I knew the storm was coming; my body began tingling as the clouds gathered overhead. My nipples hardened as the chill breeze began to dance among the trees. I jumped in the car, racing through the traffic to get away in time. I couldn't be in the city when it happened, I had to be free.
I reached the stream just as the first crack of thunder sent a shudder through my lower body. My shoes were left beside the car, my jeans in the road, my shirt entangled in a bush, my bra hanging from a cactus, the last bit of silk floated near the bank as I dove into the water.
Icy fingers moved over me, the rising wind teased the current into a thrashing frenzy. I rose out of the water, leaving sodden footprints in the dirt as I moved to my rock, stretching out as I always do. My arms flung wide to receive nature's violence, my eyes closed, my breasts heaving and swaying as the heat within became a feverish need.
The warmth centered deep within, moving through my veins, along my limbs. It crested and receded as the lightning flashed and the thunder crashed. I growled deep in my throat, undulating against the hard stone beneath.
The rain began to fall, slashing at an angle with a force that bruised my exposed flesh. I welcomed it, inviting any that would come to relieve my tension, fulfill my fantasy.
There was a silence then, though I only imagined it as appropriate to the shadow which fell across me. Hands took hold of my wrists from above. Eyes pressed against my skin, moving over my proffered form in a slow assessment. I heard a soft "Hmm…" Beside my ear as the figure climbed onto the rock beside me without releasing its hold.
Knees pressed against my sides as I was straddled, a hardened length of flesh nestled itself in the space between my breasts. I heard his voice beside my ear though I knew he had not leaned close again. "This is what you want?" The muscles in his thighs tightened as he moved his body against mine, taking liberties with the unprotected valley of my cleavage.
"Yes." My throat ached, I was light headed. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see him, only wanting to feel him. "Yes, I want it." I raised my head, tongue snaking out to brush across the head, lips opening as he continued to press forward.
I swirled my tongue around the shaft, letting the stud on my tongue ring caress the vein along its underside. I inhaled, pulling him further in, popping my jaw out of place to accommodate. It would hurt later, but for now it was good. He was salty, like the ocean, and sweet somehow. I heard him groaning as I moved within the limited space he had allowed. I purred against him as he tried to pull away, humming softly beneath my breath.
"Stop." He whispered, but did not pull away, and I continued. I swallowed, pulling the head into the back of my throat, knowing that I wouldn't be able to take it all. He groaned again, the weight across my ribcage was eased as he pulled away. He moved downward, trailing precum down my belly as he pressed my knees apart and settled himself there.
"This is not how it happens" he sounded perturbed, petulant. I was the wanton sacrifice that had been offered to pagan gods, but I was not cooperating. I am not one to play by rules, to lie still and be ravaged. It would be a cooperative effort, with give and take, or it would be nothing.
My eyes opened, running over the well muscled torso above me. The lines seemed sculpted, perfect. Muscles rippled as he leaned over me, tugging at my arms to force me to lie back. I complied reluctantly, catching a glimpse of his shaven head as he bent over me.
Cold rain fell around us, chilling my bones. His tongue was hot as it passed over one sensitized nipple. He suckled gently, ignoring my whimper of complaint. I wanted violence, not lovemaking. His lips closed over my flesh, teeth coming together with a satisfying click.
I moaned, squirming against him. He bit down again, I knew that a bruise would rise there later, and it pleased me. This is what I had craved, why I had come to this place. I arched my back, and he pushed me down, scraping a raw spot between my shoulder blades. I could feel him, hard and throbbing against me, but still I did not open.
He chuckled at my resistance as he moved to the other breast, continuing his assault on its neglected peak. The stubble on his cheek rubbed, bringing blood to the surface of my tender skin. His teeth bit and scraped, seeming sharp at one moment and dull the next.
I wanted him, wanting to feel the length of him buried within, but he still hadn't given me enough. I thrashed against him, freeing one hand long enough to rake my nails across his shoulders before he captured it again, holding both of my wrists tightly in one large hand.
