Written by alekzandreia
Yanna woke up to the sound of the rain hitting the glass window. With heavy lids, she slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of dark skies peeking through the curtains. The bedroom was shrouded in darkness save for the digital clock on the bedside table. It was already nine in the morning but the darkness outside would make anyone think it’s only dawn.
She mentally chastised herself for not leaving the night before. She’s not a fan of rain. And with the heavy downpour, she won’t be surprised if some parts of Metro Manila are already flooded.
She shifted to get out of bed but before she could move any further, she felt his arm around her waist, tugging her until her back was against his hard chest. He wrapped his leg around her thighs and pulled her even closer she could swear there was no air between them.
“I have to go,” she murmured.
His only answer was to pull her closer, if that was even possible. She tried to tell herself that she really should leave but her body was telling her otherwise. She couldn’t help it. She basked in the warmth of his skin against hers. His breath on her nape gave her goose bumps. She shivered with delight.
Another shiver went up her spine when he started raining kisses on her nape down to her bare shoulders where he nipped her lightly. She felt his manhood against her ass. Thick. Warm. Hard.
She reached behind her and squeezed his ass. He retaliated by biting her between her neck and her shoulder. The arm around her waist moved upwards, his hand cupped her breast, his fingers gently teasing her nipples until the beaded points hardened and ached.
“Dan…” she moaned his name as her hand ran up and down his ass and thigh.
In one quick move, he had her underneath him. “Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Her hands went around his neck. She dragged him down until they were skin to skin. “Good morning, sexy,” she whispered against his lips.
He smiled. Damn that wicked, sexy smile that never failed to make her insides melt and her heart to stutter. He nibbled on her lower lip while his hands begun that slow, torturous exploration of her body. She ran her fingers through his hair as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth. One of his hands was playing with her nipples while the other one ran down her flat stomach to her hips until it cupped her smooth bottom.
Dan broke their kiss. He rained open-mouthed kisses on her jaw, on her neck, on her throat. “So beautiful…” he murmured. Her neck arched when he lightly nipped her throat. “Mine. You’re mine,” Dan whispered. Warmth flooded her when she heard his possessive tone.
She gasped when his mouth alternately sucked and licked her nipples while his hand squeezed and kneaded her butt cheeks. She started writhing, her hips grinding against his, her labia rubbing against his shaft. She wanted him inside her.
“Behave,” he growled at her.
“Not possible,” she gasped.
“I’ll have to punish you, then.” He untangled her legs from his waist and pushed them apart.
“I want to feel you…” He lifted her legs and her ass off the bed.
“Patience, baby.” He cut her off. He sucked, nibbled and licked the insides of her thighs, her groin, everywhere but there. She whimpered.
“Stop teasing.”
“I’m punishing you.” He blew a breath on her cunt. His warm breath on her sensitive flesh caused a riot of sensations within her. She clawed the sheets. “Hate you,” she gasped.
“You love me,” he said smugly. She screamed his name as his tongue finally made contact with her vagina. She grabbed unto him, her hand pushing his head against her pussy, her hips undulating.
She sobbed his name over and over again as he sucked and licked her clitoris while his middle and index fingers were speared inside her,stretching and playing as he does with his damn piano. She lost all sense of time; all that mattered was the pleasurable feeling of Dan’s mouth on her. She felt a clenching sensation from within her. She knew she was about to explode.
“Come for me, baby.” Dan murmured, his hands and mouth never stopped pleasuring her. As if waiting for the gentle command, her toes curled, her thighs stiffen, her back arched and the world became a kaleidoscope of colors as she soared high towards her climax.
She hasn’t fully recovered yet when she felt Dan enter her, his hips rocking back and forth, his shaft going in and out of her, bringing her more pleasure. Their hands clasped, he buried his face on her neck.
“Again,” he murmured, his breath heavy. “Come with me.”
It was like her body recognized the rhythm that he started, her hips move to meet his thrust, her legs once again wrapped around his waist as they moved faster, soared higher. They screamed each other’s names as they reached the pinnacle together.
He was still on top of her, they were both panting, their hearts pounding, almost drowning the sound of the rain hitting the window panes.
“I have to go,” she whispered softly.
Without a word, he lifted himself off her and rolled off the bed. Butt naked, he went to the window and peeked outside. All he could see were dark clouds, heavy rain, and the occasional lightning.
He turned to her. She was already getting out of his bed, naked as the day she was born and busy looking for her clothes. He stalked towards her and tipped her chin up. “Stay. Just until the rain stops.”
He didn’t wait for her to react. After a quick peck on her forehead, he went straight to the shower. He winced when the warm water pounded on his back. He felt a slight stung on his butt. She drew blood. Again. He grinned.
He heard the TV turned on. He was facing the wall, his hands leaning on the tiles when he heard the bathroom door opened. Tense, he waited until he felt Yanna’s warm and luscious body pressed unto him. He immediately turned around and wrapped her in his arms. She nibbled on his jaw.
“A typhoon just entered Manila,” she said nonchalantly as her fingers played with his nipples.
“Yeah?” He couldn’t think. Yanna’s hands on him never fail to make his blood boil with desire. “Guess it won’t stop raining for a while, then.”
“Oh yeah.” A mischievous smile and then she was down on her knees.
Author’s Note:
Love scenes and erotic romance are not my forte. This is the first time I wrote something like this. Please bear with me. Constructive criticisms are welcome and will be greatly appreciated. And since I can’t help it, thank you to Danelle and Robin Van Persie for unknowingly inspiring me to try writing in this genre. 😀
My heart goes “thump, thump, thump” as I hit the Save button.
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