I heard him open the front door and step out on the porch behind me. We were having a late night thunderstorm. The lightning was so bright and constant, for brief flashes, you could see as well as if it were daylight. He steps up behind me. I’m leaning against the porch railing and I look down and see he’s practically standing in my spot. “So much for social distancing,” I laugh, bumping him with my butt playfully. He smiles and wraps his arms around me, pulling me to stand against him. Even at my full height, he can nearly rest his chin on the top of my head. He pulls my long hair to one side and kisses the side of my neck, working his way to the back, my weakness. When he hits The Spot, my body gives an involuntary shudder. He knows he can do anything now.
His hands move back to my waist, where he slowly works my tank up my body then pulls it over my head and tosses it. The wind catches it and blows it far into the front yard. For a brief second, it hits me that anyone could see me topless on the porch but he kisses my neck and that thought is also blown out into the yard. His large hands go to work gently caressing my breasts. I got my nipples pierced a couple months ago and he looks over my shoulder as he holds them up to admire them. He’s holding them out as if to display them when the next set of lightning flashes. I don’t even notice with my eyes shut, my full attention on savoring his lips lighting all over my neck.
Turning me around, his hands work their way down my hips and between my panties and the waistband of my pajama shorts. He slowly begins sliding them down my legs until they fall to the porch. He turns us slightly, walking me backwards to where the railing gives way to the steps and plants his hands on my butt, kneading the cheeks, causing my thong to slip further between to create the illusion of a g string. I tilt my head up to him and we kiss, making out like teenagers who are stealing away time to be together.
The storm is coming closer and I ask if we should go in and he replies by slipping my thongs down my hips to the porch. The wind is whipping all around us and I don’t notice the rest of my clothing take flight. I remind him that standing sex doesn’t work for us but he just kisses down my jaw to the front of my neck, where a loud giggle erupts from my mouth drowned out by the torrent of rainfall from the storm. “That tickles!”
I playfully push at him but he turns us around and walks me backwards, lifts me up easily to sit me on the railing, and stands between my spread legs, my hands on his shoulders. I run my nails over his neck head lightly and smile when I get the spot that makes him shudder. He kisses down my neck to my chest, finally facing the nipples he’s been longing to suckle. He looks up at my face to gauge my reaction as he takes a tentative lick. I gasp and my head leans back, inviting him to continue. He swirls his tongue around, teasing me, testing my reaction. He nibbles gently and I moan into the top of his head. My hands hold his head, encouraging him to continue. They’ve never been this sensitive, like a cross between scratching an itch and tickling but without the unpleasantness that makes me beg for mercy, or at least I’m not begging him to stop anyway.
I think briefly how relieved I am to have turned off my motion light but his hands begin moving down my body, finding me freshly shaven just for him and all other thoughts disappear with my clothes. His thick fingers easily discover my wetness that’s already breeched my lips and dips down to search out the source. Lightning crackles across the sky I arch my back and a gasp escapes my mouth as he draws lightly across my clit. With one hand spread against the small of my back, the other suddenly plunges one then two fingers deep inside me. I cry out just as a loud clap of thunder sounds. All of the sensations on my body, the spray of cold rain on my neck, his mouth teasing my nipples, and his hands exploring my wetness, have shut down all worries about my neighbors catching us.
He removes his fingers and brings them up to his mouth to taste. “Mmmmm, I want just a quick taste.” He moves one of my hands to the column beside me. “Hold on babe.” He kneels down, places his hands on my rear, and takes in the sight of my glistening lips. I hear him breathe in deeply through his nose. “You smell amazing.” I feel his tongue lick the outside of my lips and gently deeper and deeper between, as if he were savoring an ice cream cone. My free hand is on his head, running my nails lightly across his scalp, encouraging him to continue.
He’s hardly touching my clit with each stroke of his tongue. I groan with frustration. He stops and looks up at me with a smirk as if asking if I had a problem. “More please,” I gasp. “Be careful what you wish for,” he warns as he goes directly for my clit. His tongue lightly teases and swirls across it, making it swell more. He wraps his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth, then he begins to torture me. I cry out as his tongue’s light teasing turns into hard pressure. He has his teeth around it now, flicking the tip of his tongue hard, causing my whole body to pulse with his assault. “I can’t take anymore, please,” I cry out. But he doesn’t let up. He plunges three fingers into me without warning. He curves his fingers up every stroke he rubs against my G spot, matching the flick of his tongue. I’m gasping crying out loudly now. “More please! Don’t stop yet!” My body locks down tightly on his fingers as my orgasm rolls through my body. He keeps his finger flexed inside me pressing my spot but continues working my clit with his tongue. My body is shaking with every stroke. I can’t take it anymore and I try to tap out but he keeps going. I quickly feel it building again, as a second orgasm rolls through my body.
He has mercy on me this time and slowly pulls his fingers from within me and brings them up for me to taste. He stands up and pulls me from the railing and kisses me deeply. I still taste my wetness on his lips. He suddenly turns me around and tells me to step up on the bottom rail. He puts one of my hands back on the column and press me to lean forward. I hear him unzip and feel him tease his head with my wetness. He lines himself up, grabs my hips, and plunges into me. I fight to hold on to the column as he pulls nearly out, then works himself deeper into me. I feel myself stretch around him, widening to take his full size. He presses his hand on my back, leaning me further forward. I stretch easier around him now to take all of him. He buries his fingertips into the flesh of my soft hips pulling me fully onto him. He holds me there, enjoying my tight grip that’s still pulsing from the sensitivity of having just cum.
One of his hands reaches around to my belly and slides up my chest, leaning me back up. It stops just across my collarbone to the opposite shoulder and holds me securely, his other hand wrapping around my waste again. He silently pushes up inside me as he pulls my body down onto him, over and over.
The only sounds you can hear over the storm are my moans. His hand from my waist has worked its way down so he’s circling my clit and I feel another orgasm coming on. A bright flash of light makes me open my eyes, and I briefly wonder if anyone is watching us making love out in the open. I shake my head because that’s insane; no one is gonna be outside in this weather. It slips from my mind as another orgasm hits immediately, my grip pushing him over the edge. With a loud growl in my ear, he fills me with his seed, his movements slowing, pushing it deeply inside of me. He kisses my ear, pulls me off the railing, and turns me around to wrap his arms around me, kissing my lips then all around my cheeks and forehead. I grin and lean into his chest.
We start to go in but I look down where my clothes should be but they are gone. Neither of us know where they went but I’m not gonna leave them out there. I figure no one is out this time of night anyway and the porch light is still off so I’ll just run out into the yard to get them. He stops at the door to wait for me. I make it to the sidewalk, peering into the darkness for some sign of at least my underwear. Seeing none, I resign myself to having lost my clothes for good. He opens the door, leading me inside where he takes my hand and I follow him to the bedroom. I’m shivering, whether from the cold rain or the aftermath of my adrenaline rush, and he wraps us up in a blanket. I think nothing more of the clothing I’ve lost, nor the show we put on for my neighborhood. No, I fall asleep with something much more exhilarating, the feeling of being deeply loved and cared for inside and out.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ga60yg/the_storm_mf_romantic
Absolutely breathtaking! Wonderful job!
Hot one!