The rain picks up outside, the droplets on the windows pull together until they’re steady little winding streams. It gets louder as more and more rain falls to the ground. Soon the cohesive streams are just sheets of water rolling down the windows and splashing onto the pavement and flowerbeds beneath them.
Thunder cracks loudly after bursts of lightning branch out, illuminating the sky momentarily. You move to a large floor-length window and watch the gutters overflow, the water splashing down violently to the concrete.
I take you in as you take in the view. Comfy lounge wear, hair in a ponytail, one hand on the glass as you study the scene.
Lightning tears across dark sky, thunder immediately follows, rumbling loudly and shaking the house. You jump at it all and I smile. You startle so easily.
I join you, standing behind you and wrapping my arms around your waist.
You lean into me, “Mother Nature must be upset,” you say, “To be crying such big tears and wailing like that.”
“Who’s to say she’s upset?,” I ask, kissing your neck and adding before you can answer, “Maybe she’s aroused.”
You quietly gasp a response as my hands explore beyond your waist.
“Nu uh,” you say tilting your head to expose more of your neck to my mouth. “She’s upset. Some man broke her heart and she’s crying her eyes out.”
“I don’t think so,” I say groping your tits, my lips and tongue leaving your flesh to say, “I think she’s having a great time.” My hands roam down to the band of your sweats.
“She’s so very wet,” I say slowly next to your ear. My left hand moves beneath your cotton and elastic waistband while my right holds you tight against me.
I feel you suck in air and hold it. “Maybe,” I continue as my hands grope lightly over your panties and breasts, “She’s helplessly turned on.”
You moan out the breath you were holding and lean into my touch. I rub your labia slowly, teasing you through the thin fabric of your panties.
“She’s overwhelmed,” I add, “Her nerves alight with overstimulation igniting the sky with lightning; she’s thundering her moans of approval.”
I continue until I feel the fabric dampen more and more, building as the rain did.
A distant “Mmmmm” is all you respond with until my fingers finally delve beneath your panties to your clit.
You can’t help but buck against their touch; a needy moan leaves your lips.
“The floodgates are open,” I say of you both, smirking, rubbing my fingertips over your slick lips and encircling your clit.
A lusty, whiny sound tears through you as you grind against my touch. It’s desperate and wanting, a perfect vocal representation of your current state.
You gyrate as I hold you against me whilst I’m playing with your clit and breasts; your body’s way of playing back. Your movements begging for more touch while simultaneously teasing me. Your ass wiggling right against my cock as your hips move.
You wouldn’t say you’re doing it intentionally, but you are. You’d say you were doing it to get off faster and because it feels good. And certainly all of that is true, but they’re secondary reasons. You’re grinding against me cause you want me hard. You want me bothered. You want me to fuck you. And judging by the sounds escaping you, you need it and you’re close.
All in due time, my little water sprite.
“Stop moving,” I say, still rolling my fingers over your clit.
You don’t. You rarely listen to anything the first time.
My left hand stops its ministrations entirely. The lack of touch must be excruciating because you whimper the most pitifully abused sound.
My wet fingertips move upwards to dig into your hip, pulling you back harshly into me. I see your smirk in the window’s reflection. You’re enjoying every bit of this still– the way my hands are pinning you against me, the ache of being denied, the impending unspoken threat of what will happen should you choose not to listen further. You want to be fucked, you want to cum, but you want to push every button you can along the way.
The sadist in me doesn’t mind too much. I don’t need a reason to cause you a bit of pain, but I don’t mind having motives to do so. Little lessons taught by moments of pain. You love to be naughty, but you glow just a little brighter when you’re being a good girl for me.
I wonder what it’ll take tonight as your chest heaves against my right arm. Sometimes just a mild threat or a harsher tone is all it takes to turn you from a disobedient brat to a submissive good girl.
Other times it takes a night full of pain and frustration. I’ll take you either way, quite literally. I’m here for every variation between the two; in the end I always get what I want.
I dig my fingers into the flesh just inwards from your hip bone, “Be good for me, baby,” I say by your ear. A most coaxing threat.
