We'd arrived soaked, laughing at first, peeling off dripping jackets while thunder cracked overhead.
He reached slowly, thumb grazing my jaw.his other hand around my waist as he pulled me closer. His eyes burned raw hunger, tender at the core. First kiss tested; second claimed—tongue sweeping deep, hands vise on my hips, grinding me against his hard length straining through wet denim. I gasped into his mouth, nails digging his shoulders.
" are you sure " he asked gently
" yes " I whispered in his ear
In one go he yanked of his and my clothes .His hands roamed— he took one of breasts and started sucking on it as i moaned in pleasure ; he lifted me against him our bare bodies colliding . "Want you," he growled,
I wrapped my legs around his waist; he entered his little junior not gentle but hungry. A stretching burn hit me. My screams echoing in the room. I was pinned to the bed, my heels digging his back. Breaths punched moans—his name shattered on my lips..
after 4 hours
We collapsed in a sweaty, tangled mess on the sheets, chests heaving like we'd just run a marathon. My legs felt like jelly, every muscle screaming in the best way possible. The storm outside had turned into this soft, steady rain that tapped against the window like it was trying to whisper us to sleep. my head on his chest, fingers tracing sloppy little hearts on his skin without even thinking about it. No regrets. Just... this quiet, happy ache that felt right.
He turned his head, lips brushing my earlobe all soft and lazy. "I love you," he mumbled, voice all rough and sleepy, "like... until scientists figure out the end of the universe. And then some."
I laughed, a little snort that made him grin. "Keifer, that's... forever. You can even say it right when you're tired."
His arm tightened around me, pulling me half on top of him like I weighed nothing. His fingers got lost in my messy hair, tugging gently. "Good. 'Cause I'm keeping you."
We just laid there, breathing together, listening to the rain do its thing. My heart finally slowed down, matching his. For once, everything felt... simple. Not messy. Not complicated. Just us.