People fear storms like this, but they’re necessary for survival.
Mine seems tied to the woman in my arms, this wild, reckless conundrum I can’t sort out, nor do I want to in this moment.
Raven pulls her hands from around my neck and reaches between us to unbutton my fly and work the zipper down. I shift my hips back enough to allow her to free my cock, and the second her small, warm hand wraps around it, I almost come on the spot.
Jesus fucking Christ…
I kiss her harshly, probably a little too intensely, biting at her bottom lip and relishing the little gasp it elicits from her, but in the frenzy that’s overtaken me, I can’t consider the consequences of what we’re doing right now.
They don’t matter.
All that does is feeling.
She strokes my length from root to tip, gliding her thumb across the head, and my hips buck against her hand. That single motion almost undoes me completely and I drop my head back on a groan.
My body trembles—not from the cold rain but from the force of willpower necessary to hold myself together physically and emotionally right now.
Raven raises her free hand and grips my jaw, dragging my face back to hers. Her lips press brutally to mine, matching my intensity in a way she always has during every argument we’ve ever had. “Get my fucking pants off.”
Yes.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I frantically lower her legs to the ground, desperate to get to her, to feel her soft warm skin against mine, to be inside, to consume her and take her. She kicks off her boots and releases my cock long enough to shove her pants down to her ankles, pry them free, and toss them haphazardly into the muck the storm created along the path.
Rain instantly coats her skin, and a flash of lightning through the trees arching above us gives me an all too brief view of her nude from the waist down, her plain white t-shirt see-through at this point and clinging to her breasts, highlighting the lacy white bra beneath it.
Good God…
How could she have ever thought I rejected her because I didn’t want her?
There is nothing about this woman that isn’t beautiful. Even when we argued, part of me wanted to shove my cock into her cunt or her mouth just to shut her up.
I thought about more than I should have over the years, but I never could have imagined we’d end up here, like this.
Thunder rolls again, and I lift her and pin her back against the tree.
The bark must be scratching against her bare lower back and ass, but she doesn’t complain, just wraps her legs tightly around my hips, grasps my cock again, and aligns it between her thighs.
She drags the head through her already slick core, and I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from coming.
God, I’m not going to last.
This is going to be fucking embarrassing.
It’s been far too long, and I’m far too gone for the type of control I would normally possess.
My only hope is that she doesn’t expect anything but hard and fast.
Given how frantically she feeds the head of my cock inside her, I can’t wait anymore. I drive my hips forward in one long, harsh thrust that shoves her back against the tree even harder and buries me up to the hilt inside of her slick cunt.
“Fuck.”
Raven gasps at the intrusion, then squeezes around me so tightly it’s like a goddamn vise. “God, yes.”
A growl of satisfaction rumbles in my chest against hers, and her nails dig into the back of my neck again.
“Move.”
