The Passing Storm

The weather had gone from maddeningly hot to severe storms in less than an hour.

It was no doubt summer now, Alice thought as she poured her third glass of Merlot. The electricity had gone out just moments before, but Cliff had been well-prepared with candles and flashlights. He was actually from the south, he knew the seasons whereas Alice, being from Northern California, knew rain, and then drizzling. Thunder was completely foreign to her, and lightning was rare up there.

"Feeling cozy yet?" Cliff asked dryly, crossing the living room to close the blinds of their sliding doors.

"Don't shut them. I like to watch." She took a deep swallow of the warm, bitter wine. Her blood felt warmed and her mind swam comfortably. It was custom for Alice to start drinking after one of their arguments.

Cliff left the blinds open, returning to the kitchen to light more candles stoically. Alice wasn't used to a man like this; Cliff was a very hardened man emotionally, but passionate. All her life Alice had been handed everything by every man. She was unquestionably a lovely creature: honeyed hair, evergreen eyes, and she was young. Only twenty years, while most of the men that preferred her were in their thirties, even late thirties. Cliff was only twenty-nine, maybe the youngest she'd been with since she was seventeen, and he'd been a challenge.

Finishing off her glass for courage, Alice said, "You can still be mad if you want to, but I didn't do anything wrong."

Only silence answered her back. Cliff disappeared down the hall and returned with two flashlights, setting them on the coffee table. The wind outside shifted and torrential rain crashed against the glass doors. "Jesus," she muttered, pulling an afghan across her.

"It should pass within an hour, or so." Cliff sank down onto the couch as far from her as possible. He glanced furtively at the nearly-empty bottle of Merlot, but made no effort to remove it from her reach. Instead, he refilled her glass. "A couple more and you should be passed out."

Alice glowered at him. "Maybe you should consider that you're the problem in this relationship. Maybe you're the reason I started emailing him…"

In a split second Cliff had grabbed both of Alice's wrists in his hands and was inches from her face. "Don't you justify you bein' a slut because I won't give you whatever the hell you ask for. You're a spoiled brat and I'm tired of dealin' with you."

Alice could smell his skin, his hair, and the detergent from his clothes. She could feel her heart pounding, the slight ache where his hands were clenched around her wrists, but she never broke eye-contact. She scowled at him. She wanted to kick him in the groin and kiss him all in the same instant. Her mind was flooded with Merlot and lust and Cliff's intoxicating scent.

In the next instant Cliff pinned Alice's wrists down on the couch and mashed his lips to hers. It was painful and unforgiving, his stubble scratching her soft cheeks and chin, and when he finally released her arms Alice went straight for the buttons of his shirt.

Cliff set her glass on the coffee table and worked at his own jeans, kicking them off, and then turning his attention to Alice as she expertly undid her own buttons, then slithered out of her skirt. For one very long moment Cliff's eyes lingered, admiring the dancing glow of the candles across her flawless, young body. Her round, plump breasts still kept neatly in her bra, and the tiny lacy fabric of her panties made him harden and ache.

As he studied her nakedness, Alice lifted her fingertips to his rough, scarred body. She traced the contours of his well-earned muscles, kissed the contusions from past accidents, and finally tangled her fingers in his unkempt hair. He was everything she'd never wanted. Cliff was unflinching and unrefined, he was poor and he worked nine hours a day, but no man had ever hungered for her body the way that he did.

Without warning, Cliff turned Alice's body over onto all fours on the couch. She gripped the arm rest and waited impatiently for him to remove his boxers, but when he did he pressed his body against her back, not entering her, and used his hands to explore her body. He started with her neck, both of his large hands running over that tiny, delicate neck, crossing over her collar bone and squeezing her shoulders. Alice moaned, arching her back as he slid further down, cupping both breasts and firmly massaging them. She felt his cock jump against her ass, but still Cliff didn't enter her.

Taking his time, Cliff unfastened her bra and she hurriedly dropped it to the floor, her brain buzzing as she grew wetter and wetter.

