2 comments/ 9786 views/ 2 favorites Thunder with Lightning By: wickedmystery It's not often that you get lightning just because thunder rolls, and for a long time, that's how I'd felt. I'd never been in love with anyone living, and I didn't quite like the idea of lust without the emotion. Sex is a wonderful thing, but it just- seemed lacking if sparks weren't flying in my head and my heart as well. And then, there was my darling Brat. He's so adorable, with a wicked grin and the prettiest brown eyes I've ever saw, and I wasn't even one for dark eyed boys. He walks tough, and cracks a lot of jokes, but don't let that fool you, he's got a heart of gold underneath all that. And underneath his clothes? Oh my. Let's just say I thank the gods that this one likes to walk around naked. I'd never been a sex fiend, but then, he got a hold of me. We'd talked for ages, about everything and anything, and honestly, I fell in love with the boy's brain long before I knew enough to pay attention to what the rest of him might entail. Thunder was rolling, so to speak because I couldn‘t seem to get enough of talking to him. But, I'd long ago learnt, just because thunder rolls, doesn't mean you'll get to see the fury of lightning, and I never really thought about asking him to take it any farther than our lovely conversations. But, eventually, that happened, and he left me breathless, so smart, and funny and good gods the way he could look at you made you wish you were naked and underneath him. It was only a natural progression to wind up letting him take me to bed. The first time he took me to bed, lasted about four hours start to finish and left me with a smile and walking funny. But it's easy to chalk that up to the excitement of something new, and wonderful. Now, three months later, I still can't quit. And that’s the story I'm about to tell, how I finally figured out that sometimes, thunder rolls and lightning strikes ..and you just hold on and enjoy every minute of it. It had been a rough week, arguments had abounded and I was questioning what I was doing wanting to settle down and be happily in love. He was sitting at the computer desk and I was laying on the couch, stealing glances at his profile, and liking the way he laughed at things that happened on the game we both have a habit of playing. Somehow I feel asleep. Only to dream of him. The dream in itself was yummy. I came home from work, dead tired as usual, only to be promptly set up on the kitchen table and licked and sucked and bitten as if I was his last meal. I was so weak kneed in the dream that I couldn't even try the walk to the bedroom, and we ended up on the living room floor, rolling around until both of us were more satisfied than any human being had a right to be. I woke up, already wet and dripping at the thought of having him and got up to go over to him and kneel beside of him, kissing and biting at his neck, I saw his grin, but he made no move, so I pushed back the chair he was sitting in and pulled down the shorts he was wearing to start working on the thick and already growing cock that he'd been hiding under his shorts. Getting him in your mouth alone is a feat, he's so thick that you have to let your lips stretch to get your mouth over the head and comfortably settled around his shaft. And he tastes sooo good that licking and sucking him up and down, while hearing the little moans and groans he makes is enough to make me cum so much that my inner thighs get soaked. I played at licking and sucking at him until I just couldn’t take it anymore, I needed him in bed so I had better access to what was fast becoming my favorite toy to play with. He obliged and we lost our clothes on the way. I turned on the lights and watched him lay down, wanting to enjoy every minute of seeing him laid back, eyes closed, that smile on his face. I toyed with him more taking him back in my mouth and lavishing attention on as much of his thickness as I could at once. He reach down to pinch at my nipples and when I twisted around, his hand went between my legs to stroke at my slit and let his fingertip just barely push inside and drive me crazy. He had me writhing towards his hand, dripping wet with my mouth still fastened to his cock. I wanted to make him come in my mouth, something no other female has ever done for him, but, I seldom hold out that well. I looked up, frustrated and dying to feel him split me open as I worked him inside of me. I moved up to sit atop him, leaning forward to hungrily receive his kisses. I love it when his tongue snakes inside my mouth, the ring in his tongue massaging my lips and mouth. Goddess be, that’s heaven when he’s between my thighs running his tongue up and down me before slipping it inside and working the magic that he always seems to work. I seldom have enough patience for that, though, and instead end up begging him to hurry and give it to me. I kissed him for a few moments, rubbing against him and loving the feel of the tip of his cock against my opening, I always hesitate just a second, because his lovely dick has a habit of stretching me to the point of tearing, no matter how wet and willing my pussy