Thunderstruck & Unleashed (L)

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless, furious assault that mirrored the storm brewing within me. It had started subtly, a distant rumble, but now, a full-blown thunderclap had ripped through the night, jolting me awake in the dead of night. Disoriented, I glanced across the bed at Ben, sprawled out on his stomach, his naked backside illuminated by the pale moonlight filtering through the clouds. There was something undeniably primal about the sight of him, vulnerable and exposed, and a sudden, insistent heat began to build in my core. I eased myself out of bed, careful not to disturb him, and padded silently towards the bathroom, the thunder a constant, percussive soundtrack to my movements.

The cool porcelain of the toilet seat offered a brief respite from the rising tide of desire, but my thoughts remained fixated on Ben. As I washed my face, I noticed the clock above the sink: 2:50 am. A ridiculous hour for any kind of intimacy, yet here I was, consumed by an urgent need to be close to him. Returning to the bedroom, I found Ben still asleep, now rolled onto his side, a thin sheet pulled haphazardly over his body. I pulled the covers back a little further, revealing more of his exposed flesh, and lingered for a moment, letting the sight of him fuel the fire within me. A quick glance at the rain-streaked window confirmed its continued fury, a fitting backdrop for the arousal that threatened to overwhelm me.

I crept into the kitchen, flicking on the light, and the sudden brightness seemed to amplify the heat that had taken hold. The clock confirmed my suspicions: 2:53 am. After downing a glass of milk, the coolness of which did little to quell the fever in my veins, I returned to bed, my senses heightened, anticipating the inevitable.

It didn't take long for my expectations to be met. A gentle pressure against my breast, light and insistent, drew my eyes to Ben. He was smiling, his hand continuing its slow, deliberate massage, his thumb tracing circles on my nipple. “Good morning, lady,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep, before kissing me softly on the lips. “What time is it?” he asked, his breath warm against my skin.

“A little after six,” I replied, my voice still thick with sleep. “It’s raining outside, as you can see.” He kissed me again, a lingering, possessive gesture that sent shivers down my spine. “You know I sleep pretty soundly, darling. I must have been out,” he said, his hand sliding down my torso, lingering over my midsection before gently pressing against my pubic mound.

“What do you think you are doing?” I asked, a playful challenge in my voice, and pulled my legs apart just a fraction, inviting his attention. “I don’t know, just thought maybe I might get lucky this morning,” he replied, his voice a low rumble, and his hand continued its exploration, caressing my sensitive flesh with increasing urgency. The scent of his arousal filled my senses, intoxicating and irresistible.

“You did, did you?” I giggled, widening the space between my legs, making it impossible for him to resist. As he continued his ministrations, I began to moan softly, the sound a primal expression of my mounting pleasure. My hand instinctively reached out, finding his hard cock, and I began to stroke it slowly, deliberately, savoring the texture and heat. “Babe, you might need to get the lube from the bathroom,” I said softly, my voice a breathless whisper.

“Sure thing!” Ben said, rising from the bed and heading towards the bathroom. I remained in bed, my legs spread wide, focusing all my energy on the sensations he was creating, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of his touch. As he emerged, his erect cock leading the way, he seemed to radiate confidence and anticipation. “Here ya go, sweetie!” he said, handing me the tube of lubricant, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and desire.

With trembling hands, I applied the thick, slippery substance to my labia, feeling its warmth spread across my clitoris. Ben watched, a knowing smile playing on his lips, his gaze tracing every movement as he continued to stroke my mound, teasing and tantalizing me with his touch. As my labia grew wetter, so did my moans, becoming louder, more insistent, a clear indication of my escalating pleasure. I reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer, our bodies pressed together in a silent plea for more. The scent of his arousal intensified, a potent reminder of the pleasure that awaited us.

“Ben! Baby! God, yesssss, like that. So fucking good!” I shrieked, my body convulsing with each thrust, my hips rotating instinctively to meet his pace. “Ohhhh, Baby! Baby, I’m gonna cum! Yessss, fuck, I’m cummmmiiinggg. Fuck!” My voice rose in pitch, a desperate plea for release, my muscles tensing as I felt the inevitable approaching.

Ben continued his assault, pounding me with relentless force, his movements growing increasingly frenzied. I pushed back, arching my back and pulling him closer, determined to reach the brink of ecstasy. The bed creaked under the strain of our passionate encounter, the sound a testament to the intensity of our desire. “Your pussy feels so good and warm!” Ben groaned, his voice strained with pleasure, as he continued to thrust, each movement sending shivers down my spine. “Yes! Take me! Fuck me; fuck this pussy, baby! Fuck me hard!” I panted into his ear, my breath hot and ragged, my body trembling uncontrollably. “Do it! Fuck me! I’m your slut, baby. Fuck me! Ohhhh, Baby! Baby, I’m cumming. Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck!” The words tumbled out of me in a torrent of need, a desperate release of pent-up desire.

As I reached climax, my body convulsed violently, my muscles clenching and releasing in a final, desperate spasm. The world seemed to spin around me, a kaleidoscope of sensations, before finally fading into blissful oblivion. Ben continued pounding me, unable to resist the urge to prolong our pleasure. Soon, he groaned deeply, his body wracked with spasms, before releasing his cum deep inside me, a warm, heavy tide washing over my senses.

We lay there for a long moment, both of us breathing deeply, our bodies slick with sweat and pleasure. “I love you, babe!” Ben said, his voice husky with emotion, before kissing me passionately, sealing our connection in a shared moment of intimacy. “I love you too!” I replied, my voice still shaky with pleasure, and got out of bed to find a wash cloth, cleaning his cum from my body. Then, I returned to the bed next to him, pulling the covers back up and arranging the pillow so that I could sit up against the headboard.

“How about we just skip church this morning and stay in bed? We can go tonight. Maybe this storm will pass on through by then,” Ben said, his voice a contented murmur. “That sounds good to me! I really don’t feel like getting out in this mess anyway,” I replied, a smile playing on my lips. As I watched him walk naked to the kitchen, my thoughts drifted back to the intense pleasure I had just experienced. His sculpted physique, honed from countless hours in the gym, was a constant source of both desire and admiration. It was a pleasure to watch him work out, knowing that it would only serve to further fuel my arousal.

I raised my knees up, spread my legs, and began to rub my fingers over my clit in a slow circular motion, savoring the anticipation and pleasure. Ben, observing my actions, smiled and reached for his phone, dialing a number and speaking softly into it. A few moments later, he rose from the bed and walked back into the bedroom, his cock now limp and satisfied. “Want some coffee? I can make us a pot,” he said, his voice full of affection. “Not now, thanks. You can make it if you want, though. I might take some a little later,” I replied, my gaze lingering on his exposed form.

As I watched him prepare the coffee, my thoughts continued to drift back to the intensity of our encounter, the raw passion and undeniable connection we had shared. The rain continued to beat against the windows, but inside, we had created our own little sanctuary, a world of pleasure and intimacy. It was a perfect morning, a testament to the enduring power of desire and the joy of shared intimacy.

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