I ran back to the house through the summer rain, the wet grass tickling my feet, Maggie bounding at my heels. I had been out doing some final pruning when the first storm of the season came up, clouds rolling thick and dark across the sky, large droplets splashing down through the muggy air. In my white tank top and jean shorts I was instantly soaked through, but I didn't mind. The lawn behind the house was expansive and set well back from the road. It was an old colonial that sat outside of town on a hill by itself. I rented a few rooms on the backside of the first floor from a little old woman named Shelby. She kept to herself mostly, and I did a little gardening and entertained Maggie (her big golden retriever) to cut down on the rent.
As I reached the sliding door that led onto the sun porch I stood for a moment to let the rain spray the grass from my feet and I freed my long, dark hair from its high pony tail, letting the water droplets cascade down my face. The rain mingled with my sweat on my scalp and tickled as I stepped inside. Maggie followed me in, and I quickly closed her onto the sun porch to dry off before heading to the shower. As I walked I striped out of my clothes, my t-shirt was drenched and clung to my body like a second skin, my nipples erect from their bounce against the wet fabric as I ran up to the house. After I turned on the hot water I slid out of my shorts too, and hung both pieces of clothing on the towel rack to dry.
Stepping into the shower I let the warm water run over my body, relaxing my tight muscles and washing the sweat and small pieces of grass from my skin. I lathered myself with lilac body wash, paying special attention to my breasts, neck, and inner thighs. It had been almost three weeks since I broke up with Danny, and I was just beginning to feel aroused again. After enduring weeks of tension it was like waking up from a long sleep. I toyed briefly with my clit, but promised myself I would make an event of it later in the evening and rinsed the soap from my body and the shampoo from my hair.
I stepped out of the steamy glass cube and toweled off, rubbing the terrycloth roughly over my smooth skin, further encouraging the arousal of my aching breasts. Even in the secluded bathroom I could hear the storm outside. It had grown more intense, the wind whipped around the house, and the thunder rolled in the distance. I was thankful I had gotten in a shower before the power went out. As I walked out into my bedroom, hanging the towel on the bathroom door and continuing to run my hand through my long hair the power flickered and went out, casting the house into the partial darkness of the afternoon . I picked up my comb and went to stand by the grey light of the window while I combed my hair.
I looked out at the backyard as I combed, large puddles were forming in the freshly cut grass as the dark sky churned above. I shivered a little, thinking about the last storm like this. It had been the end of last summer, just when I was getting to know Danny, and we had had sex in the rain, rutting like animals on the side of a brook bed in the mud, too eager to return to the cabin where we were staying as part of a work retreat.
Things at work had unquestionably been awkward since the break up, though we didn't work in direct contact every day, and that had helped considerably. The worst part was I still didn't really understand why we had broken up. It was one of those conversations that seemed to just materialize, elusively and out of the blue, a decision falling into place before either of us knew what was happening. I wish I at least remembered what we had fought about. But there had been too many fights, and I was tired of always being the one to crawl back, willing to talk things through and try again. "It's time to move on" I whispered to myself, staring again out at the rain. With a sigh I set the comb on the night table in front of me and shook my hair out once more, turning to my bureau to get dressed.
As I turned my breath caught in my throat and I blinked rapidly, sure I was hallucinating. Standing at the foot of my bed was Danny. I hadn't seen him since the break up. His hair looked shaggy and uncombed and it fell roughly into his eyes which were dark with lack of sleep. He wore only khaki shorts, flip flops, and a dark green t-shirt. We stared at each other in shock.
Finally Danny spoke, "You know you're naked, right?" With a small squeak I groped for the comforter on the bed. No. I hadn't remembered that seemingly crucial fact. As I tore the blanket off the bed and fought to cover myself with it hastily, my thighs brushed together and a shot of electricity simmered in my lower abdomen. I felt a dampness building between my legs. How could I be so aroused at just the SIGHT of this man? But it was the effect he had always had on me, and I kicked myself inwardly for being so easily seduced. After covering myself with the comforter I quickly cleared my throat, trying to look composed, and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to return my keys." He explained simply, crossing the room towards me and dropping the keys on the night table near my comb, as he did so he made a point of not looking at me as I flailed to close the back of the blanket around me. I attempted to process the situation, but my brain was overloaded with emotion, and was that an erection I was noticing? All I could think to respond was "Oh. Thanks."
"Well." He said, standing with his hands in his pockets.
"Well." I replied, unsure of what he was waiting for, and with several questions spinning in my head. After the silence had stretched to an extremely uncomfortable point he cleared his throat and began walking out of my bedroom, towards the front door.
"Wait!" I finally managed to call as he walked through the living room.
