2 comments/ 10774 views/ 0 favorites Storms & Sex By: laurambell It was a dark and stormy night.... He showed up at my doorstep hours before it started to pick me up to take me to the hotel. We've been fucking and playing pretty much nonstop since then. My fear of storms have been clouded by lust. His skillful fingers moving in and out of my cum filled pussy to keep me distracted. "You know, you can stop playing with me." "I don't want to." "Okay. Then, continue on.." He starts thrusting his fingers in and out of me harder and faster. I rock against his fingers, moaning. I whimper, moan, groan, and growl as he picks up speed. Arching my back and continuing to rock against his fingers. Suddenly, I pull his fingers out of me. He looks at me weird. "Let it build up, after awhile I'm just not going to cum anymore." "m'kay." "You can still play with me though, it feels good." I take his hand, shoving his middle finger inside me and pressing his thumb against my swollen clit. Careful to avoid both my ticklish and my "twitch" spots. I scoot up as much as I can on the bed and force his finger in deeper with a moan. "Mmm, that feels good." "Now, move your thumb...ahhh, that's it...like that...keep your finger still." "Mmm, baby, that feels really good!" "Mhmm." "Your finger feels good inside me, but it's your dick I want." He smiles....big. I reach down and start stroking his dick. He makes a noise. I love that noise. I stroke harder, faster. He makes that noise again. I'm concentrating on his dick and he's trying to concentrate on what he's doing to me, but he's having trouble from the look on his face. So, I use my left hand to push his hand away from my pussy while I'm still stroking him. He's hard, but the look of pure lust on his face is priceless and I can't stop. My hand has a mind of it's own as I continue stroking him..fast, faster. But, then, I stop. "Did that feel good?" "Mhmm." "About as much as you playing with my pussy feels good to me." "Yeah." "You're on top, baby. I want you to pound me." The storm is getting worse. The thunder's getting closer and the lightning is striking too close for my comfort. I move towards the middle of the bed as he is moving to mount me. Moving up over me, lifting my hips up, grabbing his hips, I push him down, straight inside my pussy. "Ahh..mmm." "Pound me, baby." And, that is what he does. He starts pounding me... Hard. Harder. Even harder. Even harder than that. "Oh god! That's feels good!" I'm matching his pace. Hard Harder. Harder. Harder. I run my hands up his back, lightly scratching him. I can't resist. I'm a scratcher and a biter. The temptation is too much. He doesn't really seem to mind. I'm not exactly trying to harm him, and I wouldn't dare. At least, not without pleasure mixed in. My hands are now at his shoulders, I dig my nails into his skin, not hard, but not exactly gently either. I let my hands slide down his arms. I move my hands so they are on the middle of his chest, moving in opposite directions I move until they are at his nipples. Rubbing his nipples gently. That sensation goes straight to his balls. "Feel good?" "Definately." I slow my pace down to a stop. To just lay there and enjoy the fantastic feeling of his dick going in and out of me as hard as he possibly can go. Which is pretty hard, mind you. I know I'm going to be sore later, but it is SO worth it. I might not be able to walk, I don't think I really want to either. He's now laying on me, playing with and sucking on my 46D's. "Oh god, i'm close, so fucking close!" In and out In and out In and out He's humping away and I am moving my legs up, so he can get even deeper, and I hold my legs in place using my hands. His thick cock is making my pussy quiver. I can't take it anymore and I start cumming all over his cock. I can feel it run down. The clenching and unclenching of my pussy muscles make it hard for him to hold it anymore and once again he fills my pussy full. "You're gonna make me beg for you to stop, aren't you?" "Like I would." The storm has passed for now. We're both hot, sweaty, I'm sore, and he's tired. I get up and start getting dressed. "Where are you going?" "Outside." "Why? "Fresh air. I'll be back." "Ahh, okay." I finish getting dressed, grabbing my stuff. I open the door, step out, and close it behind me with a satisfied grunt. I head to the elevator, because there is no way I am going to make it down and up those steps. My legs are all wobbly and such. I step inside the elevator, pushing the button I want. I go down. I sigh in content. Damn, that was good and we're not exactly finished either. The elevator ride comes to an end, dings, doors open. I step out, walking to the end of the hall. I make my way to the front. I push the doors open and step outside to the cool, rainy, fresh air. Which feels really good