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Eye of the Storm

By: playful Kitten26



The rain was falling heavier by the second and the sky was being split open by lightning. I sat in my car in the middle of the road and rested my head against the steering wheel as I fought to get my breath back. My head was spinning from my close call. I lifted my head and looked around me, I was surrounded on all sides by the tree that had fallen right in my path.

Sitting there images started to flicker through my head like a movie across a screen. First I saw the lightning streak through the sky and hit the tree right in front of me. The noise was deafening and the lightning blinded me. Through the spots I was still seeing, I saw the tree breaking in half as it started to fall. As if in slow motion it was falling right in front of me. I slammed on my breaks and fishtailed, then I came to an abrupt halt as the massive tree landed on my hood crushing it under the weight.

I started to shake all over as it finally hit me how close I had come to dying. If that tree had landed any closer to me I would have been crushed. As it was I was lucky the limbs hadn't came crashing through the windshield and ripped me to shreds. I pushed at the door but couldn't get it to budge because of the damage done to the frame of my car. 

Something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention and I looked back through my cracked windshield to see headlights stopped up ahead of me on the road. The driver's door was open and a man running through the driving rain toward me. I watched as he fought his way through the tree branches around my door. 

I let out a small yelp when he started banging on my window. I looked at him and saw his lips moving. I just simply stared at him before my mind started processing what was happening. I slowly shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs, then reached down and began to roll my window down.

"My god, are you okay?" he demanded. I gazed up at him and watched as the rain ran down his face. My eyes focused on his lips as he formed his words. 

"Sexy mouth." The words slipped from my lips as I sat staring up at him. Of all things I should have been thinking about, it was his lips that held me captive.

He laughed softly as he looked at me. "I think you're in shock. We should get you out of this car and call the police. Can you move?"

I looked down at my seat belt and tried to release it with hands that had gone cold and numb. Seeing the trouble I was having he reached in through the window and released it. He smiled at me as he took the upper part of my arm and helped me move around in my seat so I could slide up through the window. I leaned back into his strong chest as I climbed free of my once beautiful car.

As I planted my feet on the wet ground the world tilted and my sight started to go black around the edges. I pitched forward and would have hit the car if his arms had not wrapped around me and lifted me up. He carried me through the labyrinth of limbs as if I weighed no more than a feather. When we reached his truck he gently began to lower my body to the ground, slowly sliding me against him until my feet touched the ground. He kept his arm around my waist as he opened the door and maneuvered me into the cab. 

"Are you ok?" When I didn't answer he leaned closer and grabbed a blanket from behind the seat. He shook it open and wrapped it around my shoulders then picked up my hands and started to rub them with his own trying to get some warmth back into them. He glanced back up at me and gave me a small crooked smile. "I saw the lightning strike the tree and it started to fall before I even realized there was a car coming. I slammed on my brakes and I swear I held my breath until I was sure that tree had not crushed you."

I glanced back at my car then up at him. My eyes filled with tears and my bottom lip began to quiver. I took it between my teeth and looked away as I wiped my cheek and tried to compose myself. I flinched slightly when I felt his warm touch on my cheek as he wiped away a tear I had missed. I hated to ever let anyone see me cry it had always made me feel weak. I looked back at him as I fought my emotions. I wasn't even sure why I was crying, I should have been dancing and celebrating the fact that I was alive and unhurt.

I gave him a shaky smile. " I'm ok thanks." I looked away as my voice quivered. "I'm not even sure why I am crying." 

"Considering everything you have been through tonight it is totally reasonable for your emotions to be out of whack. Plus I was beginning to get a little worried about you." He said giving me another small smile.

I looked up into his eyes and tilted my head to the side. "Why?" I asked. He was about to answer when lightning shot through the sky again and the thunder boomed. I jumped and let out a little scream. Before I knew what I was doing I jumped into his arms and buried my face in his neck and started to shake all over. He wrapped me tight in his arms and moved closer to the truck. When he started to remove my arms from around his neck I clung tighter to him, trying to push myself inside of him. I felt his hands moving on my back in small circles and his warm breath in my ear as he made soothing noises. I could feel the beginning of an untimely arousal beginning it flow through my veins. I gently rubbed my breast against him and tingles shot from my nipples through the rest of my body making me light headed. 

He slowly set me away from him, then lifted me back onto the seat. He followed me into the truck and lifted me onto his lap and gently pressed my head back on his shoulder. I sat there listening to his heartbeat while watching the rain coat the window. I lifted my head and turned it just enough to look at him through my lashes. I noticed for the first time that he looked vaguely familiar to me. I couldn't place where I had seen him but I knew I had so I focused on his eyes and tried to remember. I was new to town and may have seen him around but I wasn't sure.

Gazing up at him I noticed he had dark eyes but in the light of the cab I couldn't decide if they were brown or dark blue. His nose was straight and fitted his rugged features perfectly. He had a strong square jaw with a dimple in the center. I looked at the dimple and decided I really liked it, I liked it so much I wanted to lean up and kiss it. I pushed the thought away and continued on perusal of his face. He had high check bones and a small scare near his hairline of his sandy brown hair. All together he had a very strong face, not one I would call hansom but one that would always attract female attention.

I lifted my hand and touched the scare wondering how he had gotten it. His skin was hot to my touch and I could have sworn I felt an electric jolt when I had first touched him. I looked back into his eyes and for the first time notice the expression on his face. He looked like he was in shock. His eyes were caressing my face and I wondered if he had felt the jolt too. I also wondered how bad I looked after my dowsing in the rain. 

He shook his head as if to clear it, then lifted me from his lap and gently placed me beside him before moving over under the steering wheel. He placed both hands on it while looked back at my car. "We need to go call the police and tell them about the tree blocking the road before someone comes flying down through here and hit's it and your car." He glanced at me then started the truck. "I only live a few minutes from here, we can call from there."

I felt a little apprehensive about going anywhere with him but I knew the only other choice I had was to wait with my car. I was about to suggest just that when lightning lit the sky again and the thunder shook the truck. That changed my mind really quickly, I turned my head and shook it a little to agree then wrapped my arms around myself. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him, neatly tucking me to his side. He slowly pulled onto the road, pulled a U-turn and headed in the opposite direction.

We both rode in silence each lost in their own thoughts. I sat up a little straighter when he turned into a driveway. It was a long dark gravel road that looked like it led to no where. I shoot him a look and he answered my unasked question. "My house is just up around the next curve." I sat back and waited but just like he had said his house came into view. It was a large A-frame log cabin. It had a wrap around porch and the entire front was windows. All around it were trees and in the front was a small stream with a footbridge across. It was so beautiful that even in the middle of a storm I couldn't look away. 

He pulled up beside the house and cut the engine. The silence wrapped around us as we listened to the rain hammer down on the roof of the cab. He reached for his door before looking back at me. "We're going to have to make a run for it. Are you up for that?"

I shook my head yes and scooted closer to him on the bench-seat. He pushed open the door and jumped out then turn to help me down. He grabbed my hand as we started to run to his front porch. We hit the steps and were under the over-hang of the porch in a matter of seconds. We both shook off some of the water and then started to laugh. It was exhilarating to run through a storm that way, I loved the feeling of the adrenaline rushing through my veins. I knew he felt the same way by his expression on his handsome face. 

He moved to the door and opened it for me before stepping inside. He left the door open as he walked down a long hallway and turned on a light. I heard his voice and moved toward it. I entered the room to hear him telling someone about my car and the tree. I could tell something was wrong when all expression left his face and he went still. He looked up at me then answered the person on the phone. " Yeah, we will keep a watch out for it." He got quiet again as he listened. Then he reached over and turned the radio on. "Yeah, I've got it on now. Thanks… We'll keep an eye out and take cover if it gets close to us. Yeah… thanks, bye." 

He hung up the phone and walked over to the refrigerator, open the door and took out a beer before turning and holding one up for me. I shook my head no while I watched him closely. He raised his eyes from the floor and looked straight at me. "We have a small problem, it looks like there is a chance a tornado might be hitting this area. The cop I talked to told me one had been reported not to far from us. He told us to keep an eye out and listen to the radio to keep posted but to stay put."

I turn around and walked to the window over the sink. The storm had picked up, the wind was almost bending the trees over and the rain was falling heavier by the second. Without taking my eyes off the scene in front of me I voiced my one major concern. " Is there anywhere here we can go if one does hit us?"

"Yeah, I have a basement that is stocked for just this kind of thing." He walked up beside me and watched for a few seconds before moving a step back.

"I hate this kind of weather. I always have, even back when I was a kid." I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered. He was watching me closely and moved toward the door speaking to me over his shoulder.

"Let me get you something dry to wear before you get sick." I turn to see him disappearing through the door. A few minutes later he was back holding a small pile of cloths in his hand. "This is all I could find that wouldn't fall off of you. Sorry."

I took them from him and looked down to see what he had found. It was a black pair of silk boxer shorts and white cotton T-shirt. I looked back up at him and smiled. "Thanks, this'll work just fine. Is there somewhere I can change?"

