Page 58 of Rainstorm

My hips thrusting hard, I drove my length still deeper inside her, the pleasure swelling at the base of my spine, filling my balls.

She gasped as she gripped my face between her hands. Guiding my mouth to hers, I let her take control of the kiss. That gave me a moment to pull back a little, before surging back inside her again, my hand seeking out her perky tits, my thumb tugging the soft flesh, making her walls squeeze me, sending me almost over the edge.

Every thrust sent her higher, her back arching, her body gliding, soaring as the pleasure took her over the edge, unable to mute the scream ripped from her.

Bliss.

Euphoria.

I dragged my hand down her spent body, my fingers moving to where our bodies were still joined, my thumb circling her clit. “Fuck, Rose. Fuck.” I was pretty sure I sounded like a Neanderthal, just grunts and one syllable words, but it was all I was capable of.

But I got her body to spike again, this time taking me with her.

And until that moment, I’d never experienced such an incredible level of ecstatic pleasure, as my release filled her.

Filling her, while my heart filled with all of her, with everything she was.

With Roselynn.

???

“What can I do to convince you to stay here in bed?”

Her happy laughter filled our room, as the reddish haze of dawn flooded our room, the wrinkled sheets testament to our activities.

Our legs entwined, our bodies mingling.

I was sated and yet still ravenous for her.

But thankfully my woman’s appetite had matched mine.

It was already Sunday, our Saturday had vanished between sighs.

Between moans and grunts, between caresses and thrusts.

Between kisses and touches.

Between love and passion.

But while I was greedy for more, Roselynn had other ideas.

“You promised I’d get to see my man riding the waves in his wetsuit, so I’m expecting you to keep your word, Holland. After all, don’t they say surfers love the dawn patrol?”

I groaned in protest as I let my hands wander over her warm bare skin, hoping to tempt her to remain closeted together in our private retreat.

“And what exactly do you know about surfing? Have you left a trail of broken surfer hearts on the beach?”

“Hardly,” she retorted as she playfully smacked my shoulder. “But the weather girl has to know what information her viewers need, so naturally I did my research. Now, come on, it’s a glorious day, so let’s make the most of it.”

“You’re not going to change your mind, are you?” I sighed.

She just laughed, her mane of glossy dark hair cascading over her shoulders as she shook her head.

Beautiful.

I was dazzled by such magnificence.

How could I deny this beautiful creature her wish?

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