A cute grumble erupts as a defeated look paints your reflection. You give me your response, your head nodding slowly, not meeting my eyes in the window’s reflection.
My grip loosens from your side and my fingers slide over your now thoroughly soaked through panties to pick up where they left off.
“That’s it, huh?” I ask, a smile in my voice. You instantly flush hot against me. “I say a few stern words and you downpour.”
You flush red and respond with a soft, desperate “Mmmm”, your vocal equivalent of a shy “Well?”.
I want to drown in it; in you.
“Take this off,” I say, tugging on your tank top. “Bend forward, hands on the glass,” I direct you, pulling your sweatpants and drenched panties down as you bend forward.
“Mm good girl,” I say, groping your ass before dipping my fingers into your wetness, running my fingertips forward along your slit then back.
You are so beyond ready, you can’t stand it. You try to shift against my touch hoping I’ll slip inside your greedy pussy.
“Be still,” I say, pinching your clit abruptly.
You wince and hold very still. I continue teasing your pussy while unbuttoning and unzipping my pants.
I swear I see your hips shift slightly in anticipation when you hear the zipper. Ever eager to be dicked down.
I shake my head grinning, “There is no patience with you,” I say, lining my cock up to your soaked pussy, ready to indulge myself inside you.
I slide easily into your wetness, slipping in slowly and savoring the slick internal heat that immediately envelopes me until I’m completely submerged in you. You contract around me, wanting movement so badly.
I watch your hands on the window pane curl into fists. They open wide as I thrust into you, desperate to hold onto something.
Your pussy offers tight suction as I pull out and gloriously wet pressure as my cock plunges back into you.
One of my hands leaves your hips to play with your swollen clit. Your pussy seems to spasm around me when my fingertips first gloss over it. I don’t stop.
“Oh fuck!,” you cry out as I fuck you against the rain-riddled window, my fingers bringing you closer and closer to the orgasm you almost had earlier.
Your hands leave foggy, smeared prints where condensation gathers from the heat they give off. Tiny beads of sweat begin to dot your body, much like the windows when the rain had just started.
I work my fingers a little faster while I fuck you. Your pussy now even hotter and wetter than minutes before.
Your breathing goes rapid and shallow as you thunder your own moans through the storm, until you’re suddenly quaking and pulsing around me. I revel in the feeling of your pussy convulsing involuntarily around me as you cum hard.
I slow down just briefly, relishing the exquisite pulsing of your pussy around me.
Both hands back on your hips, I fuck you hard, eager to add my cum to your already soaked depths.
Once you come down from your post-orgasm bliss, I feel you contract around me as I pull out of you. Upon each re-entry, you relax around me. The slight resistance feels almost as good as you cumming while my cock is stuffed inside you.
You look back at me over your shoulder; your pouty mouth agape, eyes hooded and dazed, your eyebrows furrowed in an expression only a good fucking can bring about. They’re slightly raised, pulled inwards while almost frowning– it’s a look that emotes a sort of pained, confused, and blissful expression all at once. My beautiful little fuck doll.
You lower your head and start fucking me back, meeting my thrusts while still contracting around me.
One of your hands slides down the window, streaking it before making its way to your pussy.
You start playing with yourself.
“There’s a good girl,” I say, “Cum again for me.”
I know it won’t be long. You cum so easy this way.
Not even a full minute later, I feel your core start to seize up. Seconds later your crying out, legs quaking as your pussy quivers around me. It’s so fucking hot. It sends me over the edge.
I cum inside your silky, slippery pussy. Your contractions squeezing every last drop from me.
We’re still for a moment, our breathing and the rain crashing down are the only sounds and movements.
I slowly pull out of your pussy’s intimate embrace, “That was–”
“Like lightning all over,” you interrupt me, turning around and hugging onto me. “And you’re right,” you say burying your face in my chest unable to admit it while looking me in the eye, “She’s not crying over a man, she’s having a damn good time with one.”
I hug you back, one arm around your back the other on your buried head. “I always am,” I say.
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Thoughts/comments welcomed and appreciated.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/mhktbs/when_it_rains_she_pours_ds_mf
Sooo good