"Yeah, follow me." With that he turn and lead the way back down the hall to the first door I had passed on my way to the kitchen. He reached in, turn the light on then backed out of my way. Stepping past him my shoulder brushed against his chest. We both froze, it felt like I had touched a live wire. The sensation shot through my arm, into my body and ended in the pit of my stomach. I sucked in a deep breath and peeped up at him to see if he had noticed. He was watching my face and standing very still. I gave him a small smile and reached to close the door. He stepped out of the way then turned and headed toward the kitchen again. I stood there watching him for a second while I admired his backside. It was as fine as the front in my opinion, but I had always been an eyes and butt watcher. 

I closed the door and leaned up against it before moving farther into the room. It was a quaint old-fashioned room with a claw foot bathtub. I walked to the sink and turned on the water before glancing up at the mirror. What I saw there made me freeze in horror. My long dark drown hair hung limp and in strands around my face but worse than that, my mascara had run and I looked like a raccoon with green eyes. I shook my head and laughed at the last thought until it occurred to me there was no way in the word he could have been attracted to me. "Just my luck to meet a nice attractive guy while I look like shit." I thought to myself.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach I leaned forward and washed my face. I grabbed a towel off the hook when I was done and looked back into the mirror. "Much, much better." I told my reflection. I looked more like myself now. Leaning closer to the mirror I categorize the rest of my features with a small smile. My lips were a berry red although I washed away any lipstick I had put on earlier. My cheekbones were high and prominent and my nose small. All together I looked like a drowned rat with cute face. 

I laughed at myself and started to take my wet clothes off. I pulled my shirt over my head and draped it over the shower curtain rod. I lifted my hands to my breast and felt the cups of my bra and took it off too because it was also soaked. I turned back at the mirror then and saw the picture I made standing there in nothing but my jeans. My high firm breast with their nipples hard from the cold and rain stood at attention begging to be caressed. I raised my hands and cupped the in my hands, fondling the slightly while I watched my hands in the mirror. I felt weird standing in a strange mans house half nude while I played with my tits so I picked up his shirt and pulled it on before I pushed my pants down and off. I started to pull on the boxer before I noticed how wet my little white panties were. They were completely soaked and had become transparent. I stood in indication before deciding to go ahead and take them off too. It was not as if he would ever know that I was completely nude under his clothes. Although thinking he might guess made me a little wet for a different reason.

After I was finished getting dressed I grabbed his hairbrush and went to work on my hair. I pulled it back in to a pony-tail and tied it back with a band I had found in my jeans. I stepped away from the sink and looked around the floor to make sure I had not dropped anything before I glanced back up at the mirror. The girl looking back at me could have been the girl next door, even though I didn't feel like one. I looked about sixteen instead of twenty-six with my face scrubbed clean and my hair pulled back like it was. I dismissed the thought and turned to leave the room. With my hand on the knob I stopped as something occurred to me. I didn't even know my knights in shining armor's name. I was going to have to change that.

I entered the kitchen in time to hear the end on the news broadcast on the radio. They were telling everyone in our area to take cover because another tornado had been spotted making it's way right for our small town. I wrapped my arms around myself and moved up to where he stood in front of the window. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. "You know you pulled me from my car and brought me to your house and even gave me your clothes to wear but I still don't know your name." He looked at me and started laughing. I loved his smile and his laugh was deep and mellow and made me feel slightly over heated.

"My name is John Erikkson. And you are Rein Sutherland." I gave him a startled look and he answered my silent question. "This is a small town after all. Everybody knew your name within a week of you moving here. Plus with a first name like yours it made people talk all the more." He said with a shrug.

I tilted my head a little while thought about that before I started to laugh. "Yeah I guess I can see that. I have often wondered what mom was thinking when she named me that. But I think I got off lucky, my sister is named Storm and my brother is named Thor." I realized I was babbling and looked back at him and noticed he was watching my lips. My mouth went dry and I nervously licked my lips, leaving them moist. He followed the motion with his eyes and I could see a fire start to burn there. Then he cleared his throat and looked away but the moment was lost.

"I went ahead and took some things down to the basement while you were changing. I think we should be heading down before this storm gets too bad." He moved over to a door off of the kitchen and opened it. I followed him over and looked down the stairs. About that time the lights flickered then went off. I jumped and moved closer to where he was standing, pressing up against him. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer. "Shh. It's going to be ok. Just hold on to me, I left a lamp burning downstairs just in case this happened. There is enough light coming up to help us get down there without falling. I promise." He started moving down the steps then with me held close to his side. 

When we hit the bottom step the weak light spread around us. He held on to me long enough to lead me over to an overstuffed couch that was pushed up against the wall under the stairs. I sat down and looked around taking stock of the small room. The couch I sat on was the only furniture in the room. The walls were covered with shelves that looked like the held enough food to last a couple of years. Although the light barely reached every corner of the room I was very thankful we had it.

The small basement was chilly and I began to shiver again. Goose flesh cover my entire body and I started to rub my arms trying to warm up a little bit. John glanced at me about that time and moved to me, picking up a blanket as he passed a small box. He stopped in front of me and unfolded it before spreading it across my legs. He gave me a small smile before going back to the radio and trying to pick up the station we had been listening to before the lights went out. 

Even down here I could hear the wind howling and the thunder rattling the windows as the storm upgraded itself into a tornado. I pulled the blanket closer as I shut my eyes and hoped the storm would pass by soon. The sound of music filled the room and I open my eyes to see John moving closer to me. He sat beside of me and placed his arm across the back of the couch. "You really hate storms don't you, and it isn't because of your accident is it?" he asked.

As he had come closer to me a lock of hair had fallen over his forehead and my fingers itched to brush it back for him. Instead I turned my head and stared straight ahead. " I grew up fearing storms. When I was a child I used to hide under my bed and cover up my head when storms hit. I sometimes think if I had been named something else I wouldn't be so afraid. Sounds crazy though doesn't it?"

I turned my head and for the first time noticed how close we were to each other. I watched his lips move as he answered me and wanted to lean in and feel them against mine. "It's not weird really. I guess I can understand it." When he finished speaking I looked back up into his eyes and noticed what a pretty shade of blue they were. I remember wondering what color they were back in his truck and now I knew. They were a royal blue, deep dark, gorgeous blue.


Eye of the Storm



I let my eyes wander back at his lips and felt a tingle start in my belly again. He really did have gorgeous lips. The bottom one was thick and kissable and the top was slim in comparison. I jumped slightly when he spoke again.

"I wish you wouldn't look at me that way." I raised my eyes to his and saw desire there. I took a deep breath and looked away from him. This was not like me to be so attracted to a guy I just meet. But in the back of my mind something keep bothering me. I felt like I had met him somewhere but I could not remember. For a split second I thought of dreams but pushed the thought away.

"Have I meet you before tonight?" I looked back at him while I waited for his answer. I noticed the surprise cross his face but he shook his head no. "I feel like I have meet you or at least seen you somewhere, have I?"

"I have been seeing you all around town for last couple of months but I don't think I have ever talked to you." He said, his eyes slowly caressing my face.

The entire time he was talking I was watching his lips and wandering what they would feel like on my lips, on my body. Before I even knew what I was going to do, I was leaning over and placing a light kiss on his oh-so-kissable lips. He went completely still for a second then his lips came alive under mine. He took control of the kiss then by thrusting his tongue inside of my mouth. "This is what I needed," I thought to myself. It was one of the last thoughts I would be having for a long time.

I was lost in sensations, my breast crushed against his strong torso and my head was spinning from the intoxicating taste of him. He slowly ran his hands up and down my back as he pulled me even closer to him. Then his hands were on my hips, gripping me tighter and lifting up to straddle him then. He broke the kiss and looked at me for a second as we both fought to get our breathing back under control. "Are you sure about this?" He ran his hand up my leg and toyed with the hem of the boxers I wore. "If you're not, now is the time to tell me so I can stop."

I gazed up into his dark as night eyes then leaned in slowly and placed a light kiss on his lips. I pulled back just enough to smile at him to let him know what my answer was before once again lowering my head. I kissed him deeply, loving his taste on my tongue before I pulled away and started to nibble my way along his jaw until I came to the dimple that I had wanted to taste since I first saw him in the rain. I flicked my tongue out and tasted his salty skin. I closed my eyes as I savored his unique scent and taste as it went straight to my head. 

He groaned deep in his throat as he ran his hands up my back then into my hair. He grabbed my ponytail, wrapped it around his hand and pulled my lips up to his. Our tongues danced and tangled as we sought a deeper union, but the kiss wasn't enough anymore. I wanted to feel him moving inside of me, filling me. I was hurting with the need consuming me and filling my body with a heat unlike any I had ever known before. A whimper slipped from my lips as I rubbed my pussy against his jeans. It was so frustrating knowing that the only thing separating me from the release I craved was his jeans and a small layer of silk.