is. He didn’t let me hesitate, and brought his hips up so that I had no choice but to sink the rest of the way down on him and enjoy feeling so full. His hands went to my breasts, pinching my nipples, while his mouth sucked on the top of one before going closer to where he knew it would just drive me crazy. I can’t hardly wait for his mouth to close around my nipple before I’m begging him to suck on it, harder, oh please, and bite. Yes, like that! Having his tongue raking against my nipple while I’m impaled on his dick is one of the best pleasures in life, that and hearing him talk. He has this voice that sends shivers up my spine, especially when he talks about how it feels. I love to hear that he enjoys my tight, wet pussy, or that he likes to watch me as I wrap my lips around his dick and suck on him like he’s the best lollipop I’ve ever had. And, I love it when he tells me before he’s going to cum, that way I can hurry to my own orgasm and enjoy the feel of him having his and leaving his seed deep inside of me. I writhed on top of him for ages, not wanting to stop, but wanting desperately to feel that lovely sticky tasty substance inside of me. Both of us were sweating and the way he moved his hips made me moan all the more. So good, I gasped as he let go of my nipples and rested his head against the pillows so I could lean down to devour his mouth again. Oh so good. My mind spun as my body bucked to its sixth or seven orgasm and I felt him tense. I kept up my pace and went a little faster, wanting to see that expression of release on his face, and that damnable satiated smile on his lips. “I’m going to cum.” he said before a gasp, and his body shuddered and I felt him pumping hot cum inside of me. I stayed still on top of him, panting, and ruing the fact that when I got off him, some of that lovely liquid would leak out. After my breathing settled I got up, and licked the combination of our fluids off of his still semi-hard and still very thick cock. He tasted so good, like salt water taffy made into a liquid. With a smile, I cuddled back up to him and drifted off into one of those, I’ve been so well fucked I don't need to dream types of sleep. And as I slept I realized, it wasn’t just sex that kept me with the man I was in bed with, it was that I loved waking up to him and hearing him talk about the dreams he had, or the day we had ahead. It was the thunder . . .and goddess knows, I’d just rode the lightning before drifting off to sleep. Thunder with Lightning Ch. 02 Lady in the street, but a freak in the bed. I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what all men wanted. Not a bad idea, I couldn’t help but thinking. And every woman has a little bit of freak, why else would we buy makeup, get our hair just so, and pick out lacy things to wear under our clothes. It’s all part of feeling sexy, and knowing that if we were to get out of our clothes, at least we’d be something to look at. Falling in love doesn’t change that, you still want to know that your man can’t wait to get you out of your clothes and into bed- or the nearest most convenient surface. Nothing like having a few buttons ripped in impatience to make you feel like you’re the best damn thing ever. Not that that’s happened a lot lately. I guess that’s part of it, things become complacent and you loose that ohmigod yes please I can’t wait need it now kind of urgency while enduring the sweetest torture. You forget what its like to spend just an hour on kissing and touching and teasing, much less the time that will follow that’s just making love. But there comes this sense of need that replaces all that slow tenderness and that in itself can be one wild ride. I know exactly why I fell in love with him, he was the kindest sweetest silliest soul I’d ever encountered, and I couldn’t get enough of him. Falling in lust with him, well, that was easy too. A good look in those lovely dark brown eyes and I was mush, much less his kisses that made me feel like I was drowning and didn’t want to come up for air, and the divine way it felt to be held in his arms. And, as I’ve said before, I’ll always thank the gods with a smile that the boy likes to walk around naked. As an old rap lyric goes, “brotha, wanna thank ya mother for a butt like that”. Thunder rolls when he looks at me just so, and sometimes, there isn’t a storm, but other times, lightning follows the sound, just like it did this morning. I don’t know how it started, we both were getting ready for work, running around in as little as possible before actually having to get dressed and get on with the day. The same thing everyone goes through. But he had on music and he’s always doing something. He was dancing around and grabbed me, and I couldn’t help but move with him. It turned into the sexiest little bump and grind and with his hands running up and down my back and resting on my bottom every now and again, I had chills. I’d forgotten that dancing was as much fun as you could have in your clothes, and I hadn’t really thought of how much just being that close to him turned me on. We fell into a sync where I could feel him getting hard as I moved in closer