"I want to kiss you, with the rain pouring down, hair clinging to our faces, clothes clinging to our bodies, and us clinging to each other."
Valentines weekend, 2015
Lightning splintered the sky and she gasped, mouth opening for his invasion. Their lips collided as the first white streak crackled out into the sea and the heavens opened. Thunder rolled, growled curses at the ocean, screamed hurricane anger at the waves to batter the shore and her back collided with the brick.
Ice cold rain fell from above, the pitch black night sky losing all semblance of beauty as the stars shrunk back from the storm, hiding behind the clouds that gathered overhead.
They didn't hide from each other.
The rain pummelled their skin and he spun her, pushed her up against the outer wall at the side of their house and devoured her mouth, drank from her lips, sipped and then gulped down her kisses with relish. He couldn't see her, only feel, the rain sweeping away his vision.
He inhaled the scent that mingled when the water met the curve of her neck and ran in great weeping droplets out over her flesh. He inhaled and shuddered, and dove into memories of showers and baths and caught in the rain and the very first night she'd spent in his bed.
He kissed her, uncontrolled, untameable and she rose up, burning bright in the midnight darkness, and kissed him back.
She was ragged heat under the coldness of his hands. The slow movement of his fingers creeping below her shirt, and his palms spreading over her, just so, drew out a long, gravelly groan of pleasure. She caught his eyes, stared deep, shared in those long ago memories of rain plastered clothes and broken hearts healed, and then she caught his lip between her teeth, tugged and licked and bit out a delighted curse, right into his mouth when he touched her.
She flinched away at the coldness when his wet hands claimed her, only to throw herself back into his grasp, desperate to be closer.
Goosebumps erupted everywhere.
Slowly, as the thunder yelled bloody murder at the rolling waves and the lighting zigzagged once more, he began peeling away the splattered mess of her now see through white shirt, sweeping his fingers over her to still her movement when she sought to free herself quicker.
The cloying material bundled and snagged and fell with a wet slap, she shivered into his arms once more, mouths fused under the steady, cleansing stream of water that beat down. His shirt went next, followed by his belt, her fingers stinging points of ice contact when they slid across the exposed skin of his stomach.
He hissed and she smiled, lips and teeth clashing with his .
Oh, retaliation!
He smoothed his palms up her back, opened his hands in her hair, fisted them tight and shuddered at the echoed fall of moisture wrung from the tresses. With her head angled back his lips caught at her mouth's edge, darted down to lick the drips from her chin before smudging their way over the pulse in her throat.
Oh, retaliation indeed.
She spun him, ankle to the knee - the good one luckily - flipping them around and holding his hands at his sides. Her nails dug into his wrists, immediately soothed by the suggestive stroke of her fingers over his pulse, her teeth biting out at the underside of his jaw. Bite, bite, bite in time to each booming crash of thunder. Nature a weapon she wields to spike his temperature, feed his blood and skyrocket his heartbeat.
She plundered his mouth, dragged her nails down his chest and smoothed her hands over his heart through the wetness that gathered, bathing his scorched flesh in falling rain.
In the drenching downpour she began to strip.
She lost the shorts and the bikini that she'd worn all day as the last of the lightning splintered the sky, throwing the clouds into disarray. She dragged him free of clothes too just in time to hear the thunder yell out to the stars it was safe once more, and she laughed at the stunned look on his face when she stepped away from him, naked, her arms held to the sky.
"Where are you going?" He called loudly, voice raised to conquer the downpour that would not cease.
"It's raining," she yelled back, beckoning with a crooked finger that he follow her, "you're coming with me and we're going skinny dipp-mmhhh."
He swallowed the last of her words, lifted her off her feet and marched them towards the shore.