0 comments/ 17173 views/ 1 favorites Downpour By: secretsadie I let myself into my boyfriend's apartment with my key, just as the sky opened up. Chris, his roommate, was on the living room sofa playing video games. "It's really coming down out there." "Bekah. I thought you were going out of town." "I'm leaving right now, actually. I just need to grab a book I left here. Is Mark in his room?" "Yeah - but, you know, you should let me go get it. I think he's sleeping." "So? You don't even know where it is. I'll just sneak in and out." Chris had stopped playing his game altogether. I watched as his character got shot and went down in a spray of red. The words "Game Over" flashed on the screen. "Bekah. I really don't think you should go up there." My eyes narrowed as I studied him, and I heard what he was trying not to tell me. Before he could stop me, I took the stairs two at a time and flung open the door to my boyfriend's room. Sure enough, there he was, fucking some girl. He looked up, his face contorted in passion and then guilt. "Rebekah, I-" "Fuck you." I slammed the door. I ran down the stairs, nearly tripping over my own feet. Chris was standing by the door, and I slammed into him on my way out. ‘You can't leave like this. It's pouring. You're upset. You shouldn't drive." "Fuck you too. Let me go. I can't believe you were trying to protect him. I thought you were my friend too." "I was. I am. I didn't want you to find out like this." I pushed past Chris and stormed out the front door. The rain hit me like a wall. I fought through the blistering raindrops down the front steps towards my car. I was sobbing openly now, but my tears were washed away by the buckets of water from the sky. Before I could open the car door, I felt his hands on me. Chris turned me by the shoulders to face him. His wet hair was plastered to his skull. He wiped water from my face with his large, calloused hands. "I'm not your friend, Bekah." "What?" "I'm not your friend. I don't want to be your friend. I want more than that. I always have. Mark's an asshole. I was never trying to protect him. I just couldn't stand to see you hurt." He let go of me. "I just wanted to tell you that." He began to turn away. "Chris!" I grabbed his arm before I knew what I was doing. He turned back, and his mouth was on mine. He devoured me. There was no finesse. We kissed hungrily, teeth banging together, tongues fighting, lips bruising. Anger. Passion. The lines blurred. We broke apart for air, gasping like two people drowning. We kissed again, more tenderly. I hadn't ever thought about him this way, but from the way his hands roamed impatiently over my body, I knew he had been thinking about me. I struggled to unbutton his jeans. The soaked denim made it difficult. He hoisted me up onto the hood of my car, pulling my skirt up and my panties down in a fluid motion. He tore the buttons off my blouse. My breasts were visible through my soaked bra, and he leaned down to bite at my nipples through the fabric. I finally freed him, and he sprang out into the open. He moaned as I rubbed the cool rainwater over his cock. He was rock hard. He reached around, grabbed my ass, hauled me forward to the edge of my perch. I felt him pressing against me, and he kissed me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth, his cock slipping inside of me. He sank all the way in with his first stroke and I gasped, then bit into his shoulder. I was a tumult of emotions. Confusion, anger, lust. My ass was freezing against the cold metal of the car, but I was so hot inside. I ground myself against him, trying to take him even deeper. I bit his shoulders and his neck, trying to keep from crying aloud. He grunted in pleasure and pain. Without warning he leaned me back farther, increasing his pace. I could feel him slide nearly all the way out of me, then slam back into me full speed. He fucked me faster and harder, and I was moaning and calling his name as I grew closer and closer. We came at the same time, hard and fast. He held my face again, stared into my eyes, into my core, as he emptied inside me. I slid my skirt back down, and pulled the tattered remains of my blouse around me as I drove alone into the night. It rained into the next day. Downpour I pulled back the curtain and stared in disappointment at the downpour. Rain splattered across the window and condensation appeared as my breath brushed against it. I wiped my hand across the window and wondered what to do. Katie would be back any minute and my surprise of a jaunt through the woods was dashed. I glanced up to the sky and tried to find a break in the foreboding clouds. With a sigh I let the curtain fall back down and walked back to my chair in front of the television. Picking up my drink