Breaking the kiss, John raised his head and searched my face before lifting me from his lap. He gently lowered me to the couch and moved over me. He placed a soft kiss on my lips before giving me a small smile and reaching for my shirt. He pushed it up below my breast and nibbled at my ribs before pushing the shirt the rest of the way up to bunch under my arms. As the cool air washed over my sensitive nipples I shivered and looked up into his eyes, the heat in their depths warmed me. I lifted my arms and back a little to help him remove the shirt before pulling him head back up to me for another kiss.

Kissing him deeply I raked my nails down his back and pulled his shirt from the waistband of his jeans. I wanted to feel his flesh against my own and became impatient as I fought to remove the damp material. Pulling away from me, John lifted the shirt over his head and tossed it to the far corner of the room, while I let my eyes feast on what he had uncovered. I felt like a child at Christmas unwrapping presents. I was never happy with just one, I had to have them all unwrapped. That is how I felt about getting him out of his clothes.

His hands slid down my sides to my hips and pulled me back onto his lap. He lifted me up until my breasts were even with his mouth. He places little kisses all around my breast then nuzzled the valley between before sucking on of my nipples into his moist mouth. His gently suckling sent shock waves through my entire body making the muscles in my stomach clench. I threw my head back and grabbed a fist full of hair to hold him to my aching breast. He released one nipple to suck the other one into the warm recesses of his mouth. 

When I could stand no more I pushed away and kissed him gently before sliding my body down the length of his until I was on the floor in front of him. Rising to my knees I grabbed his hips and pulled him to the edge of the cushion. I leaned forward and took the materiel beside the snap between my teeth and pulled on it. I looked up at John when it came free and smiled before going back to my unwrapping. I took the metal zipper tab between my teeth and pulled it down slowly never breaking eye contact. I could feel his growing erection behind the thick material; the denim was stretched taunt over him making it tough to lower the tab. He lowered his hands to help me but I pushed them away and shook my head no. Just to show him who was in control I placed my lips on him through the jeans and blew, surrounding his dick with my hot moist breath. He groaned deep in his throat and his hips pushed against my mouth. I smiled to myself and raised my hands to his hips and started to pull the jeans from his body. He lifted his hips and smiled at me as I worked them down his long legs then over his heels, then tossed them to the floor, forgotten.

Taking my bottom lip between my teeth, I stood and slowly pushed my boxers off my hips to let them fall to the floor. Remembering what I had been thinking in the bathroom gave me a knotty little rush and I could feel my body becoming even damper. I smiled down at him than leaned forward to place a light kiss on his lips. I raised my head than looked at his gorgeous body in all its nude glory for the first time. Seeing the thick shaft I had just freed made my pussy clinch and made my mouth water. I lowered myself back to the floor and leaned forward to take him in my hands. I lightly caressed him from head to base before repeating the action with the tip of my tongue. He was average in length, about seven inches but he was so thick. I could barely wrap my fingers around him as I guided it into my mouth to taste him fully. I started to gently suck him into my mouth, playing with the head with my tongue. I pulled him out and wrapped my tongue around the tip before flicking it a couple of times. His shaft throbbed in my hand and I wanted to feel it in my mouth. I sucked it deep into my mouth a couple of times before letting it slide down my throat. I was working his cock slowly in and out of my mouth but his moan of pleasure urged me to go faster. I greedily began to suck at him, taking more and more of his shaft into my mouth before I angled my head over him and lowered my mouth all the way to the hilt. His cock slid down my throat and I swallowed, knowing that it would feel like I was swallowing him. I caressed him this way until I couldn't fight the need to have him inside of me, stretching me and filling me, anymore. I stood and moved to stand over him licking my lips, loving the taste of him on my tongue.

I placed my knee beside of him and my hand on his shoulder as I leaned forward to kiss him deeply. As I slid my tongue into his mouth I slowly lowered myself back onto his lap. I rocked my hips against him and the feeling of his hard dick pushing between my pussy lips took my breath away. I broke the kiss and laid my head on his shoulder as I again repeated the action. I gently bit his shoulder to keep from crying out as sensations tore through my body making me shudder. He grabbed my hips and tilted me forward and repeated the action. At this angle my clit rubbed against his shaft and I was unable to hold back my moan of pleasure any longer. Over and over he repeated the action while adding to the friction and moving faster until I was sobbing and begging him to be inside of me.

He ran his hands down my back and grabbed my ass pulling me closer to him and tilting my hip just enough so the tip of his cock barely entered me. I tried to push back on his dick to get him farther into me but his hands my hips gripped me tighter keeping me from gaining what I wanted most of all, him all the way inside of me up to the hilt. I whimpered and bit him hard on the shoulder making him groan deep in his throat before he thrust hard and fast into me before pulling back, almost all the way out again. I cried out and struggled to push back down on him but he held tight, barely letting the tip enter me.

Sensations rushing through me and fighting for breath I grabbed his hair in my fist and pulled his mouth up to meet mine. I thrust me tongue deep into his mouth and mimicked what I desperately wanted him to do on my aching pussy. Over and over I pushed my tongue into his mouth before enticing his tongue into my mouth so I could gently suck it. The kiss went on and on before he slowly let more of his dick start to slide deeper into me. Slowly he let me slid onto his shaft, stretching me slowly before he would grip my hips tight and lift me almost off of him again. Then with out notice he brought my hips down hard on him until he was finally buried to the hilt in me. I broke the kiss and I threw my head back to moan in pleasure. Rocking against him and loving the feeling of being stretch to the limit with him throbbing deep inside of me. He felt so good, thick and solid in me, I never wanted the feeling coursing through me to end. 

Slowly raising my body I slid to the tip of his dick, just like he had been doing to torture me. I worked the tip in and out for a second before sliding back down until he was to the hilt inside of me and rocked my hips against him. Over and over I did this, until we both were fighting for breath. I started to ride him faster and faster until I was my entire body was tingling. He let me set the pace, his hands gripping my hips and his head laid back on the couch with his eyes focused on my own. The look in his eyes urged me on so I increased my pace even more while I watched the fire in his eyes burn higher.

All of a sudden he was lifting me up and off him as he turned and placed me on my knees facing the arm of the couch and moved behind me. He placed his hand in the middle of my back and pushed me down while he slowly slid back into my wet pussy. He set a pace that was making it hard to breathe but it still wasn't enough. I could feel my own orgasm building inside of me and I fought to reach the point where I could fly.

I could feel the beginning of my release when he pulled out of me and replaced his dick with his tongue, thrusting it in and out of me before flicking my clit. He moved and put his head between my legs and pulled me down to sit on his face. He pushed a finger into me than a second as he sucked my clit into his mouth and lightly bit it sending shock waves through me and pushing me over the edge. My pussy convulsed around his fingers and as my release tore through me I threw my head back and screamed.

He continued to lightly lick me until I settled down some, then he moved behind me again. He pushed back into me slowly and set a deliberate pace to build my tension back up. Gradually he built up speed until he was slamming into me making my cry out in pleasure. I began to meet his every thrust, pushing back into him wanting him deeper and deeper.

He ran his hands up my side than he grabbed my ponytail and wrapped it around his fist. He pulled my head back making my back arch and sending him deeper into me, to the very core of my being. A scream slipped past my lips as my pussy started to convulse again. As my second orgasm rushed through me jolts of pure lighting ran through my blood. My knees threatened to collapse beneath me as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. 

He released my hair and grabbed my hips to pull them into his as he thrust harder and hard into me as he too was caught in tidal wave of my orgasm. My pussy was gripping him and pulling his own release from his body. With on final fierce thrust he buried himself deep inside of me and wrapped his arms around me as he too found his release. I could feel him throbbing inside of me pussy and tightened my muscles around him, holding him deep inside of me. He groaned deep in his throat before he bite me on shoulder and slowly began to pull out of me. I pushed back against him sending him back deep inside me again. 

With his arms still around me, and his softening dick still deep inside of me he lay down on the couch. He slowly dragged the forgotten blanket up over both of us. He placed a kiss on my shoulders as we lay there listening the wind howling and the rain and storm pounding the house. 

We were both silent for a long time as we were both lost in our own thought. Ever once in a while he would kiss my neck and pull me even tighter to him as he slowly began to drift off to sleep. I closed my eyes and listened to his deepening breathing before I started to get drowsy too. A sleep smile came to my lips as John nuzzled my neck again in his sleep. 

I closed my eyes then opened them again as a thought struck me. This was the first time I could ever remember not being terrified in a storm. I smiled to myself and turned my head to kiss John lightly on the lips before settling down to sleep. As I started to float in a mist of dreams a thought came to me. I had just walked through a raging storm and come through the eye into a type of pleasure I had only heard about but never truly experienced until now.



Eye of the Storm



The wind swirled through the trees, angrily howling with the coming storm. Lightning crashed through the sky. Thunder cracked and rolled through the forest. And two pairs of foot steps raced through the dampened underbrush in seek of shelter. 

Running as fast as they could move, two strangers thrown together by simple chance clung to each other. Rain began beating down upon them. Panic rolled through both their bodies. The intensity of the surging storm pushed them onward. They had to find safety soon, or they would get swept away in the storms furry.

