It was raining when he pulled up to the house. He turned the key and killed the engine on his Ducati SuperSport. It rumbled to a stop as he flipped the kickstand down and stepped over the bike. He removed his helmet as he strode to the door, freeing his blonde locks to fall to his shoulders, and stood with his face up to the rain for a moment. It was pouring but he loved the way it cooled him off. He opened his riding jacket and let the water course down his chest and stomach. He brought his face out of the rain when he heard the door opening.
She stood in the doorway for a moment and then stepped out onto the porch. She was wearing one of his shirts, a button down long sleeve with the sleeves pulled up to her elbows. It draped on her so that he could not see if she was wearing anything underneath; her bare, tanned legs were visible from mid-thigh down. She hesitated only a moment, her ocean blue eyes locking onto his muddy green ones and then she stepped out from under the eaves and down the steps.
He met her at the bottom and they kissed passionately. Their kiss held for what seemed forever, and they finally broke away laughing as the water threatened to drown them where they stood. He stooped and lifted her in his arms and carried her into the house. Closing the door with his foot, he kissed her again, rubbing his lips against her perfect bow of an upper lip, flicking his tongue across her teeth before her own dueled him for a long lingering moment. Finally, he set her on her feet, put his helmet on the floor and stripped off his jacket as he admired what the rain had done to his lover.
The shirt was plastered against her skin, outlining every subtle curve, every detail of her body. Her short dark hair fell loosely over her eyes. He took her all in: the way the shirt clung to her breasts, her nipples dark circles pushing against the white cloth. Now he could see that she was wearing panties under his shirt. He pulled his own shirt over his smooth tanned chest and stepped closer to her. Her hands roamed his upper body, teasing his nipples and sliding down his ridged abs to his belt. She pulled it open and unbuttoned his fly.
He was slowly unbuttoning the shirt, not taking it off but opening it up, kissing his way from below her chin, down between her breasts, down her soft, flat belly. On his knees now, he stopped and looked at her standing above him. She was running her fingers through his wet hair, staring at him with that little smile he loved so much; the one that told him she knew what he wanted, and that she wanted him too. His hands slid up her body, opening the shirt, pushing the material over her breasts and shoulders so that it dropped to the floor behind her. They traced a slow path down from her shoulders and then slow circles, spiraling his way across her breasts until he reached her nipples. He teased them lightly and felt her pull his hair as she hummed in pleasure.
He nuzzled her sex through her sheer panties, so wet from the rain and her building desire that he could see every detail as if she was naked. He ran his lips over her labia, playfully biting her lightly as he moved over and around her enclosed womanhood. Now her hands, wrapped in his hair, guided his face to her as she spread her legs slightly. He brought one hand down and pulled her panties to the side, then licked and sucked her swollen sex. His tongue drove into her, sliding from her wet opening up to her clitoris. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he wrapped his mouth around her rigid nub and sucked and flicked her until her hips started bucking against him. His hands gripped her buttocks, and pulled her to him as she gasped loudly, her whole body shuddering with orgasm. He stayed on his knees only a moment longer, then stood and pulled his boots off, hopping from one foot to the next, then stripping his pants and underwear from his lean, muscled hips. He stepped out of them and to her, picking her up in his arms and pushing her against the wall. He kissed her feverishly, nipping and licking her as if he could not get enough. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she locked her ankles behind the small of his back. Her hands reached down to grasp his hardened member, placing him at her dripping entrance. He wasted no time, driving deep into her as he spread his legs out and pulled her buttocks apart. He growled his need as he pistoned into her, kissing her neck, stretching his lips down as she lifted her breasts up, offering her hardened nipples to him. He could feel his orgasm building as his member drove in and out of her rippling tunnel. He slammed his hips into her one last time, jerking against her as he spurted his seed into her. She reached down and dug her nails into his buttocks, bucking her hips against him as her walls clamped down on his still pulsing erection. Her breath came in rasping screams as she pulled herself hard against him, grinding her clitoris into his pubis as she went over the edge, cumming in wave after wave of heavenly ecstasy.
They sank to the floor together, exhausted and satisfied. He held her close, rubbing his hands up and down her back, running his fingers through her hair. She grabbed his face and pulled him in for a long, lingering kiss, then abruptly rose up out of his lap and grabbed the shirt from the floor. He stared at her perfect, heart shaped ass as she gave him a wicked little smile over her shoulder and said, “Dinner’s getting cold.”