on hot and sweaty skin..or at least the skin that's showing. Reaching in my pocket for my cigarettes and lighter. I pull one out and light it. Inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly. Ahh, nicotine! I'm standing next to the door, in my own little world. I didn't notice he came outside until he was next to me. "Hey gorgeous." "Hey sexy." "So, you get to watch me smoke in person instead of just on cam, but it is a nice night." "Mhmm." "Tired?" "Mhmm." I stub my cigarette out and turn around so I'm facing him. I smile. "C'mon, you get to sleep with me." "Yay!" "Yeah, yay." I grab his hand and drag him back inside. We walk down the hall and as soon as we step into the elevator he pushes me against the elevator wall. "Oh god, I love it when you..." Before I can even finish my sentence he leans down and kisses me, hard but sweet. I grab him and pull him closer and we continue this until the elevator stops, dings, and the doors open. I end it so we can go back to his room. He unlocks it, opens it, and I make him go in first... I smile. I take my shoes and pants off, but leave my shirt and panties on. I crawl on the bed, under the covers I go, and I lay down on my back. I watch him strip and crawl onto the bed, too. "You wanna cuddle, don't you?" "Sure." "Always with the 'sures'." , I say laughing. I move so i'm laying facing him. Getting comfortable. "You're staring at me. Why?" No response. "This feels weird." "Why?" "Because, I'm here..with you and not at home." "Want to go home?" "No, I don't. It just feels weird. I didn't say it was a bad weird. If it was a bad weird, i'd be home already." "True." He moves closer. "Gonna use me as a pillow?" "Uh huh." "Okay." And he does. My breasts make perfect pillows. So, he uses them as such. I lay there for awhile, watching him use me as a pillow before falling asleep another storm hits which causes me to try to move closer to him. I cuddle back. To be continued.... Authors note: I wonder, sometimes, if I am too passionate...and if people actually LIKE this kind of thing. Doesn't always have to be hard core, right? Passion is a plus, right? You're more than welcome to give me feedback and vote! It really is what keeps us writers writing. :o) Storms & Sex Ch. 02 I'm awake watching him sleep and listening to yet another storm. My hand is on his chest, my fingers moving in small, slow circles around his nipple. I'm not really trying to wake him up, but his body is just way too tempting to not touch. He once told me "give in to temptation", so that's exactly what I'm doing. I start moving my fingers in bigger circles. I love nipples. It's a fetish. I love to suck and lick them. He's awake now, I'm sure..but, he's not moving...much. I sit up on my left arm, continuing my circles and about to lean down when I hear "I kissed a girl and I liked it." "Crap! Damn phones" I say outloud but quietly. I reluctantly get up and walk over to my phone which I ignore because it's my sister and I really don't want to deal with her right now. How would I explain that I'm in a hotel room with someone other than my husband to my sister anyway? I take my phone and my toothbrush and stuff into the bathroom with me. I text instead of talking to her on the phone. Kinda hard to talk with your mouth full. After I'm completely done in the bathroom, I walk to the bed, but stop when I notice him staring at me. "What?" "Nothing." "Uh-huh." I'm in a tee shirt and panties, but he's looking at me like I'm naked or he WANTS me to be. Not exactly sure. I crawl back onto the bed and under the covers I go. He starts getting up, but at least his phone isn't ringing. I really hate phones at times. And, it REALLY sucks that I'm stuck in this crappy town. At least, I have great company who produces fantastic sex. Speaking of sex... It's morning. I like morning sex and I'm still horny. Then again, I'm always horny. The fact that I'm around him doesn't help either. Soon, i'll bring out my bag of 'toys'. He comes back into the "bedroom" as I am putting my pants on. Again, he looks at me weird. I smile at him. "Where are you going?" "Outside. Fresh air. Nicotine." "Ahh." "You could come with me as I'm slowly killing myself with tobacco." "It's just something I say. So, you can quit looking at me like that." I walk out the door and start heading toward the elevator. I'm waiting for the elevator door to open when he comes up behind me. As i'm waiting, I turn toward him and poke him in the side. Just then the door opens, so I turn around and step into the elevator laughing. I walk to the wall, turning around so I'm leaning against it after I push the first level button. I'm trying to refrain from grabbing him and pushing that one button just to fuck him in the elevator. Tempting. Very tempting. But, I'm not going to do it. The elevator