The Thunder Rolls

Sunlight kissed my skin: a warm day, but not one that is humid and unbearable. The kind that is comforting – like the worlds reminder of a gentle peace: an unspoken promise of the beauty it holds. 

We are laying in a grass clearing with the rolls of thunder being heard in the distance. It’s dusk with a light glow of the sun closing upon the world. As the time ticks the masses inside the comfort of their homes – we both sit in a moment that seems unchanged by times’ pressure to resign for the day. 

The blanket is soft with the cushion of grass below it. I’m wearing a thin black tank top, my nipples can be seen through slightly, a pair of denim shorts just slightly too small – as the curves of my inner thighs can be seen as an inviting gesture of intimacy. 

Beside me, he is wearing shorts and a black t-shirt, his broad shoulders test the integrity of the cotton seams. 

As we lay in this moment, I feel him place his hand on mine. He slowly turns on his side and kisses me, I return the passion of his kiss placing my hand on his chest. I feel his heart beating – a connection that’s inviting me to remove the walls that separate me from the isolation I’ve felt. 

In this moment: there is no world of conflict or confusion. There are no thoughts or concerns. There is peace and simplicity. 

As we kissed, I began to sit up, turning towards him, I removed his shirt. He rests on the ground, his exposure is vulnerable and intimate – uncaring of insecurity. 

I reposition myself on top of him, placing my hands on his shoulders, I kiss him fiercely with intensity and purpose. I begin to feel him grow erect below his shorts. As I feel his longing to be inside me, a completion that only I can offer, I feel myself moisten – an anticipation of his manhood filling and pressing deep within me. 

He removes my tank top, exposing my bare breasts. He grabs my sides with both hands and moves them up my ribcage, reaching my breast, then placing his hands on my back he pulls me down, bringing my breast to his face, he licks my nipples and bites softly.

Moving his hands to my neck, he pulls my head down and we kiss. As if the world is on pause, we kiss passionately, the time seems endless and only ours. 

I pull away and begin to remove my shorts – wearing only black panties – he grabs me by my hips and moves me forward, on my knees above him. 

Sliding my panties down, he begins to lick and bury his face between my legs. I feel him sliding his fingers inside me. With this my muscles begin to contract in pleasure – a preview of the climax to come. 

I feel my heart race in demand and anticipation of deep penetration. Still on my knees above him, I begin moving down – unbuttoning his shorts and removing both them and his underwear. He is lying still as I expose his erect cock. I pulled my hair back and to the side of my neck. 

Moving my head down, I close my lips around the head of his penis, licking slowly as I begin to move my head down, feeling the pressure of his penis as he moves into my throat. He places his hands on the ground and grabs the blanket as he feels me eagerly sucking his cock deep and with a motivation of completion

As the thunder draws near, the rain begins to softly fall upon us. Our motives remain unchanged, his body glistening from the water. Water falling on my back, outlining moisture along my bare butt – showing the fullness of my body above his – as my head continues to suck deep and longingly for his cum.  

As I begin to feel his urgency quicken, I bring my head up and press my hands on his shoulders, bringing him inside me – feeling him deep and full. The pressure of my full weight on his hips – he bites his lip and softly closes his eyes – as if this moment and this feeling could bring him to climax without any further effort. 

I raise my hips up slightly, readjusting, then I press down with more intensity and begin to ride him pressing my hips back and forth. 

The rain is stronger now and lightning claps in the distance. Water drips from my nipple but there is no delay or disturbance between us. The weather just quickens our intensity. 

Then suddenly he grabs me by my hips, I feel his firm grip as he wordlessly redirects me, I’m on my knees, but he is on his directly behind me. I feel his hand pressing gently but firm – bringing me to my hands. He begins to eat me out. Sliding his tongue with intent, fingering my clitoris simultaneously. 

He then returns to his knees as I feel him firmly penetrate me. His cock pressed deeply, filling me and removing the void of life that once existed. His fingers are grabbing my hips as he thrusts himself inside me.

As the storm intensifies, so do we. I’m contracting every muscle in my body awaiting the inevitable release that is to come. With no soul present but us, I scream out with intensity and passion. 

I can feel his fullness as I feel myself coming close to orgasm. He continues to thrust and pull my hips close, until we both cum – as I scream in completion.

Interrupting the moment – this time the lightning is sharp and close as I hear a clap of thunderous rage. 

With the abrupt sound – my eyes begin to open to a dark room, staring at the blank ceiling above me. I slowly close my eyes, whispering “fuck” and begin to settle for sleep.

My mind reenacts the dream with longing anticipation. As I close my eyes for slumber, the sound of thunder rolls in the distance as I drift back to the confines of my dreams.

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