Rain-Kissed Rendezvous

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my heart. He’d come home, really come home, after two days of solitude, and the anticipation had built into a tangible heat that radiated from my core. The scent of his cologne, familiar and comforting, filled the air as he stepped through the doorway, his shoulders slumped from the weight of the day. He dropped his briefcase, his coat, and a worn leather suitcase at the foot of the hall table, each action a deliberate act of surprise, as if he were unveiling a hidden treasure. The rain outside intensified, a torrent washing over the porch, mirroring the storm brewing within me.

“Nice to see you after two whole days!” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. He pulled me into a hug, a fierce, desperate embrace that spoke volumes about the longing that had consumed me. A quick, passionate kiss on my lips sealed the deal, confirming the delicious anticipation that had been building all afternoon. “I missed you too, honey! It’s so weird sleeping in that big bed all by myself.” The words hung in the air, laced with a hint of vulnerability, a glimpse into the quiet desperation that came with being alone. “Yeah, being in that hotel room by myself didn’t feel right, I wish you could have gone with me.” The admission, so frank and honest, only deepened the fire between us. “I’m so glad to be home where I belong. How are you?” “A little tired, and a little cold, it’s raining like cats and dogs outside!” His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer, a silent reassurance against the chill. “I can fix that!” The words were a promise, a declaration of intent that sent a jolt of pure pleasure through my veins. I leaned into him, my body trembling with a mixture of relief and excitement. A quick, passionate kiss on his lips deepened into something more urgent, a desperate plea for connection. I wrapped my arms around his waist, squeezing him tight, letting him know exactly what was on my mind. My fingers traced the line of his muscles, sending a delicious shiver through my entire being. I felt his lips turn to a smile, a slow, deliberate curve of his mouth that ignited a burning desire within me. “Yeah, that’s making a difference all right, I feel my body warming up already.” He pulled me close, his arms enveloping me completely, drawing me into his embrace. He kissed my forehead before bringing me in for a hug, his hands instinctively reaching for my nipples, teasing me with his touch. I always felt so secure in his arms, a feeling that transcended mere physical comfort, a deep-seated trust that settled like a warm blanket over my soul. One of my favorite things about him was how safe he made me feel, an unwavering sense of protection that allowed me to shed all inhibitions and embrace the raw, untamed desires that simmered beneath the surface.

Suddenly, a tremor ran through him, a subtle shift in his posture that betrayed the hidden tensions beneath his calm exterior. I missed him all weekend, and now was the time to show him just how much. I pulled away from his embrace, holding his hands, giving him a knowing smile. “I know you’re cold, but I have something on my bucket list I’ve always wanted to do, and now is the perfect time to cross it off. And I’d love to show you how glad I am to have you back home.” “Oh, and what would that be?” His smile mirrored my own, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure we were about to unleash. “Let me show you.” I turned away from him, slowly walking towards the door leading to the backyard, my dress riding up slightly, revealing the delicate curve of my cheeks and the subtle hint of my commandos beneath. The rain continued its relentless assault, washing over my skin and intensifying the heat that radiated from my core. I felt a surge of both excitement and trepidation as I reached the back door, turning around to see him unbuttoning his shirt and walking towards me, a predatory glint in his eyes. As I stepped outside, into the torrential downpour, I let the rain pour over me, soaking my clothes and chilling my skin, but it did little to dampen the flames that raged within me. I turned around to see him, a silhouette against the gray backdrop of the storm, pulling me into his arms, his embrace tight and possessive. We kissed passionately, our tongues dancing together in the driving rain, a primal act of connection that drowned out the world around us. With this much rain and a ten-foot tall wooden fence, it was pretty safe to say no one would see us. We continued making out as I pulled his shirt off and threw it in the grass. I ran my hands up and down his back and he continued kissing down my neck. He made his way to my left breast and started sucking over the fabric of my dress. I let out soft moans and my nipples continued to grow in his mouth as he alternated between squeezing and sucking. Finally he pulled my breast out of the top of my dress and things started to get even more heated.

Before I exploded, I gently pulled on his hair to bring his face back up to mine. I forced his tongue in my mouth as I reached down and unbuckled his belt as fast as I could, and freed his member. I started to stroke it and rub my thumb over the head, then he pushed his pants to the ground and stepped out of them to let me continue. He moaned in my mouth and pulled me closer to his body to let his penis and my hand hit my stomach. He pulled my dress up slightly to run his hands over my butt. “This is the best idea you ever had,” he moaned between kisses and I continued to fondle him and he continued massaging my behind. Finally he pulled off my dress over my head and laid me down in the grass. “Aren’t you afraid of getting dirty?” he asked me. I didn’t even think about it honestly. “Does it really look like I care right now?” I laughed, the sound echoing through the rain-soaked air. We both chuckled, because normally I would be all about making sure everything was clean before we did the dead, but right now wasn’t the time or place. He continued to stroke me slowly and gently, teasing me for as long as he could. “Please give it to me, I want you so bad.” I knew he was enjoying his pleasure as he pulled his finger out and sucked them off. “Oh you’re in trouble now,” he joked as he suddenly stuck his stiff rod in me and hit my g-spot immediately. I gasped for air as it caught me off guard. He pushed his hair out of his face and just stared into my eyes with that sweet face of his, and grinned at me before kissing the tip of my nose. “I’m sorry baby.” “Don’t be sorry, just finish what you started!” I screamed out as our orgasms both hit at the same time and I felt him release a few times inside me. It was one of the best orgasms I ever had. He rolled off me and we both lay there in the rain, coming back down from our high. He pulled me towards him and I rested my head on his chest as he held my hand and wrapped his arm around me. “Welcome home.” I said as I looked up at him. “Glad I could help you with your bucket list.” We stayed there like that for a few minutes before we went back inside and dried off before snuggling up on the floor in front of the fireplace. The rain continued its insistent drumming against the roof, a constant reminder of the wild, uninhibited passion we had just experienced. As I gazed into his eyes, I knew that this was just the beginning. The longing, the desire, the raw, untamed energy that had simmered beneath the surface would continue to burn brightly, fueling our love and connecting us in ways that transcended words. It was a beautiful chaos, a perfect storm of pleasure and desire, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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