comes to a stop and we step off and start walking to the door. I can barely hear the storm. It wasn't that long which is good. I'm pulling a cigarette out of my pack and lighting it. Inhaling then exhaling. Ahh, tis nice even though I smoke way too much. He's standing there. "Ready for me to leave yet?" "Nooo." I flick my cigarette out after it nearly burns my fingers. I haven't really been paying much attention to it as I've been watching him watch me. It's not like he's never seen me smoke before. I smoke while he's watching my webcam. "What are you staring at?" "You." "Why?" "Cuz you're sexy." "I'm sexy?" "Yesh." "If you say so." "I do." "Okay then. I'm sexy." Even though I normally argue with him on this, I remember a conversation we had where I admitted it..on record. "So, besides going back to your room to have sex. What do you want to do? Even though there really isn't much to do in this town." "Don't get me wrong, sex is great and I love morning sex, but I'm a night/early morning lover. Just can't leave you in your room the whole time you're here. Have to find something for you to do...besides me. I'm not complaining." "I don't know." "You don't know?" "No." "Okay. Then we can go back to your room and keep fucking until we can't take anymore." "Sounds good to me." "Thought it might." And, back to inside, in the elevator, and back to his room we go. As soon as we enter the door to his room, he pushes me into the wall and kisses me. I'm silently woohoo'ing. I enjoy that, a lot. He knows it. It doesn't take long before I let him undress me and walk me, backwards to the bed. I'm taking his shirt off then I sit on the bed and work on getting his pants and underwear off. I stand up, turn us around, so he's touching the bed and gently push him down. "Scoot up, baby." He does. I'm smiling at him. More like smirking, that smirk I get when I am thinking about taking over the world. Yeah, that's the smirk. My naughty 'taking over the world' smirk. I walk backwards to my bag, picking it up, I take it back over to the bed before dropping it on the floor I grab 3 things from it. All the same, but different flavors. "Know what these are, baby?" "Yes." "What are they?" "Body paint." "Yes, the ones that I have saved for you." "Mhmm." I toss them onto the bed before I start climbing on the bed and up his body, stopping at his dick. But, I'm looking right into his eyes, all because he's watching me again, still. I'm now smiling at him as I straddle his right leg enough to where he can feel the heat radiating from my body and I start stroking him with my right hand. Leaning down, I prop myself up with my left arm before licking him from base to head and back down again. Moving away from his dick, I lean over and grab all three of the body paints, opening them up. I use my finger and one by one "paint" his dick..like an interesting rainbow. Leaning back down I slowly lick and suck one color off then moving to the other, etc. He likes that, a lot. He's making noises which is turning me on even more so than I already am. Now really sucking his dick, I use my right hand again, moving in the opposite direction. My trademark, as I call it. I suck harder and faster. Squeezing and unsqueezing him with my hand. I moan as I go down and hum as I come back up. Removing my hand from his dick, I slide it down to his balls and gently massage them. Once, twice, three times. Fourth, fifth, sixth.. Going back up to his dick. He's close. So close. He's starting to stiffen up. I move faster, faster. Harder, harder. I lift my head, letting him pull out for a moment, still using my hand. "Come for me, baby. I want you to fill my mouth." then, I shove him back inside my mouth. Sucking as hard and fast as I possibly can go. He starts cumming. I lift my head and let him shoot in my mouth, trying not to let any spill out of my mouth as I'm swallowing it. Eventually, I remove myself from his dick and leg. I lay beside him. His eyes are closed.. "Post orgasmic bliss?" Not really expecting an answer. I just lay there on my back, listening to him breathe. His breathing returns to normal after a moment. I roll over onto my side so I can watch him. "Did that feel good?" "Mhmmm." Guess that was a stupid question, but one of those questions that just had to be asked anyway. For shits and giggles, even. I'm good with my mouth, and he didn't complain before, so I seriously doubt he'd complain now. I move back onto my back, to stare at the ceiling. Oh, what a lovely ceiling it is! "So..." "So..what?" "What's up?" "Looks like you still are. But, didn't you want me to teach you some things?" "Mhmm." "Are you hungry?" "Yes." "Wanna eat?" "Yes." "I've got something you can eat." and I smile. "But, that's not what I'm supposed to teach you. You're gonna have to come a lot closer than that." So, he