from the table, I gently swirled the dark whiskey around and wondered what to do now. I had promised Katie a surprise and I had to deliver. I slumped back into the chair and tried to come up with something. Sitting still wasn't going to do any good I decided. I got up and walked to the back door, opened it and stepped out into the rain. There was something about the rain I loved. Maybe it was the way it runs down your face, or the slight chill which sends little shivers down your spine. Maybe, it was just getting closer to nature. Whatever it was, I always got a sense of liberation. I watched a few raindrops land with a plop into my glass before taking a sip. The cool rain and the warmth of the liquor provided a rich contrast. Inspiration hit me. "Fuck me, you're a genius," I said aloud to myself. I glanced around to make sure no one could see into the garden and walked back into the house. I closed the back door just as the front door opened and Katie walked in. "Hello love," she said brightly despite the weather. "Hi, I've got us a bottle of wine I thought we'd like," I said as I walked over to her and gave her a long kiss. "Wow, that's a nice welcome." "I treat my wife now and again," I said laughing. I walked into the kitchen whilst Katie settled and got the bottle and a couple of glasses. I was worried it hadn't chilled enough but the moisture drawn to the bottle told me it was ready. I smiled inwardly at the thoughts that filled my mind as I walked through to the living room. Katie wasn't there so I opened the bottle and poured us each a glass. An idea struck me as I put the bottle down and I ran up the stairs. "You're in a hurry," Katie said as I pounded across the landing. She was in the bedroom which was a good thing. I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. On a shelf over the bath were a row of bottles and I carefully selected one with a neutral scent and poured some into the bath. I turned the taps on and soon steam filled the room. I impatiently tapped a foot as I waited for the bath to fill. After what must have been five minutes, it was ready and I gingerly tested it with my fingertips. It was hot, but by the time I would need it the temperature should be just right. I turned the taps off and ran back down the stairs to find Katie sat in her chair drinking the wine. "This is nice," Katie said approvingly. "Thanks, I thought it would be nice to try something different from the usual." I sat down opposite and looked at her. The dark business suit she wore was great against the white blouse and really helped to show off her long brown hair. Each morning she got up and got ready in the same way and walked out the door with that same look. She knew she looked great and she knew how to use it. I'd noticed over the months the skirts had gotten shorter and her blouse ever so slightly lower as her confidence had grown. Just thinking about the power she held over other blokes made me dizzy. But tonight wasn't about the power she held it was going to be about mine. This was my surprise and I was determined to see it right. "So what's this surprise?" Katie asked. "Ah, the surprise. You'll do anything I ask right?" "Mmm, now that sounds interesting." Katie put her glass down on the table and lent towards me. The front of her blouse dropped and I could see her breasts held in place by her bra. I smiled and looked up to her and leant forward mirroring her stance. "I seemed to remember saying something along those lines," she said. "Good." Her face took on a questioning look about the surprise. "Stand up and get undressed," I ordered. Katie flashed me a smile and stood up. With deliberate slowness she took off her jacket and placed it on the arm of her chair. She bent down to take off her shoes. "No, leave those on," I said. Katie glanced up and arched an eyebrow at me. I stared right back at her with a slight smile touching my lips. She got the message and continued to remove her clothes. One by one the items joined her jacket on the aside of the chair. Watching her strip, revealing a little more of herself was still hugely erotic for me, even after all these years. When she was naked except for the shoes, she faced forward with her hands resting on her hips in a slightly challenging fashion. "Stay like that," I said as I stood up. I quickly removed my clothes and piled them on the chair. Katie let out a little giggle as she stared at my erection which thrust out in front of me. I stuck my tongue out and moved to the backdoor. "I've checked the door already, love; it's locked." "I know," I said as I turned the key and swung the door open. The sound of the heavy downpour filled the room. "What are you doing?" Katie asked. "Come over here," I said leaving no room for argument. Katie