Rain
As it turned out, there was no reason for her to object. It
had been a
quiet afternoon, the bare branches etching the gray sky
as the wind built
upon itself. Winter's cold breath made things look brittle,
but in her cozy
apartment she felt sheltered as the cat curled in her lap.
He gazed at her
across the room and asked if she was ready. "No, " she thought,
but as the cat
stretched and yawned she really couldn't think why not.
"You'll listen to me?" she asked. "If I say 'that's enough',
I'll mean
it."
"Yes, I know, " he answered, his eyes not leaving her. Shefelt undressed
already as his steady serene stare peeled the layers fromher own eyes. Yet
it wasn't fear that made her tremble.
"All right, " she whispered, and they arose and walkeddown the hall.
They could hear the water running as they walked. Therewas barely
enough light to see the doors at the end of the hall. The graysky had become
slate, and now faded even as the cold grew more intense.The sound of rain
began to beat a staccato edge to the drone of the fillingbath. "This isn't
real, " she told herself, but the touch of his hand as sheslowly led the way
reassured her that he was there.
Steam wafted through the transom as they stopped at thebathroom door,
and the aroma of violets from the salts scenting the water.Her head spun for
a moment until she heard him.
"I'll wait. You soak for a while...get yourself warmeda bit, " and she
realized that she was still trembling.
"Alright, " she murmured, "but I'm going to dress againwhen I'm
finished."
"You might be more comfortable in just your underwear anda robe. It's
hard to rub you down with all your clothes on..."
"We'll see, " she sighed, feeling her breasts swell asshe did. She knew
he was right, and the thought of it frightened her and excitedher at the
same time. Could she do it, she wondered? She turned to saysomething as she
closed the door, but he stopped her with a touch to her lips.
"I'll wait for you in here, " as he backed into the bedroom.
The water rose toward the steam as she slowly folded herself
into its
warm embrace. The light of the candle danced around her
shadow on the tiles
before her as her thoughts danced within her. Gradually
her trembling
stopped, her breath deepened and she closed her eyes to
let the tapping of
the rain subdue her mind.
"This is crazy, " she argued with herself. "I never thoughthe'd really
be here...and all I can think is, 'what do I do now?'"
The misty warmth oozed farther into her The steady rhythmof the rain
pushed all thought from her. Her eyes started open at thetouch of a finger
on her brow, but it was only a drop chasing itself acrossher face. "How long
has it been, " she wondered? "Maybe he got tired of waiting...Maybe..."
The warmth cascaded down her as she reached for the towel.
She patted
herself dry, looking at herself as she did. "...Not bad
at all, " she thought,
and pulled on her panties. Snapping the straps of her brassier,
she debated
leaving it off. "I'm as attractive as I ever thought, and
he's here, so that
says something, " and she discretely left it on, wrapping
herself in her great
terry robe.
"Maybe this won't be so bad..., " and she opened the bathroomdoor.
She felt the wet as soon as she saw him, but the robe hid hersnugly
within its mass. The candle made it hard for her eyes to adjust,but she knew
the figure leaning at the window, watching the rivuletsslide down its face.
"Wet, " she thought, and the tremble returned.
"Feel better, " he asked quietly? She could only nod dumblyand slowly
make her way across the dark room that she knew well. As soonas she felt the
quilt, she sat on the edge of her bed. He glided to her, andsat down beside,
taking her hand in his. His fingers introduced themselves,combing her own
and tracing the lines of her tendons. He gently pushed atthe base of her
fingers, and she shuddered slightly as the pressure madethe tension release.
"Why don't you lie down, " he suggested softly, and shereached for the
sash of her robe.
"Not yet, " he calmed. "Just lie back..."
She nestled into the pillows and felt the warmth of her bathreturn. It
glowed from her chest out through her, like the ripplesthat the raindrops
left. Her eyes were closed, but she could see him, bent overthe hand he
held, the one from which she could feel her worry subside.She heard him
instruct, "Now, roll over, " and she obeyed.
As she felt him lift her foot, dredging the ache from itsfurrows, she
shuddered again. "Can he see me? Can he see my...?" but sheno longer cared
as she melted into the pillows. His hands, limber and skilled,plied the
muscles of her feet, moving slowly up the curve of her calvesand pausing to
brush across the back of her knees. Her hair raised withthe sensation, and
she felt her nipples harden, even as she lay on them.
"Are you sure..., " she asked, her voice muffled by thepillows?"
"Are you?"
"I'm just not sure, " she struggled with herself, evenas she felt her
thoughts of him trickle out of the wet. His fingers dwelledon the soft flesh
behind her knees, grazing the fine hairs that now stoodon end.
"Please, " she swallowed, "go on."
As if by command, his fingers departed her knees and meanderedup the
backs of her legs, deftly lifting the hem of her robe as theydid. "Oh..., "
she said softly, but her voice trailed off into the downof her pillows. He
could only hear the ryhthm of her breathing as her back gentlyrose and fell.
It quickened as his hands rose along the pillars of her thighs,and as they
reached the cleft of her behind, they parted to follow heroutline. Slowly,
methodically they curled along the top, and at the smallof her back, they
burrowed into the tense muscles.