moves closer. I take his hand and slide it down to my clit. Spreading my lips apart, I take his middle finger and place it somewhere near my clit. "Move your finger." ..twitch... "Oh god...do it again." ..twitch... His finger slips ..giggle... He moves it back ..twitch... "Stop." He stops. "Didn't really mean for you to actually stop." He continues. ..twitch... ..twitch... ..twitch... "Mmm, oh my god!" I know he's amused. I don't know why people find this amusing. My legs and pussy are twitching and it's amusing? ..twitch... ..twitch... ..twitch... "Mmm, stop." He stops. "I can't handle much more." I take his finger and move it to my clit where I then use his finger to get myself off. Oooh yeah! However, I want his dick. I push his finger and hand away from me. "What?" "Lube." While he's getting that. I move onto my stomach than up on my hands and knees. Ohhh yeah! "Anal?" "Hell yeah!" ....No surprise there... Let me refresh your memory. He has filled two out of three holes by now. Going for the third. Pussy and mouth. Now, we're going for anal. Lovely, but I REALLY want it. "Lube up and lube me up." He does. That's coooooooooooooold. But, it feels good on hot skin. My temperature is rising. "You're gonna split me in two." Giggling "Be gentle." I relax my muscles, moving so i've got a pillow for support, I close my eyes and not focus on the pain. That does hurt, but at least he's using lube. I've got to give him credit for that. That and he IS being gentle. Once he's all the way in and starts fucking me it isn't that bad. Starts feeling good after a few strokes. I move my right arm so I can slide my right hand down to my clit. I start rubbing it as he's fucking my ass. The feeling is overwhelming, but I'm not quite sure I will cum this way. "Mmm, that feels good." I'm busy rubbing my clit to respond at the moment. A few more rubs before I actually just stop and let him fuck me. In Out In Out In Out Faster Harder Faster Harder I grunt Harder Harder Harder Faster Faster Faster "Oh my god!" He's pounding away now. Harder Harder Harder Harder Harder Harder "Oh baby harder!" Harder Harder Harder "Faster." Faster Faster Faster Faster "Oh fuck!" I whimper. Harder Faster Harder Faster Harder Faster Faster Harder Faster Harder Faster Harder There's no stopping him now. Faster Harder Faster Harder Faster Harder Fuck gentle. Least he was gentle in the beginning. Harder Faster Harder Faster God he's HUGE! ...and long... Damn! Bump Pound Bump Pound Bump Bump POUND! I moan. He's not really moving now. He's cumming. Filling my ass up. Very, very, very hot! I'm too weak to move, but somehow I manage to get myself to move away from him... "plop" I lay on the bed. Breathing quite heavily.. Sore now. Very, very sore. A good sore, but still sore. He's never gonna hear the end of this now. "My ass hurts and it's all your fault." "Sex usually wakes me up, but damn...I'm tired." I'm gonna end up falling asleep. I know. And I do, but not before I get my panties on and get under the covers. It isn't night, it's day. But, I'm sleeping. It'll help with the pain, pretty much. * To be continued.... Authors note: I'm trying to make this into a three parter, maybe four. Not exactly sure. PLEASE vote and/or leave feedback. Thank you to my regular readers for giving feedback and also voting! You make this worthwhile for me! I do have to thank my muse too. HE makes this worthwhile for me, too. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! -Laura M. Bell Storms & Sex Ch. 03 There is another storm. The thunder is intense, but I am not as terrified this time. I wonder to myself, "is this one of mine? It's highly possible." It won't last long. Thank god, I need a shower. I feel someone behind me, it's him. Who else would it be? "Did you sleep or did you just lay there?" "That was pretty intense." And, the thunder rolls then suddenly it's all over.. I start to get up, even though every muscle in my body is screaming. Grabbing my bag which is on the floor, by the bed I make my way to the bathroom. Stopping, I look back at him upon reaching the bathroom door.. "Wanna join?" "Hell yeah!" "Aren't you ready to be done yet?" "Nooo." "Alrighty then." He makes his way to the bathroom. God, he's tall. Which is one of the many things I like about him. I stop staring long enough to go into the bathroom and start the water, waiting for it to warm up before stepping into it.. He's already naked, has been pretty much the whole time, except for when he picked me up and when I went outside. He looks goooood naked. I've got panties on, but those are off now. My glasses are now on the counter and I'm stepping into the tub. "Ahhh, that feels good! And looky I am completely naked..not too mention wet." But, I move so he's standing under the water. I'm grabbing my shampoo ..I love 3 in 1! Easier. So, i'll