The drizzle of rain hitting the window and the occasional boom of thunder in the distance create the soundtrack to our lovemaking.
Whispered praises and desperate begging.
Straining muscles and hips raising and falling in time with our racing heartbeats.
We were made for this.
Why else would your hands curl around my hips so nicely?
Why else would our meeting gazes ignite an inferno of passion and lust?
Why else would your moans be the loveliest orchestra to my ears?
Why else would our hands slip together so easily as our mutual desire runs rampant?
Our panting breathes mingle in the space between us. I’ve never felt closer to another.
Yes, this is what we were made for.
Don’t you agree, my little one?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i9zm6j/what_we_were_made_for_gentle_dom_speaking_to
I love this. It spoke to me on a deep and intimate level. I have always loved the rain and thunder and this reminded me of the most connected sexual experience in the weather that makes me the happiest. I’m probably not describing it right, but please know that I enjoyed this to my very core.