walked over, her hips swaying as she walked in her high heels. My eyes followed their hypnotic dance until she was right up to me. I embraced Katie and drew her in close, feeling the soft skin of her belly and breasts brush against me. Leaning into her I kissed her passionately on the lips which she returned with equal vigour. I picked Katie up as I held the embrace without any warning and carried her outside. The rain immediately soaked us and I had to watch my footing on the now slippery decking. I moved carefully across to the paved area before letting her go. Katie glanced around the walls of the garden to be sure no one was looking in. Her face was a picture of shock, maybe even some horror before she started to relax. "Adam, what are we doing out here?" she asked. "You look good," I said as the rain matted her hair and ran down her body. "I can see you think so," Katie said pointedly looking down at my erection. I wrapped my hands around her again, picked her up and placed her on the long wooden table which dominated the garden. "Adam, we can't do this here. Someone might see," Katie protested. "Let them see," I said as I pushed gently at her chest so she fell back onto the table. I spread her legs and knelt forward and allowed my tongue to run over the slit of her pussy. The taste of her and the rain was intoxicating, urging me on. Katie sighed and gently thrust her hips towards me. I could sense her worries of being outside slipping away. As my tongue pushed between her lips she grabbed a handful of my hair as if trying to steer me to the spot she wanted me to touch. I moved my head and tongue with her guidance and soon Katie was groaning to the point I was starting to worry about the noise. I accepted I had been the one to create the situation so I thought, fuck it! I'll live with the consequences! Katie tried to stifle her groans as she came and I felt her legs tremble as the waves of pleasure washed over her. When I sensed her orgasm subside I stood up and walked around the table so I could kiss her. Her juices, the rain and our saliva mixed into a magic cocktail and for a few minutes I sat there next to her, kissing her lips as my hands wandered up and down her soaked body. When I felt the time was right, I stood up and gently pulled her along the table on her back. The streetlamp nearby shone enough light to give her body a soft glow and I watched for a few seconds as golden rivers of water ran across her breasts and belly. Her head hung over the edge of the table, supported by my hands I let her head drop and slowly fall below the edge of the table. Her mouth opened and closed as she breathed. I walked around to stand in front of her face and her eyes followed by erection, a large drop of pre-come resisted the large rain drops which landed on the head of my cock. I stepped forward and pushed my head against her lips and she willingly opened her mouth. I pushed in and felt the warmth of her mouth grip me and I sighed in pleasure. Her mouth opened more and more as she adjusted to my size and I thrust a little more each time. The sight of her body spread before me as I fucked her mouth was almost too much and I had to really fight the urge to come. I reached over her and let my hand spread the lips of her pussy, before inserting a couple of fingers. Her juices and muscles combined to pull on my fingers, drawing me into her. Katie's body struggled for breath but I held on a little longer before pulling out. I stood back for a few seconds and looked down at her to make sure she was okay. She took a few deep breaths before I decided to continue. I pushed my cock against her lips again and she obediently opened wide and accommodated me. I pushed in slowly and with some force until I felt her gag. As she lay there she was mine. The powerful woman in the work place was now my thing to do with as I pleased and I was fucking her mouth in the garden for the whole world to see. What I felt was a strange mix of love and lust and complete appreciation. I held my position in her mouth up to the point I felt she had better take some proper deep breaths and pulled out. My balls felt heavy and ached to be released. Katie gulped down the air mixed with the rain and smiled at me. I gently raised her head and helped her off the table so she stood next to me. "That was enthusiastic," Katie said with a grin, "My tonsils got a seeing too." I laughed and turned her around so her back was to me and I pushed at the centre of her back so she was bent over the table. As soon as she was in position I grabbed hold of my cock and guided it into her pussy. Katie gasped and let out a little shriek as I buried myself in her. I casually glanced around to see if anyone had caught sight of us but we seemed to