and lingered longer on rubbing against him. You could get lost in the feel of that, knowing that just dancing with you has left a man hard and wanting action. And I’d be lying if I didn’t have to say that my nipples were already hard and begging for attention and I was already wet and willing from just that little bit of contact. “Yeah.” was all he had to say and I had his hand and was headed towards the bedroom, pausing to kiss him as we both stripped off what little we had on. I love looking at him naked, especially when he’s aroused and ready and at attention. I didn’t do much looking as I was too concerned about getting what I’d felt grinding against me, inside of me. We didn’t break the kiss to fall into bed, and it’s became the most natural thing in the world for me to writhe under him just so and let him tease me with the tip of his cock. He’ll tease like that for what seems like eons with me begging please, baby, don’t. Please, baby, don’t stop. Honestly, it’s a sweet kind of torture, him rubbing against me ever so barely and making me wish he’d go ahead and slip inside of me. He knows it too, I can tell from the look on his face when I whimper and plead, and the satisfied smile when he rams deep inside of me. I seldom manage not to gasp when he does so, and then he’ll begin to toy with me, pulling almost completely out and in ever so shallowly, only to plunge deeply when I least expect it and make me moan and beg for more of his dick. “What’s my name?”, he asked playfully, going back to an earlier conversation about me refusing to call him master. “I don’t know.” I managed to say, too busy concentrating on the spasms he was causing in my nether regions and wanting to prolong the fun. He withdrew and barely rubbed against me, and I moaned as his mouth went to one nipple and his fingers pinched the other. He bit and pinched at them for a few moments, making me moan and bringing me so close to cumming, and then he stopped, and again, “What’s my name?” “M-master.” I said, lowly, sighing that he had stopped so short of letting me release. “I can’t hear you.” he said with a smile, and went back to thrusting inside of me. He gave me a few minutes of nice hard strokes and then again stopped. “What’s my name?” He said it this time, his cock barely inside of me, and me writhing up to take it back in. “Master.” I said, a little louder, a little more frustrated. And the teasing continued until I was almost screaming the word, lost in orgasms that started one after the other and only aware of begging for him to give it to me harder, and he was already pounding me so hard that things on the walls were shaking from the action on the bed. All I could hear was his groans and grunts and my own shallow attempt at breathing and as he went harder and harder and faster I had what has to be on the top ten best orgasms of my life. Wonderfully, the other nine are courtesy of him as well. As it subsided, he pressed against me and slid in and and out slowly. I’m almost spent, he whispered, and I nodded. “Then its time to get you on your back baby.” I had to smile and we separated only for the time it took to get him laid back against the pillows and let me get saddled up and ready to ride. As I’ve said before, sinking down on his cock is a thing of beauty in itself, it’s the one time I think I’m really aware that there are muscles inside of me there, and I can feel everyone of them shift to adjust to take him, and seeing that smile as my pussy closes around his dick, that makes it all the more worthwhile. It takes a moment to adjust, but only a moment, and I’ve fallen into a quick rhythm that I know brings me off again and again, and that just happens to work for him as well. He moaned and groaned beneath me, and I met his lips for kisses, sucking on his tongue almost in rhythm to the way I was riding him. I couldn’t take much more and I knew it, it was driving me crazy, being on top of him and wanting to feel him cum. I sped up and to my surprise felt the spasms that always meant another nice big orgasm was approaching and I wasn’t about to waste the good feelings I was getting from the cock buried inside of me, so I rode him harder and closed my eyes to enjoy how it felt. I was gasping for breath when I felt him tense a little, and it was then that I felt the warmth spread inside of me even as my orgasm continued and I bucked a few more times to get the most out of the feeling. Even after the spasms subsided I couldn’t catch my breath, and it was reluctantly that I got from on top of him and cleaned us up, glancing at the clock. We were going to be close on getting ready and getting to work on time, and it was entirely worth it. With a smile, I thought I’d name his cock Lightning, and have my own personal reason to smile when I said love is missing something if its all thunder and no lightning. I went to work that day with a smile, and every time I bent a certain way I couldn’t help but think of him and the mornings frantic coupling. Nice, very very nice, I thought, but its about time to give him a good three or four hours of attention and drive us both crazy. And I’ll let you know how that goes.