From the top of a rising hill, across the other side of a clearing, stood a log cabin. Uncut weeds and fallen branches surrounded the small structure. Rusted tools sat leaning against a leaning shed. There was a general atmosphere of abandon almost emanating from the cabin. But it was shelter.

They raced the weather, desperate to escape the cold. They were soaking wet and shivering by the time they managed to get the door closed tight. Lightning light up the single room, throwing shadows across the walls. They stumbled through the room. Lightning crashed once more, revealing an old forgotten lamp.

He pumped the oil and struck the flint. With luck, the lamp burst into life. A small glow penetrated the darkness. A strange collection of odds and ends littered the floor. In one corner, a pile of unidentifiable items cast sharp angles and shadows. In another, a large dresser that appeared ready to fall over leaned against the wall. Across from that sat a strange chair that appeared to have strange lengths of tassels dangling from every corner. In the farthest corner was an old cushioned chair big enough for two, but too low for any person to sit comfortably in it. And in the center of the room sat a large king sized four-poster bed. 

The two strangers looked at each other. The woman, pushing her hair out of her eyes, looked utterly puzzled. The man appeared intrigued and quite amused. He looked around and found a hook hanging from the ceiling. Attaching the lamp to it, he turned towards the woman. His eyes shone in the dim light. Thunder clapped and vibrated the walls. Yes, he was definitely amused. 

The woman jumped with the vibrations. She looked around the room and shivered. Near the door, she noticed a small fire pit. Squatting down by it, she finds a small piece of tinder. Strangely enough, the pit has been laid with fresh logs. She uses the small flame in the lamp to ignite the kindling and gets a small fire started. Rubbing her hands to the warm, she looks over her shoulder.

The man was going through the pile of strange items. In the flickering light, she could see a grin spreading across his face. She watched him replace an odd shaped harness and walk over to the dresser. He opened drawers one by one, fingering their contents carefully. He lifts one out of the bottom drawer and inspects it carefully. Opening the backside, he pulled out two small cylinder items, turned them in his hands, then replaced them and closed the casing. A small click almost vibrated through the room.  

The storm outside raged on. The wind's howling began to beat against the walls. A dull hum filled the room, almost drowning out his footsteps as he moved towards the fire. 

"We should be safe in here," he said loud enough to be heard over the wind. He put his hands to the fire, then rubbed them to his face. He stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. 

"What are you doing?" She snapped, rising to her own feet. 

"I'm taking off my wet clothes. What's it look like?" He replied casually. "I'm not going to freeze to death in these wet things. You may want to consider it yourself." He grinned and eyed her up and down. 

She shivered and turned her flushing face away from him. She heard his shirt fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and undid his zipper. They too hit the floor with a heavy thump. She could still hear him moving around for a few moments, then she heard him shaking out his clothes and laying them out in front of the fire. She spared a glance in his direction and gasped as she realized he'd stripped completely naked!

She blushed and quickly looked away. She could feel his eyes on her. She shivered and pulled at her wet clothes. They were soaked and clinging to her already cold skin. The thought of removing them sounded good. But her modesty wouldn't allow it. It wouldn't be proper!

"You're a shy one," he chuckled. "Relax, it's not like neither of us have seen what naked bodies look like before."

She heard him walk across the room, open a drawer, and come back to stand behind her. She kept her eyes averted. She felt his arm reach around her and she tightened. His silent laugh touched the back of her neck. He was holding a cup for her. She took it with shaky hands and smelled it's contents. The strong stench of alcohol penetrated her nose. She jerked it away from herself and crinkled her nose. 

"I found it in one of the drawers. You may not like it, but it'll help warm you up." He was laughing as he reached around her once more and pushed the cup towards her lips. "I'm not going to just stand here and let you freeze to death."

"I don't drink," she replied. "I never have." Once again, she heard him laughing at her.

"You can either drink this, or you can strip off your freezing wet clothes."

She spun around to face him, her eyes filled with outrage. She pointed a finger to his chest, then blushed again remembering he was naked. She quickly tried to spin back around. 

He caught her by the shoulders and kept her facing him. Her drink splashed over his skin. He stared down into her eyes. "You choose, or I choose," he threatened. He could feel her shivering. Her lips had a slight hint of blue to them. He watched despair flash across her angry stare. 

She closed her eyes and tried to pull away. He was stronger than she was, by far. His grip tightened on her shoulders, almost bruising her. She groaned and put the cup to her lips. She tasted the liquid and nearly gagged. He squeezed a bit more for a moment. She threw back her head and gulped down the drink in one gulp.

She began coughing and sputtering. He released his hold on her shoulders and moved over to sit on the bed. She glared his way, then averted her eyes once more. She was furious. He wasn't even making an attempt at modesty!

He sat there, legs dangling off the edge of the bed. He looked around in the flickering light. His grin never left his lips. He watched her from the corner of his eye. She was making faces and gulping breaths of air. He could see her shaking as she sat by the fire trying to warm herself. Once he's stripped off his wet clothes, the cabin really was quite cozy. 

Her throat felt as though it was burning, and that fire was spreading from her stomach throughout her body. She shook again, and clutched her arms to her chest. She was so cold! She carefully glanced over her shoulder. He looked so relaxed and comfortable. Her eyes traveled down her soaked body, then to his clothes spread before the fire. Jealousy began building, and she scolded herself for even considering such an unacceptable thing!

He laid back on the bed, meaning as he shifted around to get comfortable. The container he'd gotten the alcohol from sat next to him. He glanced at it and smiled. His eyes drifted back to her. He could see she was still shaking. He noticed her watching him and he gave a small motion for her to join him. He chuckled when he quickly turned her head once more. 

The heat inside her body began to subside. She sighed gratefully, then realized she wasn't shaking as much as she had been. She was still cold, but it was bearable. She cursed him under her breath for being right. Grunting, she rose to her feet and looked around the room without seeing the bed he was now stretched out on. 

Where would some clothing be stashed away? Sure a cabin the middle of the woods would have some kind of garment for emergencies. She decided to start with the dresser, the most logical place. She took one step. Her head swam. The room began to spin. 

She clutched her head in her hands and tried to keep from falling. Something was supporting her, holding her up. Her knees threatened to buckle. She grasped on to something. Her body swayed. Her vision darkened. She fell into nothingness.

She struggled to open her eyes. Loud winds made their way to her ears. Light flashed across what little she could see for a moment. She groaned and tried to move. Her body refused to budge. She took a deep breath and forced her eyes to open. At first, she wasn't sure she had succeeded. The dense darkness soon faded into a warm glow coming from one side of the room. She turned her head toward the light, only to find that it too would not move. She tried to shift and realized every inch of her was being held tight. 

Panic surged through her. She heard movement. She felt something warm being placed against her skin. Skin. Her bare skin. She was naked! "What are you doing to me," she cried out. She struggled against her bonds. Terrified, angry and desperate, she pulled as hard as she could. She couldn't move, not once inch. 

"Relax," he calmly said as he moved around something she couldn't see. "I know this was the only way I was going to get you out of those wet clothes." 

"Let me up," she cried. "Leave me alone!"

"I can't do that." His words were so casual, he may as well have been telling her the sky was blue. He reached across her body, grabbing for something on the opposite side of the bed. He heard her gasp as his bare flesh rubbed against hers. 

As he lifted his weight off her, she could feel something warm sliding up her leg. She fought to free herself. She could hear him laughing under his breath. "You're too tense," he chided. She could see him now, barely. He was grinning as the warmth continued to move across her skin ever so slowly. 

He carefully guided the object up between her thighs, letting it linger long enough to make her gasp with fear. It moved up her belly, between her breasts, over and across to circle each one of her nipples, then up her neck. He traced it around her lips before lifting it to her eyes.

It was a long cylindrical object. The core of it glowed red, the obvious source of heat. He leaned over her, grinning and removed the item from her sight.

"What," she stammered. "Is that?" She swallowed hard. She could still feel the trail it had left up her body. A slight tingle still remained from where it had lingered between her legs. Her eyes moved frantically, searching for anything that might grant her aid.

"That," he said simply. "Is not important." He moved out of sight for a moment, then returned holding up two more objects. "These," he chuckled. "Are." He took one that looked like a strange ball on a string. He held it with one hand so she could see it, close to her face. She felt him shift and gasped as his hand clasped between her legs. Before her mouth could close, he quickly pushed the ball into her mouth. His hand left her body. She cried out and pushed with her tongue as he somehow fastened the strings so they were held firmly in place.

"Now don't get me wrong," he spoke as he worked. "I had no idea this storm was going to come on us so fast. And honestly, I had no intention of bringing you here. I had hoped it'd be that other girl, the one in all the flattering clothes."

She tried to scream around the gag. He only appeared more amused. He spread the other object so she could see it clearly. Her eyes widened and she screamed harder. He placed the blindfold over her eyes, and it was also fastened firmly in place. 