be in the clear; which in a way brought a twinge of disappointment as well as relief. I turned my attention back to Katie and slowly thrust in and out. Her arms stretched out in front of her and her head rested on the tabletop on one side. I gradually picked up the pace and watched her eyes roll in pleasure as we both moved towards a climax. The rain and the mingling of our naked bodies brought the animal out in me and I found myself thrusting harder and faster into Katie. Her hands gripped the far edge until her knuckles shone white. My hips slapped against her wet arse and I grabbed hold of her cheeks, giving them a hard squeeze. My balls and body could take no more and I felt the build up of pressure within me becoming unstoppable. I slapped harder and harder against her until I was right on the verge of coming. I slipped out of Katie and quickly walked around to the front of the table and pulled her towards me so her face was level with my cock. I grabbed my length in one hand and worked up and down until I felt the come shoot from my balls and up my cock onto Katie's face. Before I finished coming I walked forward and thrusting my cock back into her mouth. She greedily sucked down the come which dribbled from my cock. I trembled all over and waited for my sense of balance to return before stepping away and looking down at my wife. Katie had her eyes closed but there was big smile on her face as she delicately ran her fingertips across her face smearing my come. "Fuck, that was amazing," I said. "Wow," Katie said as she sucked her fingers. She sat up on the table and rubbed her arms because of the cold. "Was that enough of a surprise for you?" I asked. "Definitely." "You look cold," I said concerned. "I'm starting to feel it now we've stopped," she said hugging herself. "Here, let me get you down," I said offering my hand. Katie took it and we quickly ran indoors. She tried to hide the shivers but it was obvious the cold had gotten to her. "Upstairs with you," I ordered. Katie ran up with the stairs with me behind her. I playfully slapped her on the arse before telling her to go into the bathroom. She opened the door and the steam poured out onto the landing. "You thought of everything," she said, impressed. "I did, let's have a soak in the warm bath. I can wash you down and you wash me down..." I said. "Mmm, now that's something I can't refuse," Katie said as we stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. Downpour Even from the kitchen he could hear her come in, despite the noise of the storm. Or maybe because of it. As she opened the front door the rumble of thunder and the pounding of the rain became so much louder that it was obvious two rooms away. Both dogs immediately abandoned their vigil for falling morsels and raced to meet her. He stepped out into the dining room , sandwich in hand, just as she forced the door closed against a fresh gust of wind, and greeted her through a mouthful of ham and cheese. "Hey there!" he managed to croak out before swallowing. "I wasn't expecting you for another couple of hours." She hung the old golf umbrella from the doorknob, where it could drip relatively harmlessly onto the tiled threshold. Pulling the band from her ponytail, she shook her hair out into a moist, golden fan which hung over her face as she bent to scratch two sets of floppy ears. "Bob came in early and immediately started to do over everything I'd already done, so I thought it would be a good idea to get out of there before I killed him." "Yeah, that probably was a good idea. Killing your boss could be a real problem. Although with Bob you almost certainly could make a case for justifiable homicide." Straightening up, she came from the doorway to meet him as he walked into the living room. Abandoned, both animals instantly assumed their most injured expressions. She crossed her arms over her chest as they came together and leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her after quickly perching the once-bitten sandwich on the arm of the sofa. This particular action was noticed and appreciated at once by the room's two other occupants. "I'm cold, " she softly told his chest. "And I'm all wet." "I don't care how wet you are," he declared, tightening his grip and adopting his most gallant tone of voice. She lifted her head and focused a pair of brilliant blue eyes on the pale, myopic, green ones that sheltered behind his glasses. "You mean you really don't care that we're here together and I'm all wet?" she smiled slyly. The implication of the innuendo took almost an entire second to pierce the customary clutter in his conscious mind before understanding finally emerged. "Oh! Oh, yeah!" he nodded, the smile he'd worn since first catching sight of her now