"Yeah?"He responded, seeming glad I called him back, or was that my imagination?
"You still have my Clapton CD."
"Oh. Right. Ill bring it into work."
"Danny?"
"Yeah?"
"Why didn't you just bring my keys to work?"
"I-, I was in the neighborhood and it crossed my mind."
"Oh." My heart fell a little, he clearly wanted there to be no delay in moving on with his life.
"Thanks for the view though, that was an added perk" he joked, emphasizing the last word as his eyes drifted to my breasts.
I sighed heavily. Oh the classic ill-timed Danny humor. "Thanks." I replied sarcastically. "You scared the crap out of me. I could have sued you for breaking and entering, you know. How long were you standing there anyway?"
There was a long pause following this question. I assumed it was because he was figuring out how angry Id be in relation to the length of his exposure to my nudity. Finally, he said softly, turning to leave, "Long enough to hear you say it was time to move on. Bye, Kate."
Suddenly my heart was in my throat. Was this it? Had DANNY come back to make up, stubborn and proud though he was? A rush of emotion brought a blush to my face.
"No. Danny. Wait. That wasn't you. It was something else. Are you sure you just came to return your key?" I tried to balance my eager statement by adjusting the blanket more modestly around my breasts. I didn't want to seem too eager; we had broken up for good reason after all, right? When he didn't respond I continued, "If you wanted to talk I could make tea, or something?" I suggested quickly, noting his indecision. "Just let me get dressed-" I said, turning, but he caught me by my free wrist before I could go back to the bedroom.
I instantly became aware of just how close our bodies were, just how naked I was, and the sensation of his warm skin on my wrist. I dared not look up into his eyes, no matter what he said it could be a mistake, whether getting back together or staying apart. I bit my lip, staring at the floor. I waited. He drew me close to him until he could whisper into my damp hair, just above my ear, "All we have done is talk. Look where it's gotten us. I didn't come here to talk to you, Kate." His scent was enticing, a mixture of soap and the pine sawdust he worked with. I almost didn't hear him because I was so busy trying to convince myself to relax long enough to breathe him in. In fact, I didn't register what was happening at all until his lips were on my ear, in my hair, drifting little nibbling kisses down towards my neck, sending currents of passion to my core, and until he had pulled the blanket clean away from my body and let it fall to the floor. Oh yes. That was definitely an erection.
"Danny, I don't..." I began to utter, as his lips reached my collarbone and his arms encircled my naked back. But he cut me off, his face rising quickly to mine, his dark eyes piercing. He kissed me roughly, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth with urgency and violence previously foreign to our love making. His tongue was almost rigid, invading my mouth, as his soft lips plied mine. As he pulled away for a moment he repeated, "I said I didn't come to talk."
"But, what are we..." I tried to ask.
"Shhhhhh. One more word and I'll leave." He replied, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips. As he watched my reaction he let his hand slide down the smooth plane of my stomach, fingers tickling my nipples as they brushed by. His hand circled my ass and came to rest lightly on my mostly shaven mound, one finger dipping between my swollen lips to test my juices. He teased my clit slightly, and I moaned softly. I had no idea what doing this with him would mean about our relationship, but damn I wanted to fuck him. As I hadn't said anything else he slowly removed his hand, bringing his finger covered in my juices to my lips. I eagerly sucked them off the proffered digit.
"I'll take that as consent then." He laughed deeply before bending slightly to wrap both his arms around my hips, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. I squeaked in surprise as he roughly carried me, my head barely missing the door jamb. We returned to my bedroom, my breasts pressed into his lower back, bouncing with each of his steps. This was definitely a new set of moves.
As he kicked off his flip flops he tossed me onto the bed. I landed on the bare sheets with an audible "oof". I barely had time to roll over to face him before he had stripped his shirt off too and crawled on top of me. The soft material of his shorts strained in front of his erection, I could tell my submission was exciting him. His warm lips returned to my neck, tracing down to my collar bone and finally to my nipples, massing my breasts as he alternately sucked each nipple into his mouth. He held me underneath him with his knees, my legs pressed together between his. I ran my fingernails gently across his back as he kissed and sucked on my chest, knowing this drove him wild, all the while moaning softly at his precision. His kisses trailed down my breasts and across my stomach, stopping briefly to tease my navel with his tongue, before continuing down to the inside of my thighs, kissing and nibbling the sensitive flesh. My arousal was building and building inside me. His hands had to control my hips to prevent them from pressing my pussy into his face. He clearly wanted to tease me, and would stop occasionally just to smile up at me, his eyes daring me to say something, as I would usually be begging for release at this point.