Agonizingly, Cliff's hands slipped down below her breasts and pressed against her stomach, palms down, and he let his fingers drag down the plane of her stomach, past her belly button, onto her hipbones, where he gripped her tightly and pulled her so that her ass was pressing hard against his bulging cock. He groaned, and then slipped his fingers into the hem of her panties, pulling them down quickly and sliding them off of her ankles.

"Do it," Alice demanded, pushing her ass out desperately. "Please, Cliff…"

With one hand Cliff stroked himself slowly, with a firm grip. The tendons and veins in his arm hardened as he did, and with the other hand Cliff played teasingly with Alice's clit, then slid his fingers down into the valleys of Alice's pussy, already frustratingly wet. Her wetness drove him crazy. He stroked himself a little faster, and as he did so he pushed three fingers deep inside of her.

Alice cooed thankfully, tossing her head back. Cliff could smell the wine and the strawberry shampoo of her hair and when he pulled his fingers out they were glistening. With expert control, Cliff guided his cock to her pussy and pushed just the tip in, admiring the way she spread her legs a little for him. He pushed in deeper, then deeper still, until Cliff was as far inside of Alice as he could, and then he pushed harder.

Alice whimpered when Cliff stopped pushing and just kept still inside of her. It felt like every inch of her body was filled with him. Her arms began to tremble and she began to wriggle and push back against him. When she tried to pull him out to go again Cliff forced her ass back against him and held her there.

She begged him to fuck her, she was pleading on her hands and knees when Cliff bent forward, his lips so close her ear, and whispered, "You will be punished for misbehaving, Alice. You'll never cheat on me again."

That said, Cliff jerked himself nearly all the way out and then rammed deep inside of her again before Alice had time to take a breath. He wrapped one hand around her throat and squeezed slightly while the other held tight to her ass. He continued hammering her, Alice crying out and clutching to the armrest, her breasts swinging with each pounding force. Cliff was literally fucking her so hard she couldn't stop crying out.

His hand moved from her throat to her mouth. At first he was muffling her cries, still thrusting in and out as hard and fast as he could. When Cliff slipped two fingers into Alice's mouth and pulled them against her cheek he began to push his cock in and out of her slowly and passionately. He took that time to really feel the heat of her body, the slippery wetness as he easily slid in and out. He could feel her body shaking and with one last push inside, Alice started to moan and thrash and her hot juices dripped down her thighs and down his dick, still inside of her.

After Alice came her body went slightly limp. Her breathing was quick and shallow, and as she began to relax Cliff pulled her up and began to hammer her again, before she'd even stopped orgasming.

"Cliff! Oh…god…" she was hanging over the edge of the couch now, her ass up in the air. Cliff continued to push into her, but took two fingers and buried them deep in her asshole. She bucked back against him and arched her back so tensely he knew she was cumming again. He could feel it, that burning wet rush against his cock.

Cliff growled his approval and twisted his fingers inside of her asshole. He slowed his pace again, this time really pulling her ass cheeks against him. When he was as deep as he could get inside of her, Cliff reached up with his free hand, his other hand still fingering her ass, grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back so that he could see her exposed throat and her pleading eyes. Those green eyes sent him over the edge. He gave one last powerful thrust and felt himself cumming inside of her warn out body, her pussy getting hotter the more he came. When he finished, Cliff pulled out and watched his cum drip from her swollen pussy. He released her hair and pushed three fingers inside of her, now filling both of her holes. She moaned as he slid his fingers through his own cum inside of her and pushed into both holes until Alice had no choice but to peak again.

This time Cliff allowed her exhausted body to drop. He pulled out his fingers and pushed them into her mouth, watching her suck off his and her juices and lick her lips.

Kissing her on the forehead, Cliff asked, "Will you continue talking to that man?"

Alice couldn't catch her breath. She simply gave one single shake of her head and wrapped her arms around his torso, pulling herself to him. The storm outside had passed, just like Cliff said it would.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1dhslk/the_passing_storm