smell the same from head to toe. Hair is now shampoooo'ed and I'm covered in white. He's just hanging out under the water, watching me. "What are you looking at?" "You." "Why?" "Cause, naked looks good on you...and you're sexy." ..Sighs.. One day, he's going to make me blush. Just wait. Switching our positions so I'm once again under the streaming water. I'm facing him as I am rinsing out my hair and back before turning around to get my front. But, as i'm using my hands to help, I end up bent over. "This could prove interesting." I muse to myself. Pretty soon I feel hands. Mmmm, I like those hands on and in me. He's touching, groping, grabbing, and fingering me. Very, very nice. I'm getting awfully wet despite the water running down on me. I'm bending lower, spreading my legs as far as I can go. "Mmm, I like shower sex." Next, I feel a very hard dick pressing against me. I push back. "C'mon baby, see if you can just slide in." He does. YAY! I'm holding onto the facet, but it's digging into my palms. Since, I can't really do much in this position, I just let him fuck me. And fuck me, he does! In Out In Out Hard Fast Deep Harder Harder Harder My pussy is throbbing. Harder Harder Harder Faster Faster Faster Faster "Mmm, I like that!" Harder Faster Harder Faster Bump Bump Bump In Out In Out In Out I'm making noises that sound like whimpering AND moaning. Hard to explain that one. Feels incredibly good, though. Now, I've got my hands against the shower wall. Hands on my hips, he's just fucking away. "Oh baby , oh baby, oh baby, YEAH!" Harder Faster Deeper One hand is now on my clit, rubbing away. I'm propped up against the wall with one hand. Sliding down the wall, though. You know, with it being wet, it kinda makes it hard to stay UP! I'm rubbing as fast as I can while he's fucking me.. In and out In and out In and out Harder and faster. I feel an orgasm building up. This is good, this is REALLY good. I'm continuing with my clit, as he continues with my pussy. I really do think he enjoys this. But, I'm not quite sure. A few more rubs and pinches i'm shaking and cumming. "Ahhh!" "Mmmm!" "Hot damn that was good!" "Came for you, baby!" and still am. Clench, unclench. I so love kegels. Tighten, loosen. Feels good! He's cumming. Mmm! "Fill me up, baby!" I remove myself from the shower. He's still in there. I dry off and put a fresh pair of panties, bra, and clothes on. Brush my hair. You know, all that stuff you do once you're done with a shower.. Once dry and dressed I make my way out of the bathroom. It's all steamy in there. He's out before I even leave the bathroom. "Think it's time for me to leave. You got me all night. You wanted to sleep with me, so you got it. Happy now? It's about time to eat anyway. You're more than welcome to hang out at my house." "Yes." Simple. He's so simple yet so fascinating. So easy to please, too. Which makes it so much easier. I grab my stuff and out the door we go! My house really isn't that far from the hotel, it's about 5 minutes, but there are detours now, because of the road construction crap that's been going on this summer and it's not supposed to end until next year. So, it takes a bit longer. Once to my house... It's not yet dark, there's still light out. "C'mon! You have got to be hungry. I'll feed you and you can hang out." He parks, I open the door and get out. "Come on. It's the least I can do.. and hanging out in a hotel room all the time sucks if you're not doing anything ...fun." He gets out. I'm going up the steps, walking across my sidewalk, and up the second set of steps that lead to my porch. He's tagging along behind me. I take my keys out of my pocket to unlock the door, opening my screen door. Putting the key in the keyhole, I stop, grab his shirt, pull him down, and kiss him before turning and opening the door. After he comes in, I shut my door. Locking it behind him. They are awake, but that's okay.... I'm hungry and I'm pretty sure he is too. The end. * Authors note: That concludes this story. Three parts. Should read the First and Second ones to know what's going on. I hope you all enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please vote and leave feedback. Thank you! -Laura M. Bell Storms and Silence She knew she shouldn't be out. It was late, nearly midnight already. The full moon glowed high in the sky, illuminating the path in front of her in the hazy shades of silver and blue~fae light she'd always heard it called. She sighed and moved gracefully along the path. She knew it so well now, traveled it as often as she could, as often as nature allowed. Her bare feet found the path well worn and softened by the freshly fallen autumn leaves. She walked with purpose, feeling the tension in the air increasing by the moment. She'd always been fascinated by storms, even as a