She felt suddenly in midair, and as he pressed his handsfirmly, her
whole body relaxed, so that she floated just above her quilt.The mystery
caught her offguard, and when she cried out, he stoppedin case he had hurt
her.
"No, no, " she said quickly, "It's all right. Please...goon."
There was fear in his touch, now. The last thing he wantedwas to hurt
her. He lingered, letting the hesitation subside, andas he did, he admired
her as he might an image from Rubens or Titian. Among thetossle of quilt and
robe and pillows she stood out unmistakably, her shapeoutlined by a thin
shadow cast by the dull glow of the sodden sky. His felt hisrapt attention
rivet him to the spot, as if he were impaled upon the strongmast of the
mightiest ship. He couldn't have moved if he had wishedto.
Her touch, the reaching back and glancing of her fingertipsacross his
knee as he sat, brought him back. He slid his hands up thecanyon of her
back, turning the flesh alongside as they went. Fist up,then back down they
journeyed until he felt sure that she was at ease. Againhe dove to the small
of her back. Then, and only then did he dare once more to climbthe ladder of
her spine to the nape of her neck, there to rustle among herdowny hair.
As she nodded slowly, to let his fingers dwell upon her neck,he
delicately raised her shoulder. As slowly as dawn intrudeson a rainy
morning, he turned her over and beheld her. The sight caughthis breath, and
a crytal drop appeared at the top of the mast.
By now, the rain had stopped. The luminous clouds came andwent, parting
enough to let a finger of light fall on her breasts as shegazed up at him.
Her eyes were fixed on his as they surveyed her. His handsfollowed, moving
lightly across her forehead and eyes, as if memorizingher face by touch. She
felt him drink her in, her ears, her cheek, her lips and herchin all
becoming part of her image.
As she watched, his touch moved down her cheeks, down herneck and
across her breasts. She wanted to ask, "Do you like whatyou see?", but as
his eyes closed slowly and his breathing deepened, sheknew. His hands
caressed her, now as if they beheld fine lace, now firmlygrasping her
fullness. Her head leaned farther back on the pillows.Her back arched, and
she felt a shudder, stronger than before, eminating frombelow and passing
quickly up and through her body. As she fell back on the bed,eyes closed and
her breath short, she heard thunder in the distance.
As lightning flickered far away, she reached for the buttonsof his
shirt.
It didn't take long with four hands helping. First one,then another
button gave way to the tug and gaped to reveal the hair thatswirled over his
chest. She ran her hands down his sides, and as his nippleshardened, so
again did her own.
A gentle rumble echoed that within her, as she raised herhips and slid
off her moist panties. The sheets scratched luxuriouslyagainst her behind as
she sat to remove her robe and her brassier.
"May I help, " he asked, and she turned to show him the clasp.A swift
tuck let her breasts spring from their prison. She sighedand sank back onto
the quilt. The stab of lightening let him see the squeezeddark of her hard
nipples, and he squirmed uncomfortably.
"May I help you?" she teased, pulling a sleeve to make hisshirt depart.
She saw now that he was trembling, so she pulled him to herforcing their
lips to collide. Her breasts ached as his chest melted intohers. As her
hands followed the rise and fall of his back, then pressedhim to her, the
thunder grew louder still.
Lightning thrust itself upon her more brightly, now. Sheheard the last
of his clothes rustle to the floor as his tongue sneakedbetween her lips. It
explored her wet mouth, which opened to it and sucked itin.
As he hovered over her, she could see his excitement, andas the thunder
grew, he settled his firmness upon her wet. She felt itswarmth cleave her
lips that oozed along her thighs. A flash lit the room, andhis warmth wormed
into her willingness as a sigh escaped his lips. Her armsflailed back to her
pillows. Her fingers plunged into them as his excitementfilled them both. As
her hips rose again, she couldn't feel the wind whip againstthe room. As her
legs embraced his back and her heels pushed him to her, shecouldn't hear the
rumble that shook the house.
Only he....
Only she....
Only the two of them existed, now as one.
Waves of rain beat against the house as he swept over heragain and
again. The brilliance of the lightning was her soul, lightingagain and
again, each time brighter and faster than before.
Her toes floated over them, fanned and stretched by theshocks from her
core. She swam under him, her arms flailing and her fingersnow ripping at
the quilt, now pushing her up into him as he sailed furtherinto her passion.
With each crash of thunder, her hips leaped from the bedas if impelled by
the electricity. She felt the spatter of the sweat fallfrom his face, and
dared to watch as the storm of his effort lashed them withits fury. "My
God, " her mind screamed, "can there be more?"
The howl of the storms drove them both. Her eyes lifted fromher face as
the force of his thrusts grew stronger, faster. Then, asher eyes rolled
upward and her mouth gaped, he stiffened and floated aboveher while his
firmness throbbed within her pulsing wetness. He groaneda groan that the
rain could not cover, and as her body twitched with the dyingof the
lightning, he sank into her sweat and her wonderful aroma.
They breathed in ryhthm as the thunder rolled away. Shelistened to the
last of the rain drip from the roof as his passion pooledwarmly beneath her.
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