Thunder rolled like a line of marching soldiers' boots stomping on dry, hard earth, punctuated by brilliant blue-white flashes of lightning that arced across the sky in all directions. The thunder storm and torrents of rain pouring from the sky were the result of a dying tropical storm swinging west along the Florida peninsula, the hot, moist air being churned before the low pressure front and spawning thunderstorms across the state. As the rain pounded down upon the roof and pattered on the slated roof of the enclosed patio, she whispered into his chest...
"They're playing our song..."
He smiled. His memory was thrown back in time to the same moment as hers.
"It rained and thundered like this the first time we made love."
The room they were in that first afternoon had been dark, thick blackout curtains blocking the haze of sunlight that fought for existence against the rolling lines of storm clouds. It was also cool and quiet, an almost perfect juxtaposition from that growing outside. They had kissed, touched, caressed slowly, savoring the sensation of each other's bodies and how they reacted. As clothing fell to the floor, he lay her back upon the cool mattress, one knee straddling each side of her leg, one knee pressing up against the join between her thighs, jeans button undone, shirtless, grinding his body against hers as they kissed.
All things shrank down to the level of his lips, the feel of hers against his, her tongue moving against his own. All things shrank down to the level of his chest brushing against her breasts and erect nipples as their bodies moved against each other. All things shrank down to the feel of his knees pressing against her naked sex, the heat radiating from her core through his clothing. Outside this world of sensation, the winds outside picked up and clouds boiled across the sky, dark grey, angry purple, almost black. A few brave rain drops exploded against the curtained window with heavy voluptuous force.
He had kissed his way down her body, pausing to suckle her nipples, to bite the tender flesh of her breasts, to tickle her belly button with his tongue. Lower, slower, until her thighs parted wide and hey body blossomed open before him, hot, wet, enflamed, pulsing. The first stroke of his along the length of her slit caused her back to arch, hips thrust forward, throwing herself to the whims of his oral ministrations. He moved his tongue slowly, up and down from her opening to the top of her slit, then flicking fast across the hard nub of her clitoris, then engulfing her engorged citrus and labia within his full lips, suckling on her with consistent pulses.
She had been imagining this momebt for some time, her mind playing over again their talks, teases, word play, kissing, cuddling, and petting that had come on occasions before. Now, though, she was bared before him, offered fully and willingly, for the consumation of what all before had built. Her first orgasm, when it hit, left her breathless, head tossed back into the pillows. She made little sound but her body betrayed the level of her excitement and pleasure as her skin flushed, her nipples throbbed, and her sex flooded with juices of her excitement. He continued his licking, not allowing her to come completely down from her orgasm before driving her up towards the next peak. She continued to writhe across the sheets as wave after wave of spasms rippled through her, sweat beading up on her skin, moisture oozing from her body in increasing quantities as each orgasm flooded the secretions of the one before.
When he stopped his oral assault on her, he had kissed his way back up her body, licking, nipping, biting her tenderest of places. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers where they kissed, tongues moving with force, tasting herself on his tongue and lips.