child, now she had a very adult reason to be entranced by them. She wanted to be there before the storms struck~ to see if HE would be there again. She shivered at the thoughts of HIM. She didn't know his name. Had never had a real conversation with him, only glimpsed him amongst his natural element, The Storm Master; that was how she thought of him now. The first time she'd met him had been terrifying, and exhilarating. She knew she'd never be free of the images of that first meeting. That first experience of holding a storm inside her body.... It had been nearly half a year ago, a powerful spring storm had drawn her. She knew the place, she'd come here often during the years to sit in the relative solace on the large rocks looking up through the clearing and watching the lightning play in the sky far away from the rest of the world. Tonight seemed somehow different. The air was charged. She could feel the energy flowing in thick waves all around her. The wind tumbling her long hair around her in a whirlwind, she could tell the rain was close. She tasted the moisture in the air, could feel it on her skin like a gentle caress in the night. It caused heat to pool in the deepest recesses of her body. Her skin reacted, the nerves alive, singing with electricity. She stepped over to the large rock and sat down. Reclining she sighed, the storms had been brought on by an unusually warm spring; that warmth lingered in the large rock at her back. She closed her eyes and let the moment take her, the thunder boomed in the background and she felt it in her soul. Her diaphanous silk robe clung to her in the humid air; she never wore much to storm watch. It seemed redundant to her when she was simply going to either get soaking wet or take it off all together. Sighing, she pulled one leg up to rest on the rock, the other on the ground her body enjoying the way her back stretched and curved around hugging of the surface of the stone, it made her feel almost decadent to be here like this. Her family had warned her not to come here like this but in all the years she had done this, she'd never met another soul. And she believed that Nature protected its own here, she always felt at home on her rock. Just as she was relaxing she heard a noise, something out of place for her solitary wood, a footfall! She leaned up on her elbows, her long hair flowing over the edge of the rock, trying to see into the dim light, looking for whom she shared the wood with. Fear rushing over her for the first time, she didn't know whether to run or stay very still. Her eyes searched the semi darkness around her. The lightning cast shadows, dancing amongst the trees in the wind; she searched for something real and solid. Then she found it. Her breath caught in her throat and she slid back on the rock. Eyes wide, mouth slightly open grasping at the front of her robe; she stared at a very large, very REAL man. He laughed, actually laughed as she blinked. "What do we have here? A wood sprite, a nymph perhaps; have you brought this wondrous storm? Then lets not waste your efforts shall we?" He had a deeply accented voice that she couldn't quite place. She shivered as he stepped toward her. He reached out and placed his hand, warm and solid, on her cheek, she felt like she'd been struck by lightning. She wasn't sure if he was real or simply a figment of her imagination. She only knew he felt like the storm, raw, electric, powerful and all around her. He leaned in and kissed her on the top of her head, winked at her and turned back to the night sky. When he spoke his voice rumbled through the air like thunder. It caused her to shiver and tremble. She was still unsure if she should run or tell him to leave, though she didn't see him as one to take orders from a slip of a girl in a nightgown. "Storms are amazing things. The energy held there is erotic is it not?" He glanced back over his shoulder at her. "Ever made love in the rain Nymph, with the thunder at your back?" She closed her eyes and shivered. How could this stranger know of her darkest fantasies, her deepest secrets? When she opened her eyes again he was directly above her, one knee on the rock by her hip, the other on the ground, effectively pinning her in place; so much for running. He leaned in and ran his tongue over her slightly trembling lips, his voice rumbled against her body, rolling over her like the thunder again. "I wont hurt you too much my Nymph, but you don't seem afraid. What do you say? Harness the storm with me?" He ran his hand up her chest to her shoulder gently sliding under her robe pushing it down to expose her. Her breath caught in her throat but she did not stop his hands from traveling over her skin, and around to cup her breast. The moonlight cast her skin in a soft glow. She was entranced. She knew she