"Really," he said when he was finished. "I didn't think you'd be such a bore to be stranded with. But, I am quite good at making due with what I have." His voiced sounded very serious as he shifted around, making things clatter together. He continued. "I'm not one to force myself on a woman, mind you. But, I also have no intention of weathering this storm with nothing to do. By the time I'm done with you," he chuckled. "You'll be thanking me, and begging me for more. And I'll gladly give it. Oh yes indeed. You are quite an attractive women, once you're out of those much too conservative clothes." 

Tears soaked into the blindfold. Her cries became violent sobs. She was helpless, and he knew it. She could scream, but who would hear her? As long as the storm raged outside, there was no hope. She wished when their riding party had been separated during the lightning strike that she'd be thrown into the company of someone else. Anyone else. She considered it might have been better if the bolt had hit her after all. 

Once more, she felt the warmth traveling her body. This time, it began on her cheek, and down her throat. He moved it directly between her breasts and down her body. He stopped in the same place he had before, right between her legs. He positioned the object so that it was touching her, and nothing more. The heat sent shivers through her body. Her skin tingled with a rising awareness. 

He fumbled through some things before deciding on one. "You'll have to trust me," he stated. "Well, honestly you have no choice, but I'd like to think you want what I'm going to do to you. I know your kind," he continued. "You marry dull business men. Lead dull lives, never knowing what real excitement is. And what's even worse, you never get to experience the darker side of sex. It's a pity really, all those sexy women living such conservative lives." He paused for a moment. "Yes, you will thank me for this." 

She heard some strange creaking. Then her legs were slowly being drawn apart. She tried with all her strength to top the movement, but it was futile. Her thighs parted as far as they would go. Then he made her knees draw up, and her legs parted more. She trembled with fear. 

His breath flowed over her skin as he positioned himself so that he could have easy access to her, his head close to her skin. With gentle fingers, he touched her delicate skin. He carefully began shaving away unwanted hairs. And for him, that meant almost all of her hair was to be removed.

She flinched when he felt the razor stroke over her skin. Tears still left her eyes. She was furious that he would be doing this to her. It was nothing short of humiliating, and she could do nothing to stop it.

It seemed like an hour had passed before he lifted his head and removed his hands from her. She felt relieve that he was finished, then grew frightened again when she realized that was just the beginning of what he would do to her. And within moments, her legs were being drawn back down and that strange warming object was being placed snuggly between her legs.

This time, however, it did more than just warm her. A gentle humm began as it was set to a slow vibration. He pushed it firmly against her body. She could hear more movement was wondered what torment he'd choose next.

"I know you've never done this before." His voice was full of confidence. He knew he could do what he pleased with her. "So, I will start easy on you," he concluded. 

He straddled her body, his hot arousal pushed against her stomach. Using both hands, he cupped her breasts. He heard her squeel and he squeezed a bit harder. "Sometimes," he said. "A little pain can enhance the pleasure. But for you, we'll start with discomfort." He almost laughed as he massaged her breasts in his strong hands. He repositioned them, so that he could pinch her nipples between his fingers as he cupped her breasts.

He bent his head down. Blowing on one nipple, he moved his hand so his tongue could get to it. He flicked his wet tongue across the top of her hardened nipple. "See there? Your body already likes what I'm doing to it." He flicked her nipple once more with his tongue before taking it all in his mouth. 

With her body still being touched with warmth and vibration, she sucked and nibbled on her nipple. He moaned against her breast, feasting on everything he could take from it. When he'd had enough of that nipple, he replaced his between his fingers and resumed massaging her breast. Then he kissed his way across her chest to where the other nipple waited for the same treatment. 

"I know you like this," he said at last. "You want more, don't you? I can feel your body getting hotter. Yes, I think you want more." He sat up, still straddling her stomach. He removed his hands from her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers. "See how hard they are? See how easily my fingers take them?"

He shifted for a moment, then touched her nipples with something that was cold and almost sharp. she released a small cry when he clamped something over one of her nipples. She flinched. It was a sharp pain that didn't quite hurt. He slid his hands to the other nipple, and did the same thing. Once again, her body jerked under him.

He got off and sat beside her. His fingers traced circles around her breasts. Each touch combined with the discomfort. Each touch sent chills through her body. And somehow, he knew it did.

He reached for his next toy. He placed it on the bed against her waist. It was smooth and round, about the width of one of his fingers. He left it there as he reached for the thing between her legs. He twisted it back and forth against her skin. Then he moved it up and down, pressed firmly against her body. It moved roughly at first, but then seems to become slicker. He moved it easily against her skin. Waves of sensations rolled through her middle. 

He made her legs part just enough for his hand to comfortably fit between them. Slowly, he eased the thing so that the end pointed right at her. He pushed on it, softly and slowly it found it's way into her depths. He felt her body resist and halted. He waited a few moments before, using a slight back and forth motion, he pushed it farther in. He felt her body give way. She cried from behind the gag. He twisted the object around a few times before he pushed it in deeper. He paused just before it vanished deep within in, and turned the vibration up. 

She gasped and squirmed. He pushed it completly inside, then used his thumb to run outside where it had been sitting all this time. "Yes, that's it," he whispered. "Let it come." He moved his thumb in soft circles, up and down. She began to rock her hips with his movement. Small moans, instead of cries, came from beneath the gag. He pressed his thumb against her a little harder. She arched her back, opening herself up to his caress.

"Yes, that's it." He encouraged her. "Feel it building." He bent his head to hear ear, whispering words of encouragement. He gently nibbled on her ear, flicking his tongue to trace the soft skin. His thumb rubbed her, slowly increasing the rythm. 

Her breathing deepened. Her moans grew louder. Her body began to tighten. Still rubbing her with his thumb, he pressed two fingers deep inside her to grab hold of the vibrating object. She moaned louder. He took hold of it, one finger on each side, and began moving it back and forth, pushing it as deep as it would go. Her muscles clenched around his fingers. Arching her back once more, she cried out. 

Wetness rushed past his fingers. Her muscles began to spasm deep inside. Sweat now covered her naked body. Her limbs trembled, even under their restraints. Her chest rose and feel with each heavy breath. Small whimpers were barely heard over the thundering storm outside. 

"You liked that, didn't you?" He stroked her hair away from her face and kissed her forehead. "I'll let you rest," he teased. "For a few minutes." He shifted himself once more and picked up the item she'd forgotten was placed against her waist and ran it in circles over her stomach. 

Her breathing still came fast. Her heart pounded hard, forcing heated blood quickly through her veins. Her body raced with unknown feelings. She felt a hot tingle where her muscles still clenched whatever he had placed deep within her.




Eye of the Storm



He trailed his latest item down her stomach, and dipping it between her legs, he teased her now extremely sensitive skin. Hearing her whimper, he rubbed it up and down a bit before sliding down the inside of one thigh, then up the inside of the other. Coming back to where her legs met, he again ran it up and down.

Shivers ran through her. She almost felt delirious; a combination of pleasure and slight pain. Her nipples pulsed within their clamps. Her body throbbed around whatever was still hot inside. A part of her was grateful the vibrations had stopped. Another part of her ached for more. She released a moan, felt throughout her whole being. What was he doing to her, and what would come next?

Seeing her body respond to his touch, he increased the pressure he used to push this new toy against her skin. It slid over her wetness and back down again. Each downward stroke moved it farther and farther down. It slipped past where he'd forced the other object into her body. He kept moving it down between her legs. 

Her saw her body flinch as he carefully found the entrance he sought and pressed the tip to it. A small cry sounded over the pounding rain and howling wind. "Yes," he smiled. "I will enjoy this very much. Be patient," he purred. "This may hurt a bit at first."

He slipped the item back up and twisted it in her wetness before moving it back down and once again placing the tip to the entrance of her body. He pushed in short in and out strokes. Each time he pressed in he's increase his force, moving it a little farther inside.

She began trying to struggle against her bonds. Against what he was doing to her. She tried to cry out for him to stop. The only sound that passed the gag was an almost strangled cry. It felt sharp. It felt as though he was forcing it through her skin, rather than inside her. It felt intense. It felt....strange.

He gently kept a soft pace. "Yes, that's it," he cooed. "Just relax. Just a bit more." Slowly out and then in slightly deeper. Slowly. Gently. Until he'd pushed all but a small ring within her. He placed his finger inside the ring and used it to continue the movement. 

Restrained as she was, her body squirmed. It no longer felt sharp. She couldn't have explained how it made her feel if she'd tried. She took short shuttering breathers, trying to remain calm. She thought for a moment that if she didn't let him see that he was getting to her, he'd stop. The idea was quickly dismissed. He knew what he was doing, and he quite enjoyed it. Besides, there was no way should could have held still if she wanted to. 

His gentle rhythm slowly grew more intense. He barely pulled on the ring, but he would pushed it back in as deep as he could; as though he'd pulled it all the way out. He reached his thumb up. Pressing through her wetness, he found the other object still penetrating her with it's warmth. 

She gasped as he did something to make the vibrations resume. She shuddered as the thing came to life, stimulating her still throbbing muscles. She pulled against her restraints as her entire body tensed to the mixture of sensations. Once more, she was completely at his mercy. 

