was doing it on purpose - "You should take a closer look." - She approaches her bottom to my face, slowly rocking her hips side to side, a few inches away.

"Tongue out." - Her orders. I arched my head forward, sticking my tongue out, as she drew her hips closer to me. As my tongue touches the string of fluid, she keeps moving her hips back, finally touching my face with her butt. She moves her bottom, letting my tongue dig into her plump lips, and spread them open, as she lifts her upper body, getting into a sitting position, and pressing my head into the bed with her large thighs surrounding it, her crotch on my face.

"If you can breathe, then keep going."

I had a hard time breathing, but not because her grasp was too strong, it just made my face unbearingly hot to be under her. I managed to catch my breath, and started to follow her orders, adjusting my hands on her thighs, and running my tongue through her lips, catching all the fluid I could, as she did to me just moments ago.

She adjusted her hips, the stubble on her crotch tickling my face, as my mouth got right below her clit. I rolled my tongue in circles around it, slowly, and could hear a soft, quiet moan coming from her. She was just as vocal during sex as any other time, which was not a lot.

As I licked her clit, my nose stood right under her butthole. I couldn't help but smell it as I breath. it'd feel weird to ponder the idea of doing so, but as the heat got to my head, it smelled just as the rest of her sweaty body. It felt like I was a stray cat attracted by pheromones, to love the smell of her sweat, but I'm sure a stray cat has twice as much rational thought as I do when she gets me under her thumb.

I continued to move my tongue around her clit, eventually moving my lips onto it, sucking like a lollipop. Her audible, steady breathing and occasional moan had me more and more aroused by the minute, and as I ran my tongue and lips around her pleasure spot more intensively each moment, her grip on my head with her thighs got tighter and tighter.

Soon enough, I hear a loud, harsh moan. Her body loses balance, moving from her sitting position to a crawling one, her hands in the bed to stop her from falling. This sudden motion moves her crotch away from my face, and I can glimpse her pussy, glistering with my saliva and her own fluids, twitching erratically with her panting breath. Almost instinctively, I move my hand towards it, rubbing her clit with a finger in circular motion, causing another sudden moan. Seconds pass by, with her panting interrupted by her moaning, synced with her lips pulsating and her butthole twitching and tightening up.

I continue to rub her small clit, even after her twitching stops, in a steady motion, until I'm interrupted by her lifting herself off of me. She sits on the bed beside me, breath still slightly heavy.

She places her hand on my hair, petting me. "Good job." - She praises my efforts. I can't help but moan softly. Well, it was more like a purr. She giggles at my state, before stopping her petting and moving her body out of the bed.

"I-is it over?" - I look at her and inquire. She grabs something in the drawer and promptly craws on the bed again, not even reacting to my comment.

Her head is once again between my legs.

"Is your little boy here content with just stopping?" - She pushes my now half-erect member with one finger.

"I-it's not little... is it?..." - I answer, sheeply touching my hands together above my chest.

"Right now it is. I will fix it." - With that phrase she inserts her finger inside my long foreskin, shaping circles around the head as she did just before. Her tongue touches my sack, and travels upward to the tip of my shaft, and with that it was once again hard as wood.

"Better." - She moves away from my crotch, moving to pick up and unwrap the packet of condoms she took out the drawer moments ago. She tries to effortlessly wrap it around me in one swift move, but stutters along the way. A near inaudible "Damn." comes out of her mouth along her imprecise movement, but no longer than two seconds and she had me wrapped.

"I would say this is your reward, but that would be a lie. I just want to make a mess out of you. Is that okay with you?"

She still inquires... I feel like she's worried she's taking advantage of me. I know well she doesn't see me as just a sex relief, but she herself isn't very confident in that. She doesn't communicate her feelings well, nor is her attitude exactly what most people would describe as "caring". Everyone, including herself, would often think she's just mean and unpleasant. But I know her. I know how warm her heart truly is. I know she loves me just as much as I love her.

Her worries are unfolded, I let her do as she wishes with me because I know she'd never hurt me. I also can't deny the pleasure I get from it either.

I want to let her know my feelings. I need to let her know I know. And I gotta let her know what I want. So I stand the overbearing embarrassment that burns my entire face deep red just from thinking about it, raise my hands to her cheeks, and with a smile give the answer that makes me die of flusteredness:

"I-i want you to...U-use me whenever you... Want... A-and... M-make me... Please make me into your breeding doll and fuck me senseless!!"

Don't ask me what a breeding doll is, I blurted it all at once, too flustered to make sense of what I was saying. I couldn't think too much about it, not just out of embarrassment, but because Anastasia immediately jumped on me after hearing my words, burying her tongue in my mouth and my dick in her pussy. It was too intense to truly notice anything, as she started hopping on me like we're breeding hares.

She holds my legs in a curled position, making it easier for her to pounce her hips on mine. And what strong hips they are... I was overwhelmed by her intense, nearly violent movements, as her tongue beats mine into submission and her insides seem to grasp at my member with no intent of ever letting go.

This probably didn't last for more than a few minutes, but time didn't really seem to be running. At least, my head was too overwhelmed with intense pleasure to notice its passage.

She grabs my hand, her grip strong, and our fingers interlock. She breaks our kiss.

"Fuck... Too much... Too... fucking... much"

She mutters through heavy breaths. My voice didn't make any sound that wasn't a high-pitched moan. Our sweaty bodies slapping against each other muffled both of our voices down.

"I... I... Fuck I love you! Fuck... I love you, Angie...!!"

And that was it. Muttering those words, she wraps her arms around my back.

Reaching her breaking point made her take those actions. And in turn, those actions made me reach my own breaking point. I return her embrace as her strong movements stop, replaced now by the mutual pulsations of our connected crotches. I could feel her pussy contract as I felt my own member twitch. The lack of synch between them just intensified the feeling.

I moan in her ear, and she pants in mine, until our orgasms are over. I tighten my arms around her, but it's still not near as strong as her arms' embrace around me.

We stood there in silence for a while. Not sure how long. I was focused on her heartbeat, her breathing, and the smell of her sweat. Time was the last thing on my mind.

As the breathing grew steady, I could once again hear the sound of the rain, still raging outside behind the foggy window.

"I could stay like this forever..." - That escapes my mouth, breaking the sweet silence.

"We would die." - And she's back to her bluntness

"Don't break the mood, hun."

"Tch. Thank you." - She kisses my cheek as she gets off the top of me, laying beside me now.

"I'm glad to see you cheerier!" - I notice the small smile on her lips.

"I'm always here for you, hun." - I kiss her forehead. She giggles. "If we do that every time, I will start forgetting my umbrella more often".