Page 56 of Rainstorm

An open road to love ahead of us.

Blue skies and sunshine.

Heaven within reach of our entwined hands.

Her lying naked in front of me, my cock throbbing and ready to discover her hidden warmth.

A magnet summoning the steel rod between my legs.

She made the entire world fade away and cease to exist.

I gave her all I had.

And I wanted the same from her.

All of her luscious body just for me.

Promise was in the air, shining in the golden light surrounding us, as my hands gathered her lush hair, exposing her long neck for my lips.

Electricity rolled down my spine as her body trembled at my touch.

This mysterious yet sweet woman was driving me crazy. Crazy with an all-consuming need to possess her body and soul.

So real and overpowering.

Her nipples pebbled for my lips, for my teeth. Delicious as ripe cherries. “You’re so goddamned beautiful, Roselynn.”

She moaned in reply, fire heating her eyes.

Her intense gaze followed my fingers as I slipped her lace panties down her legs.

The storm was looming, growing stronger.

So fierce, I could only hear the thud of my pulse reverberating in my ears.

Her soft moans. Her erratic breaths.

Lust and greed curling like spiral through me.

The need to possess this woman.

It wasn’t just desire.

That wasn’t a strong enough description of what I was feeling.

I was driven by need as my body vibrated against hers, ready to take what I wanted.

The caveman inside me jealous of any space between us, kissing her, my lips travelling to the oasis hidden below that flat belly, between those thighs she’d spread for me. Just for me.

My body vibrating among hers.

Ready to take.

I ran my fingertip very lightly over her slit, making her moan.

“Is this what you want? You want me to touch you like this?”

“Fuck yes,” she whispered.

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