He removed his finger from the metal ring. He positioned his body over hers, pressing her down with his weight. His hands moved up her body, from her hips to her breasts. Cupping them both, he rocked his own hips into her. His hard arousal pressed against her body. So hot and wet from his own excitement.

He placed kisses across her shoulder and up the side of her neck. His tongue traced a line down her jaw. Quickly removing the gag and releasing her head restraints, his lips found hers and began pressing against them. He felt her resist him at first, keeping her lips firmly pressed together. He softly nibbled on her bottom lip and felt it tremble. Soft kisses, his tongue carefully following the lines of her mouth. 

He pressed with his tongue, wanting her lips to part. He tried again, this time with more force. He frowned against her mouth and pulled his head away from her. He chuckled as she bit her lower lip, keeping it firmly beneath her teeth.

"Come now," he laughed. "There are worse things than being kissed." He bent his face back down to hers, so his breath ran across her skin as he spoke. "I am going to kiss you. And you are going to enjoy it," he whispered.

Satisfied when he felt her tremble to his words, he reached one hand behind her neck. Finding the base of her skull, he tangled his fingers in her hair and took a firm grasp. She gasped and he quickly pressed his mouth to hers. His tongue sought the inside of her mouth. 

She fought him the only way she could think of. Bringing her mouth closed, her teeth bit down. She felt him quickly recoil. Pain shot through her as he tightened his grip on the back of her hair. She cried out and felt him bring his mouth back down to hers. This time, he didn't push his tongue past her lips. But his kisses were hard. She could feel he was angry with her. 

His other hand left her breast and slid down between their bodies. His body shifted on hers so he was beside her instead of on top. He found her wetness with ease. Skilled fingers reached inside and found the vibrating contraption. She felt strange as he pulled it out slowly. It clicked and buzzed to a stop. 

Without releasing his hold on her mouth, he reached his hand across her, grabbing at something on the bed. She tried to move her head away from his lips. Another sharp pull on her hair put a stop to it. 

Whatever he'd grabbed, he was now pushing against her delicate skin. She heard a strange noise, then felt a tight pull as whatever it was grabbed at her. She gasped and cried out. She tried to beg him to stop, but his aggressive kisses refused to give way. 

He pulled his hand away. Whatever he'd used was holding her tightly. Pulling then releasing. She immediately felt her body come alive. Heat shot through her body. She felt her middle tightening. Whatever was still in her intensified the sensation. Her muscles clenched at what was no longer inside her. 

She swiveled her head in his grasp and moaned. Her lips relaxed, became soft beneath his. She parted them to breath deeper. His tongue softly probed at her mouth, never quite entering it. He felt her begin to return his kissing. She moaned into his mouth. Her shuttering breaths mingled with his own.

Pulling and releasing. Each pull sent a new wave racing through her. She felt his hand sliding over her stomach. He slid it down between her legs. Using his palm, he carefully put pressure on whatever was pulling at her skin. She moaned louder and arched her back.

"Yes," she hoarsely whispered between kisses. "Feel it. Give in to it. Give in to me." He slipped his tongue farther into her mouth, pushing it to meet the tip of hers. He moved it slowly back and forth until she moved her own with him. 

His hand rubbed between her thighs, careful to not move whatever he's put on her. Her hips began to rock with him, so he slowly pushed one finger into her depths. She gasped into his mouth. Her lips parted more. His tongue delved deeper. She whimpered against him, into his deepening kiss. 

Lost in the sensations overwhelming her body, she returned his passionate kiss. She felt her body reaching for his finger. She was spiraling upwards to his attention. She felt him pull his finger almost out, then quickly thrust back in, filling her even more. She couldn't understand why she suddenly felt as though his finger were completely filling her. She didn't care. She fell into the rhythm and demanded more from him. This time, her tongue reached for his mouth.

He pushed his hips against the side of her body, pressing his hardness against her leg. He moved his body in the same rhythm as his tongue exploring her mouth. Breathing heavily now, he kissed her more aggressively than he had intended. He heard her cry beneath him and had to pull away to keep from crushing her mouth beneath his. 

"I want you," he groaned, thrusting his hips against her leg a little harder. His hand moved between her legs, thrusting harder and deeper. She lunged against his body. A slow rise was quickly turning into a heavy explosion. She screamed out, arching her back and grabbing at him with her soft, wet muscles. Panting hard, moaning and rocking her head in his hand, she cried out. Her body jerked and began to spasm. She shook violently as her body released in another scream. 

Her eyes blinked as he gently removed the blindfold, giving her a dim light to see him in. He softly stroked her hair away from her face. He kissed the wetness from her eyes and snuggled against her. He nuzzled his face into her neck and gave her tender kisses. He released her nipples from the clamps that had been holding them. Reaching between her legs, he removed whatever had clung to her skin. She shuddered as the pressure fully lifted. He reached farther down and took hold of the small ring.

"Push out," he barely whispered. "It won't hurt that way." He very slowly pulled on the ring. 

She released a small cry and closed her eyes. A tear streamed down her cheek. He wiped it away with another kiss and repeated his words into her ear. As she pushed against it, the object came out with a moan. She licked her lips and tried to wet her dry throat, relieved that it was finally over. 

He kissed her lips softly. He reached across her and her pulled back a cup. Lifting her head with one hand, he carefully held it to her lips and tipped its contents until it touched her lips. He could see her hesitance in drinking what he offered, so he tipped the cup a bit more.

The water trickled over the edge and down her chin before she realized what he was giving her. She drank thirstily. It was a needed relief. After the cup was emptied, she laid her head back down. The storm still raged fiercely outside. Lightning still lit the room from time to time. The only other light came from the crackling fire by the front door. 

She felt him get off the bed and walk over to the side of the room where the dresser sat. She heard a drawer open and close. Before he returned to the bed, she around.

Her body was strapped into some strange harness. The harness itself was connected to straps on the bed at each arm and leg joint. There were strange wheels on the end of each one. That must have been how he was able to make her legs move the way he wanted. She blushed, suddenly remembering what he'd done to her earlier. Was she embarrassed or angry?

"You," he said as he sat beside her. "Are a very passionate woman when you let go." He sounded breathless. "I can't bear it anymore."

She stared at him, puzzled. She found it odd that his being naked no longer bothered her. But then, with everything he'd done to her, what did it matter now? She looked to his hands. He was clutching something. Her head spun at the thought of another object being used on her. 

"Please," she whispered. "Let me go." A tear streamed down her face again. "Please."

"I had planned to do more," he admitted. "But I want something else now." He reached for her, slowly releasing the harness straps that held her down. He slipped one arm out of the harness. Then began working on the other one. Whatever was in his hand was now hidden somewhere. 

He helped her completely remove the harness and threw it to the floor. He sat back and watched her rub her arms and legs. Her hand felt between her legs, where he'd shaved most her hair away. Her eyes shot up to meet his. "It's so....smooth," she stammered. 

He smiled at her. "Most women like you will never know that. Of course," he said rising to his feet. "Most women like you will never get to experience these kinds of things." He bent so his face was near hers. "They think it's indecent," he whispered, slightly laughing. 

Her eyes dropped to the bed. Her cheeks flushed. She could still feel the faint remnants of throbbing deep inside. Honestly, she felt incredible, as exhausted as she was. 

He chuckled and sat back down on the bed. Lightning flashed through the room, reflecting off his deep eyes. He was watching her intently. He sat stiffly near her, but just out of reach of her. 

She carefully looked at him. Afraid of what she'd see, but unable to stop herself. He sat still watching her, every angle of his body rigid and firm. He didn't so much as flinch as her eyes moved down him. He almost laughed again when her eyes reached his middle, where is hard erection still stood with all his arousal.

She gasped and quickly looked away from him. Her face began to blush again. She bit her lower lip to stifle a groan. How could she be so foolish? He was naked. Of course she would have seen that! But why was he still hard? It was over with.

As if reading her thoughts, he moved closer to her. Taking her chin in his hand, he bent his head down to kiss her. He felt her stiffen and try to pull away. His hand quickly reached for the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair once more. He gently forced her to meet his kiss. 

"Please," he said breathlessly. "Don't resist me." He pulled her onto his lap, placing himself hard between their bodies. His hands stroked up and down her body, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs. 

Her head spun. Terror filled her again. His hands sent shivers coursing across her skin. She pushed against his chest. His hold on her hair kept her where she was. "Please," she cried against his mouth. "Please, don't do this."

"I need you," he rasped. He took her hand in his and forced it between their bodies. He clasped it around his hard shaft and held it tightly there when he tried to pull it off. "Just feel," he whispered into her mouth. He continued kissing her as he guided her hand up and down his hot desire. 

After a few minutes, her body relaxed against him. She began responding to his kissing, returning it with as much vigor as she had earlier. He moved his hand away from hers, pleased that she kept stroking him on her own. He let his hands slide over her body, exploring hungrily. 