broadening out to the farthest corners of his face. In return she gave him a smile of her own, one that might have been what they had in mind when they wrote the definition of "sultry." "Maybe you can think of something else we could do instead of standing here while I shiver and drip?" "Well," he replied, wrinkling his expanding forehead in mock concentration. "I guess I can come up with something." Their lips came together. At first it was a soft, gentle tasting, but this lasted less than a minute. Easily they moved from playful nibbling to serious tongue-wrestling. Her hands slid down the front of him to the hem of the old t-shirt he wore and slipped underneath to knead the warm, bare skin of his chest, enjoying the feel of the layers of muscle he persistently denied he had. He stroked her back, lightly drawing his fingertips along her spine until he could slip his hands into the back pockets of her jeans. Gripping both cheeks of her ass through the damp denim, he pulled her in tight. She had no problem feeling the evidence of his growing excitement and sighed appreciatively into his mouth before coming up for some air. "Is this what you've decided to come up with?" she teased, snaking a hand down between them to trace a determined pattern on the outside of his sweats. "Yep!" he laughed. "Although I can't honestly say it involved any deliberate decision on my part." "Well," she said, shifting her gaze from his face down to where exploratory stroking had become dedicated groping. "It's certainly an impressive effort for an improvisation." "Thank-you, kind lady," he bowed his head and then gently took both her hands in his. "We always aim to please." She brought his hands up to her lips and planted a featherlike, moist kiss on the back of each one. "I guess whether or not I'm pleased depends on what you decide to aim at." The exchange of entendre ended with another kiss that took several moments to conclude. Then, still clasping her hands in both of his, he led her through the crowded maze of furniture to the bedroom. As they passed through the doorway, he stretched out a foot, hooking a corner of the door and closing it behind them. Past experience had demonstrated clearly that a cold, wet nose inserted at an inappropriate moment could ruin all their best efforts. He had to release her hands in order to cradle her face in both of his. Tracing the line of her jaw with his thumbs, he placed a string of kisses across her forehead. He stopped, smiling, when he saw that she'd closed her eyes, just as she always did. "I love you." She opened her eyes to regard him seriously for a moment, but the customary mischief soon reappeared. "I certainly hope so, considering what I hope is about to happen here real soon." "Whatever do you mean?" he feigned. "Didn't we come in here to play Trivial Pursuit?" "Not quite," she responded. "Nothing I intend to pursue is the least bit trivial." They were both smiling broadly now, enjoying a feeling of synchronization that neither had ever enjoyed with another. He gathered her tightly into his arms once again, pressing her lips with his for a second before parting his. Her mouth opened, welcoming his tongue as it explored the insides of her lips. Moaning softly, he soon went between her teeth. Echoing him, she opened wider and met his tongue with hers. Their tongues played tag until his darted back into his mouth. She followed it, giving him the opportunity to suck on it gently. She pulled back at last to take a deep breath and favor him with a very direct look. "Okay, I think clothing just became optional here." "Definitely." She was wearing the cardigan her mother had knitted for her when she was in high school. He unbuttoned each of the little pearl buttons with an exaggerated care, occasionally slipping one or two fingers into the folds of the sweater to quickly stroke a patch of bare skin whenever it was revealed. Releasing the last button, he slipped the sweater off her shoulders until it caught at her elbows. Today's choice of undergarments clearly indicated that, at least subconsciously, she had been thinking ahead to a moment like this. Her bra was fashioned from teal silk and black lace and it didn't cover or support her so much as it offered her breasts up for his inspection. He rested his hands on her hips while he bent his head to accept the offer, scattering a random array of kisses across the top of each breast and tracing the lace adornment of each cup with the warm, moist tip of his tongue. Pausing, he looked up at her from the corner of his eye while he brought one hand up to lie in her cleavage. "It's always so much nicer when you wear one that opens in front." She smiled, opening the eyes she'd closed with the first touch of his mouth on her