I’ve always loved the rain, thunderstorms soothe me, I can feel the cold breeze coming through the window and while the fireplace is doing its best to keep us warm, it’s he who’s setting a fire inside me. Tonight I’m both the fire and the storm waiting to collide.
I’d say there’s still some mercy in him, but now I’m sure he’s as anxious as I am. His tongue wandered all over my body removing every drop of scotch, he’s always been very selfish when it comes to his poison and he wasn’t just going to let it go to waste. He went through my legs, between them, up my pelvis, through my stomach, around my waist, all over my breasts, my neck and even in my mouth. The cleanse was slow, thorough and playful, with an occasional bite on all the right places.
Not being able to see him makes it harder to anticipate his moves so I was inevitably surprised when he put his arms around me and carried me to the bedroom but this time I’m laying on my stomach. If he wanted a view, I’ll give him something to watch, so I slowly open my legs and lift my ass just enough for him to see the dish he left unfinished.