She moved her free hand over his body, feeling the angles of his muscles. She felt her own desire building again as he slipped his fingers between her thighs and softly toy with her. Her moaned against him and shifted in his lap. She spread her legs to give him better access. Her head spun. Common sense left her. She allowed her instinctual need take over. 

He carefully laid her down on the bed, refusing to release his hold on her lips. His hand rubbed and caressed her body. Lingering on her breasts for a few moments, then between her thighs, then the rest of her body before starting all over. 

He gradually moved his body so it was hovering over hers. Placing a knee between her legs, he gently pressed her legs to part. He laid his body down, pressing her into the mattress. He supported himself on his elbows so he could stroke her hair and face.

His hard kisses turned into soft, long drawn out kisses. He stroked her hair back and carefully rocked his hips into her. His hardness pushed against the soft folds of her skin, but didn't penetrate. He could feel her warmth as she grew wetter. 

Hot and sweaty, their bodies moved together until she began thrusting her hips up into him. He groaned and pulled back to position himself. With nothing short of a force of will, he held himself just outside of penetrating her soft folds.

"Tell me," he rasped. "Tell me you want me." His body shook with all the effort of holding back.

She reached her hands around his body and tried to force him inside. She could feel the tip of him against her skin. She wanted more. She wanted him to finish what he'd started. She was so desperate with wanting she tried to thrust her hips up into him.

"Tell me," he demanded. "Tell me or I'll stop," he groaned. 

"I," she stuttered. "I want you." She forced the words out and bit her lip. She couldn't meet his eyes, she felt so ashamed. How could he make her want him so much? How could she let herself be drawn in? She closed her eyes and swallowed a groan. What he must be thinking of her!

He leaned his head down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Bracing his arms at her shoulders, he thrust himself deep with one long stroke. Her wet body accepted him with ease. 

He saw her eyes fly open. He bent his head to swallow her scream. He held himself deep, gently rocking his hips encouraging her muscles accept having him in her. 

Sharp pain seared through her body. She panicked and pushed at his chest with her hands. He felt her trying to escape his mouth on hers. He grabbed her hands and held them firmly to the bed. 

"Shh," he soothed. He stopped moving altogether. He'd hoped that she had been fully prepared for him. She certainly felt wet enough. He had no trouble at all penetrating her. "Be still. It won't hurt long." He tried to kiss away the frightened tears that were now filling her eyes.

"It hurts," she sobbed. "You're hurting me. Get off!"

He sighed and tightened his grip on her hands. She was trying to free herself again. Frustrated, he kept her as still as he could. If she would just relax, it wouldn't hurt anymore. His own body ached. He needed to finish. If he could just get her to calm down.

"Stop fighting me," he hissed through clenched teeth. Her struggling was only pushing against his hot desire. He was in. It wouldn't take much for him to just finish. But not like this. He gritted his teeth and kept from moving. "Damn it woman, stop fighting me! You're only making it worse! The way you're acting, one might think you'd never done this before!"

Her body shook with sobs. She stopped pushing against him. She went limp, as though she'd just given up. Turning her face to the side, she cried.

"Oh my god," he stammered. "Fuck me! You've never done this before! Damn it, why didn't you tell me?" He was furious with himself. He should have guessed it. But she'd kissed him like she knew what to do. She had pulled at his hips; thrust herself up to meet him! "Oh fuck me," he moaned again. 

"This isn't my fault," he claimed. "You never told me. And you said you wanted me. This isn't my fault." For the first time, he sounded unsure of himself. Was he trying to convince her or himself?

He groaned again, inhaling deeply. She refused to look at him. He released her hands and reached for her face. With a gentleness she hadn't know he was capable of, he took her face in his hands. He wiped away her tears with his thumbs and turned her to look at him. The strain of not moving was still apparent in his eyes. But he forced a week smile and bent his head down.

Their lips met, softly. One hand moved behind her neck, carefully cupping her head in his hold. The other stroked her cheek with tender caresses. He kissed her and pressed his lips firmly to hers. Once more, his tongue sought the inside of her mouth. She whimpered but gave no resistance. He was hoping she wouldn't.

Carefully, he increased the intensity of his kiss. Slowly, he encouraged her to return his passion, even if it was with less vigor. Supporting himself with one arm, he slid his other down the length of her body. Reaching the outside of her thigh, he carefully bent her knee and pulled her thigh up. 

He heard her inhale deeply. He wondered if it was surprise or pain. He kept kissing her, hoping to keep her relaxed. If he could just open her up a bit, it might help ease her discomfort. He pulsed and throbbed painfully himself. Shifting his weight, he changed arms and reached for her other thigh. Once more, he inhaled deeply as he moved her leg.

He left his hand on the curve of her hips and thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth. He traced her wet flesh and drew lazy circles on her tongue. She gave a small whimper. Her hands moved up around his neck. Her body started to relax. 

With the same rhythm as his kiss, he carefully began rocking his hips again. She gasped, but she didn't recoil. He moaned into her mouth. He needed her so bad he hurt. But he knew he had to do this right. Move too much, too fast, too soon and she could panic again.




Eye of the Storm



He slowly increased his movements. After a few minutes, he was carefully thrusting with easy strokes. His hand on her hip helped guide her to rock with him. A few minutes of help, and she easily keep the pace herself.

He felt body awakening to him. She was becoming more and more active. Taking her hands in both his, he prepared for her to struggle as he pushed himself deeper with his next thrust. She moaned and arched her back into him.

He released her mouth and laid kisses down her neck and across her shoulder. His hands crawled to her breasts, cupping and massaging them. She responded more. With wild abandon, he felt her hands reaching down his body. She pawed at his back and rolled her hips up to meet his deep strokes. 

Her body began tightening around him. He moaned as muscles clenched tighter. It took all he had to hold himself back. 

She arched her head back, her mouth opened. Her breathing came in short rasps. He increased his speed. She cried out, moaning and tossing her head. Her nails drug across his skin. Her thighs tightened around his. She spiraled upwards. Her body shook as she released another scream. He groaned and put his head down on her chest. He was shaking too, walking on the edge of his own release. Her muscles contracted, then released with a flood of wetness that seeped to where their bodies were joined. 

She lay beneath him, panting hard. He couldn't hold back anymore, not even to let her rest for a couple minutes. He thrust his hips hard into her. He fast, demanding strokes racked through both their bodies. He heard her gasp loudly. Her own release was still pulsing deep within her. He threw himself into the rhythm. Slamming his hips into hers, he finally cried out as he exploded. 

His body shook as he collapsed onto her. Once he was able to catch his breath, he rolled to her side, pulling her into his arms. She rested her head against his chest, still breathing hard. He gently stroked her damp hair. This was not what he had planned. But it certainly was something he would like to share with her again....if she'd let him. He sighed and closed his eyes.

Outside, the storm still raged on. Rain pounded hard against the roof. The wind howled through the trees. Lightning cracked loudly, throwing a silhouette of two sleeping bodies tangled together.



Eye of the Storm



The fresh rain trickled innocently along the glass pane and settled on the wooden sill. Cassie followed the droplets of water with her long manicured fingernail as she idly stared through the window at the bustling hive of activity. 

Everywhere she looked, people hurried out of the atrocious weather, seeking shelter in nearby shop doorways and under the arch of the Grand Theatre that loomed in the darkened street. 

She had waited for hours. She was always waiting.

Cassie raised her glass to her full red lips and swallowed the last of her drink. It wasn't the first time she had waited in the wine bar like a fool. 

She began to wonder what she did it for, hanging around just so she could be humiliated and made to linger like an impatient teenager. As a teenager, she may have tolerated it, but she was in her prime, a thirty-something sassy sexy woman with smooth freckled skin and legs to die for. She wasn't short of male attention and she wasn't prepared to wait for another single moment. 

Long fiery locks were tossed in splendour over her slender shoulders as she rose from her seat and headed for the door, blood red heels clacked on the hard wooden floor as Cassie pulled her skirt a little lower over her soft silky thighs. She confidently pushed her way through the glass doors of the wine bar and stepped outside onto the saturated pavement. 

"Shit!" she exclaimed as the rain fell on her unprotected hair and dampened her fringe to her forehead as she attempted in vain to dry it off with the sleeve of her jacket. Her trademark mane of burgundy curls was wet through, giving her the appearance of a drowned ginger cat.

"Hey there sexy!" a familiar deep voice called from a passing car, "jump in and I'll give you a ride."

Cassie ignored the voice and continued to walk, her head held a little higher and an expression in her eyes that burned with anger. 

"I know, I know" the voice continued "I'm late again, Cass, I'm sorry, just get in the damn car, you're soaked!"

The voice was right, she was soaked, but Cassie would rather walk for a thousand miles than get in the car with him. 

"Really, you're being bloody ridiculous!" the voice yelled from the open car window, "Cass, you'll catch your death out there, please, just get in the car, we'll talk about this back at your place, once I've dried you off a bit."

The voice was determined and Cassie could tell that it was more than a little pissed off at her indignant attitude. Her heels continued to clack over the concrete pavement and Cassie pulled her jacket a little tighter around her, unable to completely zip it up over her ample breasts. 