My breath came in short pieces as I squirmed beneath him. He pushed me closer and closer to the edge of a shattering orgasm with his lips, teeth and tongue on my thighs. I bit my lip not to say anything, scared if I did he would leave or stop, and oohhhh God this felt good. My limbs tingled and my toes curled as he finally slid his tongue the length of my slit and swirled it around my clit. I orgasmed immediately, sending a flood of juices towards his face which he caught on his tongue and lapped eagerly before driving two fingers deep inside me and working them in a slow steady motion, building my first orgasm quickly into the second. My pussy contracted around his fingers as I moaned aloud, grasping the sheets in extreme pleasure as my second orgasm racked my body. As I caught my breath he climbed off of me for a moment and pulled off his shorts, his cock stood thick and erect, dripping with precum.
This was the part I had missed the most when we were fighting or apart, Danny looked from his cock and up to my naked, sweaty form, his eyes alight with a sort of animal hunger. I watched his eyes roam my body as he considered the choices, his hand slowly working his precum into his cock, determinedly rubbing up and down the length of his shaft. I could already guess where this was headed, and I was excited by it. My still tingling pussy throbbed hungrily between my legs.
"On your knees" he ordered, returning to the bed, pulling me gently by my hair into the position he desired. I quickly obliged him. The pain in my scalp was surprisingly erotic, as I placed my ass up and my face down I felt my nipples harden against the back of my arms.
Set up behind me, Danny continued to tease me, running the thick head and ridge of his stiff cock back and forth through my outer lips, occasionally rubbing the head against my sensitive clit, and puckered anus. My pussy was already dripping from my first orgasms, and his cock was soon slick with our juices. I wiggled backwards, pressing towards him, begging silently for him to enter me and fuck me deep. He ran his nails along my back, and bent down and gently nibbled the skin on my lower back and ass while his hands massaged my breasts. "Ooooh. Ohhhhh yes." I moaned, unable to contain myself.
"Was that a word, Katie?" He asked drily, his hands ceasing their motion, but remaining on my breasts, his stiff member remaining pressed to my hot center. I knew at this point he couldn't stop anymore than I could, but I remained silent, just in case. He stayed perfectly still, my erect nipples pressing into his palms and his cock throbbing against my swollen, wet pussy. Suddenly he squeezed my breasts hard, "Was that a word?" he asked again, his tone menacing, the pain he was causing was so intense it rose and mingled with the pleasure shooting through my body. I knew I would have bruises tomorrow, and yet the thought of his finger prints bruised on my breasts merely pleased me.
"Yes! Oh God, yes." I finally cried out, with pleasure and acknowledgement.
"That's what I thought. I'm going to have to punish you for speaking." He said sternly, pulling away quickly.
For a half second I freaked out that he was leaving, but I had barely finished the thought before he plunged the length of his long, thick, cock, all the way into my tight pussy, his balls slapping my ass as he pounded me. He began moving in and out of me quickly, forcing his entire length against my cervix again and again stretching my tight pussy with his huge cock, his hands gripping my hips hard, pulling me to meet each of his thrusts, driving himself deeper and deeper as my pussy flamed with pain at his force. The pain was intense, but I found that pleasure rose up to match it. My juices dripped down my thighs and slit as he pounded me faster and faster, his breathing heavy, our fucking more intense than ever before. I was so close to cumming, my pussy still on fire with pain, but the pleasure swirled in my core. I focused on the sensation of the head of his cock each time it crossed my g-spot and I closed my eyes as an incredible orgasm washed over me, my pussy clamping down around his cock, the muscles convulsing inside me. He pumped into me faster as I came for him, and even in my haze of excitement I reached around to cup and squeeze his balls. Allowing my face and shoulders to be driven into the mattress unprotected.
"Fuck yes. Yes. Ohh." He moaned as I felt his balls begin to tighten. He thrust into me twice more before I felt his cock begin to jerk inside me. He came explosively, his thick cum splashing across my insides as I came a fourth time, my pussy milking the cum from his cock, squeezing it dry, as our mingled juices dribbled down my legs.
Breathing heavily we collapsed beside each other on the bed, he brushed my hair, still damp, from my forehead, and kissed my lips tenderly. "Sorry" he apologized finally, his tone serious. I knew he was talking about our fight. I celebrated the victory, his first apology. I couldn't help myself from asking though, hoping for more, "About what?"
He laughed at my question, and then traced the curve of my lips with the pad of his thumb as I wiggled closer to him, aligning my body with his. His eyes smiled down at me, and I knew I wouldn't get anything further from him. I placed my hand on his chest, making it clear he was forgiven, and that I was sorry too. Finally he responded, his joking smile back in place, "I'm sorry because I think you'll need another shower."
I tilted my head back and smiled up at him, "Only if you'll join me..."
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