Divine Intervention: One Shots

The Storm

I woke up to the sound of thunder and the rain hitting the window. I stretched my arms out and found the bed empty. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I saw his silhouette standing by the window briefly highlighted by the flashes of lightning. 

“What time is it?” I asked with a yawn. 

He turned to look at me, “Early. Four a.m. The power is out," he responded. “Go back to sleep.” 

I sat up, “Come back to bed.” 

“I will. Having a hard time sleeping," he sighed. 

“I would be more than happy to help you sleep.” I held open my arms. 

He walked over to his side of the bed and crawled in. He slid easily into my arms. He put his arms around me and pressed his lips to mine. I could sense an uneasiness in him and the gentleness lasted all of a second. Soon his hands were rough on my body and his kisses became bruising and biting. The wind picked up outside as if his mood and emotions were controlling it. He gripped the hem of my tank top and pulled it off and tossed it away. His fingertips dug into the skin on my back and shoulders and anywhere he found purchase with his wandering hands. His lips and teeth traveled the column of my throat. 

My fingers tangled in his curls, tugging lightly. His teeth found a very sensitive nipple as he traveled further south on my body. It felt amazing. Whatever storm was raging inside of him needed to come out and I wasn’t going to stop it. His hands continued to slide over my hips, pulling my pajama pants and panties with them. I reached for the hem of his t-shirt and he paused his actions long enough to allow the fabric to pass between us. His eyes found mine in the dark seeking permission to continue. I responded by claiming his mouth with my own. He slid out of his own pajama pants and underwear. Soon we were skin to skin, flush against each other from nose to toes. 

He slid one of his legs in between mine and rubbed his thigh against my already wet center. I moaned into his kiss. 

“Like that, huh?” he asked. 

“More. Please," was all I could respond, my nerves tingling. 

He pushed me so that I was laying on my back. His hand skimmed the outline of my body from my shoulder to my hip and then slid softly across my belly and trailed through the sparse pubic hair. We moaned simultaneously as he slid one finger inside of me. He quickly slid another one in and I shivered. 

“Are you cold?” he asked. 

All I could do was shake my head. He removed his fingers and I whined. He shifted his position and laid his body over mine. In a blink any gentleness was gone and he was the storm again. With a quick thrust of his hips he pushed all the way inside of me and pulled all the way out and all of the way back in again. The sensation of being filled, emptied and then filled again was almost too much. He kept up the motion, getting faster and faster. Looking into his face, he was completely lost in the action. His eyes were closed and the wrinkle between his eyebrows indicated his concentration level. As he continued to roll his hips into me, I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold him closer. He slid an arm under my back and rolled so that he was laying on the bed and I was on top, never breaking contact or momentum. His hands grabbed on to my hips and proceeded to guide my body into the rhythm he had created. 

The new position forced him deeper into me and before long I hit the edge of bliss and tumbled over. He followed soon after. I collapsed breathless onto his chest. He put his arms around me and traced shapes with his fingers on my bare back. The storm was still raging outside, but the one in him had found its calm.