She shivered and yet her long legs strode with purpose in the direction of her small city apartment, it was only a walk of half a mile and Cassie was a fit and agile woman, she would make it easily, even with the rain that poured heavily from the sky. Thoughts of a long hot soak in the bath, wrapped up with a hot steaming cup of chocolate entered her brain as she tried to drown out the voice that followed her. 

The rain continued its assault and a loud crash, followed by a bright flash of light filled the air above her. 

"Cassie, get in the damn car now!" the voice angrily insisted. "It's starting to thunder and there's a storm coming, don't make me ask again or I'll get out and drag you in here!"

Cassie took a deep breath and stopped. 

"Leave me alone Ed" she said in an exasperated tone, "you've embarrassed me for the last time, do you know how long I sat and waited for you today? Like a fucking idiot..." she shook her head and turned back to continue walking with accelerated pace. 

Water streamed over her face as she tried in vain to wipe it away, unsure if it was still the rain that dampened her skin or the feel of her own salty tears as they caught in the back of her throat. 

She heard the car behind her come to an abrupt stop, the door slammed shut and footsteps approached rapidly. She pricked her ears and stepped up her speed when a hand grabbed her arm from behind. 

"Now, you've made me wet!" Ed hissed at her. 

The notion was ridiculous. 

"I've made you wet!?" she snapped in a voice that dripped with sarcasm, "nothing to do with the rain then Ed...it was your choice to get out of the car." 

Cassie turned on her heels and shook herself free of his grasp. 

"And don't bother to follow me! It's over Ed, this is the final straw!"

There was silence as she continued forward, determined not to look back. Cassie gripped her handbag and angrily strode towards home. 

The hand suddenly grabbed her again and she cried out in surprise as it pulled her towards a muscular torso and tipped her off balance. Strong arms held her tightly and the voice whispered in her ear. 

"Cassie, I'm so sorry," it almost pleaded. 

"It's too late Ed" she said with a little less frustration as she looked up into his crystal blue eyes, filled with genuine remorse. Her heart melted for a split second and she didn't resist as his lips drew nearer to hers and planted a tender kiss. 

Ed clutched her hand and wrenched her into a narrow side alley. The passage was devoid of passers by as the rain hammered down around them and splashed into deepened puddles on the road. 

He pressed his lips to hers again and she melted totally, her hands raised to his head and ran through the jet black curls of his hair. His tongue probed her mouth, pushing through her lips as he shoved her back against the brick wall of the dimly lit alley and pinned her shoulders, his body pressed against her and Cassie could feel his heart beating through his chest. 

"I want you," he hissed into her ear. 

"Right now?" she responded as she jerked back in surprise. 

Ed's hand trailed over her ass and found the hem of her skirt. He firmly yanked it up, his palm prising open her velvety thighs and tracing the edge of her sheer black panties. 

"Right here, right now..." he whispered hotly as he bit the lobe of her ear. 

Cassie moaned and felt his cock harden beneath the denim confines of his jeans, his groin pressing tightly against her pelvis. 

"I'm going to fuck you Cass," he murmured as his fingers deftly slipped under the flimsy material and tugged her panties down by just a few inches. 

"Are you going to give yourself up?" His voice was full of devious intent.

Cassie moaned and unashamedly spread her legs in silent offering. The rain became heavier, and she felt it trickle over her skin as Ed's fingers found the soft moist entrance of her pussy, already slick with her eager excitement. He forcefully pushed inside her, rapidly fucking her with the rough thick digits as his thumb slithered over her labia towards her clitoris and rubbed the vulnerable nub, weakening her knees. 

"Oh God..." she groaned and grabbed him firmly against her. 

Ed met her lips with his and kissed her hard, his free hand grasping her long red tresses. Reluctantly withdrawing his fingers from her dripping cunt, he raised his hand over the flat of her stomach and fumbled for the zipper of her jacket, tugging it open with desperate passion. He found the firm round globe of her left breast, feeling the hardened nipple press against the wet cloth of her blouse. 

He ripped open the soft pink buttons in one easy move and slipped his hand inside her half cup bra, the fleshy mound spilling over in his palm as he squeezed it with more force than necessary. 

Cassie groaned in pleasure and thrust herself closer to his body, sensing his yearning hunger as she manipulated the belt of his jeans and pulled it open with one hand. Her fingers dipped into his pants as she found the intense hardness of his cock. 

"That's it" he hissed, his voice heavy with passion as he tugged on her hair and slowly encouraged her to her knees. 

Cassie knelt in a puddle, now oblivious to the pelting rain that soaked them both to the bone as she released his cock from his jeans. She licked her lips and dipped her head to take the rock hard shaft in to her mouth. All anger at him forgotten, she pushed her lips over the fleshy head and slid her mouth all the way to base of his throbbing manhood. She felt him shiver as his large hand gripped a handful of her matted hair and guided her head as she expertly sucked and flicked her tongue over the sensitive veins of his firm dick. 

Ed's cock pumped in and out of Cassie's hot and willing mouth, groans of passion filling the empty alley. Her tongue explored his shaft, licking its way down to his hardened balls as her hand gripped his thighs in a desperate attempt to pull him closer and take him deeper. She took his shaft back between her lips and looked up at him, not moving. He smiled and firmly gripped her hair, knowing what she was offering as he gently started to fuck her wide open mouth. 

Spurred on by her hungry pale green eyes as they stared up at him, Ed lifted her chin and held her head in place. His thrusts became more frantic, and he panted in sheer pleasure as Cassie felt his cock enter her throat. She gagged and closed her throat around him, hearing him emit a cavernous growl from deep within his chest. 

"Fuck!" he yelled as he pulled his aching cock from her mouth and released her hair and chin. He jerked her up from her knees and pinned her harshly against the wall, his craving now an uncontrollable fever that could only be dampened by taking her, fucking her, consuming her entire being like a predator preparing for the final pounce on unsuspecting prey. 

He ripped the sodden blouse away from her soaking skin and roughly pushed her skirt up around her waist. His lips devoured her neck as he lifted her with one swift motion. She wrapped her firm thighs around his waist as he pulled her panties to one side and pushed forward, his cock as hard as granite as it slowly thrust into her hungry wet cunt. 

"Oh Jesus, you're such a wet little slut" Ed groaned in her ear. The word shocked her yet somehow coming from his lips it felt right, it felt natural and a jolt of electricity shot aggressively through her loins, sending an ache of excitement through her entire body. 

His cock pumped slowly into her as he pinned her tightly against the cold brick, the rain pelted down as another clap of thunder filled the air and muffled the sound of their increased passion. 

"Do you like being fucked like this?" Ed whispered hotly, "taken against a wall in an empty alley, like a common whore? Your cunt is so hot baby, so wet, Jesus fucking Christ..."

Cassie moaned and gripped him tighter with her creamy thighs. The obscenities that spewed from his mouth and into her ear only made her hotter and she rocked her hips against him in needy hunger. Ed grabbed her tit in his large hand and mauled it aggressively, lowering his head and pulling her bra cup down to bite on the sensitive dark nipple, his tongue licking over the tiny ridges. Cassie arched her back against wall, feeling it scrape the naked flesh of her ass as she pulled him tighter against her body. 

She yelped as he quickened his pace and fucked her harder, banging her roughly against the brick. His cock was buried to the hilt as he grunted into her soaking wet skin. Her long nails scraped over his naked back as she gripped him inside her, tightening the strong tight muscles of her pussy against his pounding cock. 

Cassie whimpered. "Ed, I'm going to cum... please Ed... oh God... I need to..."

"Let me feel it baby" he growled, "cum all over my cock...do it Cass... do it now!"

His aggression deepened and he pounded her pussy with ravenous desire, his hands gripping her thighs as her lightweight frame was held under his masculine torso. His chest pressed harder into hers and he felt the soft mounds of her generous breasts yield in to his skin. 

Cassie groaned and felt the first wave of orgasmic pleasure sweep through her entire body, every single muscle she possessed spasmed and jerked as her nails dug in to his back. 

"Oh God... Ed...Oh God, ohmyfuckinggod...oh" she squirmed and writhed under him, her back tightening and her pussy gripping his cock, holding him involuntarily inside her as she squeezed him so hard that his own orgasm instantaneously erupted. 

"Fuck!" he growled in her ear, his hand pulling her head back, exposing her neck as he bit down on it, shuddering in pleasure. 

They slowly and breathlessly released their grip on each other and Ed lovingly kissed her full lips. 

"You should get pissed at me more often" he joked as his blue eyes settled softly on hers. 

She smiled and looked up at the sky. A ray of sunshine poked through the dark clouds above and a patch of blue sky was softly breaking through, signifying the end of the storm. 

"It's stopped raining" she said, more to herself than to him. 

"Yes baby, it's stopped raining." Ed set her gently back on the ground and helped her smooth out her skirt. "Sorry about your blouse" he said "I'll buy you a new one."

"Yes, Ed, yes you will" Cassie responded and took his hand in hers. "Let's go home, there's a cup of hot chocolate with my name on it."