Lightning bursts: a snapshot, quick as a gasp, of the driving rain outside, and the driving need within these walls. My body over you, a momentary silhouette against illuminated cabin walls as my eyes burn down into yours, flashing with the reflection, and my own internal hunger.
We’re plunged into darkness again as my mouth plunges to your skin. Thunder rumbles the air, twin to the moan rumbling from my mouth inside your thigh. I can smell your need, feel your heat. You can’t hide how much you need this, even in the darkness. Wind howls outside, a peal through trees and against the cabin walls, as sharp as my grip: forcing your thighs open.
Do you know now you’ll be bruised? Marked by my hands, by the storm inside me that comes out around you? Or can you think at all, only feeling, only writhing, lost in the storm as my mouth rushes in to devour you…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qad707/lightning_moment_mf