Stormy P.O.V-
I'm not too sure how to even explain it. As soon as I felt his lip press against mine. It was like a growing sensation only developing the longer we kiss. It was not for want but for need, the need of his lips, of his touch, of his presents... The feeling of his touch the feeling of his present and his lips.
It gave me a type of electricity that no body else could ever give me. It Isn't something that I want yet something that I need. I feel with out him, I'll be alone, with out the electricity I'll feel normal again, and I wish I could forget reality for a while.
Michael's hands suddenly tugging me closer by the waist, are damp bodies connecting almost as one. The rain hitting as if pellets showering from the sky; the cold sharpness of them only causing the heating touch on Michael to make me feel warmer.
Our lips slowly slipping apart, "Jump" He mumbles his voice roughed and quiet. As the word falls breathlessly off his tongue. Subconsciously I quickly follow his actions jumping, my legs wrapping around his torso as one of his hands grip my thighs and the other the small of my back.
Our lips finding one another, for electricity to flood my body once again. My arms wrapping tightly around his neck, my hands tangling into his brown wet hair. His lips soft and firm strongly pressed against mine. The taste of hot chocolate becoming more powerful the longer we kiss. My eyes tightly locked my hands encased into his hair, tugging lightly for soft moans to draw from his mouth.
I can only smile against his lips, the only sound is the downpour of rain around us. Suddenly I feel my body pressed roughly against a hard cold surface, causing me to gasp against Michael's lips. I guess he quickly took his chance his tongue shifting into to my mouth gliding over mine, for us both to moan.