breast, and ran the fingers of both hands through his hair. "I'm so glad you like it." "Oh, I do. Very much." The hand in her cleavage moved just a fraction, and the bra was soon hanging from her elbows as well. He slid his hands to the undersides of her breasts, stroking the curving line where each one joined her chest. He licked up to the crest of her right breast before taking the nipple in his mouth. A gentle suction on her nipple made it pulse with her heartbeat and strain outward. He nibbled across the valley and gave her his atention until it reached a similar condition. Then he kissed the bottom of that breast followed by a trail of kisses down her belly and dipped his tongue into her bellybutton. She squirmed almost involuntarily, but he held her butt to keep her against his lips. "Hey, that tickles!" "It's supposed to. Now, hold still." He unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, sliding them over her hips, thighs and calves until they lay around her feet. Her panties were a black silk thong that she'd only worn once before that he knew of, on the night he'd given them to her. "Like the pretty panties?" "O-o-o-h, y-e-s-s-s!" He lifted each of her feet in turn, slipping the jeans and the sandals she wore off her feet and tossing the damp bundle off into a corner. He devoted several of the next few minutes to softly stroking the backs of her calves and insides of her thighs while his lips and tongue enthusiastically investigated just exactly what the "pretty panties" did and did not conceal. Finally, she grabbed his head with both her hands and tilted it firmly back. "When I said clothing had become optional, I meant yours too." "Well, if you insist...?" "I most certainly do." It was one of the peculiarities of their relationship that while she liked very much for him to undress her, she preferred the role of spectator whenever it was his turn. At first, he'd found this most unfair and was extremely self-conscious about it, but over time he realized that she didn't expect him to put on any kind of display for her. She simply enjoyed the process of him getting naked. She sat down on the bed to watch him strip, dangling her calves and feet over the edge of the mattress and resting back on her elbows while regarding him once again with a smile that could imply only one thing. His t-shirt and sweats were kicked or tossed into the corner on top of her own clothes. Just as she had thought, since he hadn't been planning to go out that day, he wasn't wearing any underwear. She always thought it was funny that the very last thing he removed were his glasses. Placing the glasses on his nightstand, he knelt down between her open knees. "Okay, now where was I?" Lowering his head, he licked and sucked a slow trail from her left knee up to her groin. He kissed all over the crotch of the thong. His lips and nose quickly confirmed that she was, indeed, all wet. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and looked up at her. "As much as I like these, I think that now they're in the way." She lifted her hips as he tugged, and the thong floated into the corner with the other discards. Placing his lips on her hip, he licked and sucked a slow trail across her belly to her fur and then kissed all over it, ending at the spot where the cleft was about to begin. He drew a deep breath and all the aroma that had been trapped by her underwear struck him at once. The impulse to simply devour the source of that wonderful scent almost overwhelmed him, but he managed to avoid being overcome by moving upward to kiss her mound, pressing his lips against it so energetically he dimly feared he might hurt her. Recovering some of his composure he returned to her exposed cleft and stroked it gently with his fingers before kissing each of the pouting outer lips that were thick and slick with her excitement. He licked again and again along the whole length of the inner ones as they began to fill with blood and emerge from between. The taste of her added to his intoxication, slightly tangy and unbearably heady. He spread the inner labia to dance his tongue up each side. Gently, he nibbled the area around her clit and then he touched its head with his tongue tip. She had stiffened when he first began, relaxing a little as he went on. Now he could feel the tension returning. He pressed his lips over the top of her cleft and widened them out. When he had as much as he could take while avoiding most of her curls, he sucked in. Holding the suction, he licked the edges of the captured area. He let go and licked again. Withdrawing enough to focus his eyes, he noticed her little man was now standing up well and truly in his boat. She was starting to move, a very slight undulation that pushed the top of her vagina