The penthouse was made almost entirely of windows, and beads of water trickled down the glass. Rain drumming on the roof and windows, lighting up only when lightning crackled across a deep gray sky. There was a still air about the penthouse, no stirrings or noises except for the occasional billowing of sheets they had hung up for more privacy around their bed from the air conditioner swirling cool breezes. It was almost fort-like, and the only light seeping in through the glass roof. They had watched the stars the night before, and now thunderous clouds loomed above, giving them dim illumination in their fort of a bedroom.
Her chest rose and fell with deep, quiet breaths. Dreams of warm spring days in a field with children she yearned for. Closed eye lids moving as her loved one carried her away in the dream so sweet…
Awoken by a crack of thunder much earlier, he watched her. Her pink lips parted in such a way, a hunger roused in him. Already lightly holding her by the waist, he brought her further into him, nearly shuddering at the feeling of her slender, curvy body against his own. Her face was tilted in such a fashion, it looked like she was reaching up for a kiss, and this only excited his early morning erection even more.
She mumbled in her sleep, and then moaned with happiness, a sleepy smile spreading across her face as she held herself close to him. Eyes fluttering open, her groggy face shined up at his fully awakened one. Though not yet alert, she leaned up for a soft kiss. “Good morning,” she muttered, a smile in her raspy, low whisper of a voice.
This time, he did shudder, her warm, naked body and supple lips pleasuring his body so early in the morning. She looked up at him with shining eyes and he brought his lips to hers fast before she could say something else, yet kissing her slowly with delicate, burning heat. Her whimper of surprise was smothered by his moving lips, their rhythm a passionate, achingly unhurried dancing of mouths. He moaned into her as she enlivened fully and swung her leg over him, straddling his waist with control.
She broke away, panting ever so slightly. “Aren’t you excited this morning?” she teased with that flicker in her eyes.
Growling, he tangled his fingers in her hair and brought her mouth to his again. His fingertips hungrily skimmed her sides, igniting a fire deep within her. Like kindling a flame, he thought to himself as she cried out when he grazed one of the dimples in her back with his fingers. It was so easy for him to please her, and he knew it all too well, making her sway underneath his tender touch.
His hands dropped to his sides as her flirtatious glare snapped to his, a fire raging beneath them. He knew that look, and he barely had time to brace himself before she was pinning his wrists above him and sending her scorching tongue over his pink, raised nipples.
He arched, a groan piercing his lips. “Christ,” he cursed, uttering profanities under his breath.
She smirked and left his wrists to brush her hand below his belt, caressing his sensitive tip with her thumb. “God, you’re so…sexy,” she purred, giggling huskily.
He quivered with each stroke of her taunting thumb, strangled moans like music to her ears. Her comment took him over the edge, and he couldn’t handle it anymore. He flipped her over in one quick movement, pinning her arms down with desire flickering in his eyes. She stared up at him with the shock for only a second before her fire tamed to helplessness under him.
Getting close to her ear, hot breath sending a forceful shiver racking through her, hissing, “My turn.”
And he got his turn, sending first her, then both of them into euphoric climaxes.
Rain still pouring a flood of water over them, they watched the swirls of leaden colors pass by, gasping with ragged breaths.
“Good morning to you, too,” he muttered with a smirk.
She laughed, a melodic sound. “Took you long enough,” she teased lightly, giving him another quick kiss before settling back down with him under the covers.
He smiled. “How did you sleep?”
“I slept well,” she grinned, burying her head in his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her, soothingly stroking her back, eyes closed firmly as he tried to keep the moment forever. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she mumbled into his chest. “So much.”
He ran one of his hands through her hair and kissed the top of her head. Her breathing deepened and slowed, and he almost chuckled, thinking she had fallen asleep again.
“Well,” she exclaimed, wiggling out of his arms. “Do you want coffee?”
He shook his head, watching her shimmy into a pair of panties and clasp a bra behind her back. “Later.”
She shrugged and started taking down the sheets they had tacked to the ceiling. “Whatever suits you.” He admired her long body from the bed, loving the way she struggled to get it all down.
When she finished, she sent a flirty glance over her shoulder, walking away from the bed. “Where are you going, love?” he chuckled, watching her tiptoe to the door swiftly.
She flashed him a smile and opened the door, running out in the rain. Twirling, she went from completely—well, not completely dry—to soaking in mere seconds.
He rolled his eyes and tugged on some shorts to join her outside. “What are you doing!?” he yelled over the loud patter of rain.
She just laughed trying to stay out of his grasp, but he threw her over his shoulder and placed her back inside at the front step.
“And what exactly was the point of that?” he asked, only slightly annoyed as they dripped from the kitchen back to the bed.
“I want you to lick it off me,” she said simply, like it couldn’t have been more obvious.
He threw her down on the bed. And when he was done? There wasn’t a single drop. Well, I wouldn’t say that. Like I said, she wasn’t completely dry.
