Page 27 of The Brooklyn Way

“Well, you wait until it starts raining to decide that you just have to have something from the store right now. Or if you’re out, like at the mall or something, you decide that the right time to venture out to the parking lot is when the rain is the heaviest.”

I chuckled at her explanation, mainly because even having only known her for two days, I could definitely see her being that person. “I can tell you’re not from the coast. Heavy rainstorms make us nervous. Even when it’s not hurricane season. They trigger us.”

“So, do y’all just hunker down indoors until the storm passes?”

“Some of us.”

“I don’t know. Rain is like… my love language. I get really… alive. I want to be out in it. I want to feel the drops hitting my skin. You can’t tell anybody what I’m about to tell you, Cameron. Okay?”

“Okay.” I agreed easily. First of all, I had no idea what she was about to say. Secondly, we didn’t really know the same people, besides Carrington. Who was I going to tell?”

“My fantasy is to have sex in the rain.”

I could admit that I hadn’t expected her to say that, but then again, it was always the ones you didn’t expect that ended up shocking you. “Word?”

“Yeah. I already get a thrill from the feel of rain falling on my skin. I can only imagine how… intensified that thrill would be if the hands of my lover were also touching me. Like the wetness of our kisses mixing with the wetness of the water. My clothes sticking to my body—”

“Damn, you’ve thought this out.”

“Of course, I’ve thought it out; it’s my fantasy. I’ve worked it all out in my mind.”

She had the shit all worked out in her mind? Shit, now I was working out how to make that happen for her. “Brooklyn, you talk too fucking much, because now you have my mind going.”

She giggled. It sounded a little nervous to me. “No.” She stretched the word out. “That’s not what I was trying to do. I was just saying.”

“Lil mama, if it starts raining while we out here…” I let my thoughts trail off.

She guffawed. “Oh my goodness, Cameron. Stop playing.”

“Ain’t nobody playing but you.”

“I’m not…”

Before she could finish the thought, a flash of lightning lit up the night sky, followed by thunder and drops falling.

“Not the sky opening up at your command,” I teased at the same time she jumped up from the chair. I watched her silently, almost sure that she was about to head for the house. Instead, she sat on my lap. Her thick thighs straddled my legs.

“Would you kiss me? I wanna experience what it feels like to be kissed in the rain. I’ve never been in a—”

“Say less.” I took her mouth.

I’d never had a romantic relationship with rain. As I had told her, rain could be contentious living on the coast. You never knew when a light rain shower was going to turn problematic, particularly during the summer months. But I had to admit that it was a heady ass feeling to kiss in the rain, especially when the rain was as hot as the rain falling on us was.

While we were kissing, I felt Brooklyn’s hands moving between us to get the blouse she was wearing untied. Though I usually would’ve helped my partner get out of any clothing they were wearing, I wanted to be careful. I had a lot to lose and I didn’t know Brooklyn. I didn’t help her. She didn’t seem to need it, though. She had that shirt off in a few seconds flat.

“Oh, this is better than any fantasy I could’ve come up with,” she told me once she broke the kiss. “I want you to touch me everywhere. We don’t know how long the rain is gonna last. I wanna feel everything.” She reached behind herself and unfastened her bra.

When her heavy ass titties tumbled out and brushed against the wet fabric of my T-shirt, I took her nipples in my fingers and squeezed the shit out of them. She groaned and bounced on my groin. I couldn’t resist. I pulled one of her mounds into my mouth, sucking hungrily.

When I released it, I spoke. “Do you want foreplay in the rain, Brooklyn, or do you wanna get fucked in the rain?”

“Fucked.”

Her decision was swift. Before I could really even process it, she was standing from my lap, pulling off her panties and hiking her skirt over her ass. I was with it. I quickly lifted my ass from the chair to pull down my joggers and my drawers. I sat back down in the chair, and Brooklyn hovered over me, rubbing the lips and entrance of her vagina over the head of my dick. I plunged my hands into her hair. Her once big, bouncy curls were now sticking to her head and face. She looked beautiful. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply while rain pelted us, and her hot pussy created inebriating friction.

Reluctantly, I pulled away from her. “I thought you were trying to get fucked before the rain stops? Why’re you playing with it?”

“Because it all feels so good. It’s my fantasy and it all feels even better than I imagined.”

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