rhythmically against the edge of his tongue as it stroked her. He caught one of her inner labia between his lips and sucked gently, then licked the edge. He licked across the top of the cleft, catching her clitoris as he went. She stiffened more. She was swimming in sensation. Soon she would want more, but now she only wanted this. Soft pulses started from her groin and she moved with them. What he liked most about being on his knees was that it left his hands with the maximum freedom. Moving his mouth to the top of her cleft, he gathered her clit and the area surrounding it into his mouth and began to apply a slow, pulsing suction. At the same time he spread her open with one hand, while slowly introducing with the first two fingers of the other hand inside. He thrust into her with those fingers in time with the suction being applied above them. The intensity of both increased simultaneously. When he didn't think he could suck any harder, he curled his fingers up at the end of their inward stroke and dragged them slowly but firmly across the upper wall of her tunnel. Her breathing, which had been growing louder and more ragged for a while, now caught in her throat. As his fingers drew slowly toward the opening of her tunnel she pressed her hips upward until her pubic bone threatened to break his nose. She clamped down around his fingers tightly enough to cut off the circulation. "Oh, God! Ohgod! Ohgodohgodohgod!!!" Her chest heaved and her thighs clasped his head tightly between them. She grabbed the back of his head in both of her hands and pressed it even more tightly into her groin. He loved every bit of it. When she relaxed her various grips on him he lifted his head. He watched, smiling hugely as the spasms and tremors swept over her body from her thighs to her breasts. He took a couple of deep breaths, then bent down to start it all again. She surprised him by hooking her fingers in his hair and hauling him upward until she could reach his lips with hers. It was a sloppy, ill-aimed kiss that only placed half her mouth upon his, but it sent a thrill through him all the same. "Uh, uh," she shook her head after licking her lips. Reaching down between them she gripped him firmly. "I want something else. Right now!" He slid his length up and down her cleft, coating himself with the warm, slick moisture there. It was hardly necessary. When he pressed into her, he slid almost effortlessly into the tight, liquid heat that she had made for him. "Y-e-s-s-s!" she moaned, closing her eyes and rolling her head back onto the pillow. "I've been waiting for hours for that." He moved carefully at first, searching for just the right spot for his knees and hands. He watched her closely for any hint of discomfort or dissatisfaction with the pace, position or vigor of their joining. He happily restrained himself while she climbed through two more climaxes. It wasn't what she wanted. She was certainly enjoying herself, but this careful, controlled lovemaking was not what had been on her mind as she walked home, feeling a dampness grow between her legs that had nothing at all to do with the summer downpour. She hadn't come home in search of her lover. She was looking for her mate. And she was pretty sure she knew how to find him. She opened her eyes and gazed into his above her, making sure that he could see every bit of hunger she was feeling. Lifting her head off the pillow she placed her lips against his ear. "Do me!" she demanded. "Do me hard! Do me now!" She watched his eyes open wider and fill with desire. His nostrils flared open as he drew a deep, quavering breath. He rocked up onto his knees slightly, freeing his arms to reach back, catching her behind each knee and sweeping her legs up over his shoulders. Leaning back into her, she could feel him plunge deep into her. "Oh yes! Yes!" she encouraged him. "In! In! In!" She closed her eyes and flung her arms up over her head. After only a few more strokes he took the hint, clasping each of her hands in one of his and pinning them to the bed. This was what she wanted. He was taking her, possessing her, mastering her. He was driving into her as deeply as it was possible for him to go. "Mine! Mine! Mine!" he chanted hoarsely into her ear in time with each pounding stroke. "All mine! Always!" His climax swept her right along with it, putting the three she'd enjoyed before into a pale perspective. She felt him swell up until she thought he couldn't possibly get any bigger, and then the pulsing heat as he filled her with his seed. She exploded. Later, when he got too heavy for her, they sorted themselves out, shifted away from the wet spot, spooned together and fell happily into a deep sleep. It didn't seem to matter at all that it was only six o'clock.