should leave, but for the life of her, she couldn't. His touch was electricity and her body a perfect conductor. She licked her lips and looked up into his eyes. His silhouette lit at that very moment by a large flash of blue white lightning. She gasped and jumped, closing the distance between their bodies in the process. He pressed her back onto the rock and leaned onto her, taking her hands in his and extending them above her head. He kissed her. The kiss was excruciating in its sweetness she felt it in her core, deep in her womb, where nothing had stirred her before. She whimpered softly, He chuckled and ran his hands down over her body in a slow sweep, removing the thin silk robe with the magic of a single touch. She swam in sensation. He stood and glanced down, smiling as he removed what little he wore. He rejoined her on the rock. His body warm and hard, yet she shivered at his touch. He kissed her lips again, and started moving. He trailed kisses down her face and neck, stopping to nibble at the collarbone. She closed her eyes and threw her head back gasping for air that seemed to thick to breathe. She felt the first drop of rain on her face. He growled, the sound vibrating through her, and then bit down sharply on her nipple causing her to cry out. She arched into him. He placed a firm hand on her hip and held her in place as he moved to the other nipple, chuckling as he swirled a hot tongue around it watched it tighten in the wind to a hard peak before closing his teeth swiftly over it and rolling it firmly between them. Her entire body melted, dissolved into the mists of the night and remade itself as something entirely new. She whimpered and felt the heat pooling between her legs. He pressed himself against her, grinding slightly. The rough stone at her back sensitizing her skin even more as he trailed his tongue lower over her navel and across the hollows of her hips. Stopping on each hip to nibble and bite. She clenched in anticipation. The rain fell faster and the lightning played above them. He knelt at the end of the rock running his hands up her thighs. Her legs opened willingly, her body shivering from the loss of his hard warmth above her. He moved closer. Hovered just above her, she could feel his warmth and his breath. The heat caused a shiver of a different kind as he blew across her body. Like the wind in the air. "What treasures do you hide Nymph. Shall we see?" He bent his head and at the first touch of his tongue she fractured. Her cry echoed through the wood on the top of the howling wind. The storm increased as he flicked and licked and traced circles inside her until she was writhing in need. He raised himself above her suddenly and with a growl of satisfaction, thrust forward between her hips. Sliding in deep as the thunder reverberated through the ground, shaking the ground and the rock. Her whole body clenched as he entered her. Her back came off the rock. Her hips held tight in his hands. She cried out. The rain chose that moment to come in heavy sheets. Wisps of steam rose created by the cold rain landing on passion heated bodies, glowing in the silvery light of the full moon. With every crash of thunder he thrust harder, deeper, until he was inside her soul. Matching the ferocity of the storm with their lovemaking, the wind whipping her hair around them wet now. Hitting their skin soft in some places, cracking over them like a whip in others. He threw his head back and yelled as the lightning flashed and hit a not to distant tree, thunder cracked overhead and her world tilted askew! He fell forward over her, his large hands cradling her head as he placed a gentle kiss on her hair. Smiling down he kissed her lips and stood. Never looking away, he pulled his clothes back on and handed her the now soaked robe. She pulled it on, leaned back on the rock and felt the magic slipping fast from the air. She closed her eyes and wondered again at what had just happened. When she opened them, he was standing looking down at her. "Nymph, I believe I will enjoy a good thunderstorm from now on!" He chuckled and offered a hand to her. She stood and looked at him. "Do you need an arm to walk home on wood sprite?" She still hadn't spoken to him; she thought it best as she didn't trust words at the moment. She simply shook her head and turned to go. She looked back over her shoulder to see him watching. He smiled and winked at her. "Till the next storm, lovely one." She heard him chuckling all the way home... She finally made the clearing. Shaking her head from her reverie, she looked around and started toward the rock. Her breath caught in her throat as she heard the low chuckle rolling in with the newest round of thunder. "Hello again my little Storm Nymph, are you ready for the evening?" She smiled and went silently to his side.