The storm

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It was 2:57 pm here alone in my bedroom as the rain fell. The dripping sound from the drops of water flowing to window pane in a syncopated beat. I closed my eyes listening to the deep sounds of the weather outside, when I suddenly felt his embrace. It was sudden, but sweet, I did not push him away. Eyes still closed, he climbed on top of me and held my hair between his fingers and slowly coaxed my head. His hands were rough, but his movements were so soft. I couldn't bare to be without this feeling, his feeling. Moments go on and I felt the coolness of his breath drawing near to my lips, as his hands slowly trailed down my stomach. I let out a a quick breath, which in turn was a sigh of pleasure. His lips brush against my cupids bow , his lips split open to his tongue wrapping my top lip with his.

He started to get more aggressive and passionate with his body. His lips seemed to wrap me up in a bind, his hands wrapped around me, pulling me on top of him, in between his legs. He held me tighter and tighter leaving trails of kisses from my lips to my neck while gently rubbing his hands on my upper thigh. I wanted him to take me, I knew he wanted what I was holding back, but I was not ready to fully give in.

The rain poured heavier beating faster and faster on my window, he grabbed my leg and slowly opened it, the clouds got darker and thunder began to roll. He grabbed my breast and began to squeeze them, whispering my guilty pleasures into my ear. My breath gets harder, the thunder growls louder, his movements get stronger, the clouds get darker. The room is spinning. Spinning around by the sounds of my sighs and squeals that vibrate back to me in echoes. His hands slip lower, lightning cracks the sky, his hands go lower, the bed begins to shake, the room is spinning, his hands slip lower, my head is spinning, he gets lower and lower and lower, he finds what he was lusting for.

I feel the rush of the outside flooding, I hear him calling my name, I get nervous, I've never felt so much power inside of me. Whispering in my ear he tells me its okay to feel this way, just to lose myself in his handwork, to let go. I let go, and the bed lifted off the ground floating in the room. The walls unfold themselves falling off into the void. My soft breaths turn into powerfull emotions, I hear the rain beating harder I can feel the flooding spread up to the bed. I feel so free, I felt the power and intensity of us, I held his arm tightly and screamed my love for him.

Then the motion stopped, the room came to a hault no longer spinning. The water reseaded and I heard the walls creak back into place. I open my eyes to see the slight sprinkle of rain clear up and fog against my window. It was 3:07 pm and I was all alone in my room.

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