The summer days have been hotter than usual. The air is thick and humid, and I’m able to do very little besides lie down naked in the cool retreat of my bedroom. Luckily dark clouds are forming and I finish the evening with romantic sex during a storm.
Today has been hot. Too hot. My entire body feels sticky, drenched in sweat. The humid air clings to my skin, naked because it’s too warm to wear clothes. There is no fan or air conditioning. I lie on the bed in my room, occasionally fanning myself with a magazine.
I doze off a little, and am only woken up by the sound of Andy letting himself into the bedroom. It must be later than I thought if he’s home from work already. The sky has darkened considerably, but it’s not past sunset yet. Instead, dark clouds have covered the sun, full and ready burst.
My windows are open and a strong breeze blows into the room. It sends sweet relief to my sweating body, and I stretch out lazily to enjoy it. Andy takes off his clothes quickly and lies next to me on the bed. I consider rolling over to cuddle him, but i’m too warm, so I content myself with simply resting a hand on his thigh.
He has such strong legs. I like being able to feel the strength of the muscle under my fingers. His legs are quite hairy, but I don’t mind that at all. I close my eyes and start to slowly trace my fingers in a slow circle.
The rain starts falling down outside. At first I thought maybe a car was pulling up outside, because it was so loud. Large, fat drops of rain start hammering down. An outpour of water from seemingly nowhere. I think the streets will start overflowing with water within minutes of this.
The sound of rain against earth is nice though. There’s a steady rhythm to it, and I subconsciously start stroking Andy’s cock in time to it. It’s not that I meant to, my hands had simply driven themselves there without my noticing. He’s rock hard.
I stroke his shaft steadily, happy to feel his heat under my fingertips as I listen to the rain outside. Now I roll over to him, curling into the curve of his shoulder. My hand continues to touch and explore his cock, spreading the fingertips as I grip him.
I let out a little yawn, still half asleep. His body is warm, but there’s a wonderfully cool breeze coming in. I feel both sleepy and refreshed at the same time. Andy’s hands have made their way to body.
His hands travel gently from my shoulders, to cupping my waist, and then stroking my legs. It feels lovely. The soft glide of his touch is gentle and tingly. I roll over onto my back, letting him play with my body for a while, whilst I laze back.
It feels nice being touched. Not having to worry about doing anything myself. I’m treated to soft kisses along my neck and down the valley between my breasts. He takes each nipple in his mouth and gently plays with them using is tongue. His other hand cups the free breast and massages playfully.
He comes up and kisses me. My mouth opens for him and his tongue challenges my own in a sensual dance. I love kissing the most. It feels intimate. His hand slips down between my legs, his mouth still on mine. When he touches me, he finds out I’m already dripping wet.
He starts to slowly finger me, then a bit faster. My legs clench around his hand. My arms are tight around his fingers. I feel like I’m going to get swept up in a storm of our own. He brings me so close to the edge that my body is already starting to shake.
When it feels like he’s been teasing my forever, he moves to position himself on top of me. In one breathless motion he plunges his entire length inside me. It feels so good to be filled up like this. His cock is hot, but I like this heat. I like feeling him inside me, pulling out and then pushing back in.
His hands slip under my bum, and he lifts it up a little to penetrate deeper. It feels amazing. It also lets him use a bit more force, and soon he’s really ramming it in hard and fast. The rain outside seems to have also picked up with his pace, and I wrap my legs around his waist, encouraging him on.
Every thrust sends a wave of pleasure through my body, rippling from the tips of my fingers down to the tips of my toes. I push back into him, trying to get as much of his cock in me as possible.
I’m biting my lips, unable to suppress the moans of intense pleasure that are escaping me. Andy’s breath is also changing, and I can tell that he’s about to come soon. He starts to thrust faster now. Harder. His hands are on my waist for a better grip. I feel like he’s surging into me, and when he comes, I can feel the hot liquid shoot up inside.
He continues thrusting, making sure every single drop is pumped inside. There’s so much though, that when he pulls out, a trickle of white comes out as well. There’s a wet patch on the bed, and it seems the rain outside has subsided a little bit too.