At First Sight

The Storm

A flash in Sara's eyes awoke her from her pleasant slumber. Michael's long arm encircled her waist, pulling her to him in a protective manner, his head sunken low in the pillows, blowing soft, hot breathes across her neck. Another flash lit up the room as lightning struck the ground in the distance. A rumble in the heavens bellowed through the early morning.

Sara slid out from under Michael's arm and he stirred, rolling onto his back inhaling hard before flopping his hand upon his chest. She pulled a blanket from the floor and threw it around her shoulders, padding her way towards the terrace window. Stealing a glance at Michael her mouth turned up with a smile. He was sprawled out in her bed, the satin sheets laying low down his body leaving his entire belly to her gaze.

Another low rumble caused her to look out of the window and into the storm. The door rattled in its runners as she pulled it open and stepped into the cool night air. The clouds were a black blue, the colour of bruises as they drifted heavily across the sky. The streets below were empty, and a streetlight flickered a few times before dying in the night. She lent on the white painted terrace railing, her muddled red hair falling free over them but never letting go of her scalp.

Michael snorted as his eyes opened and his hands splayed out on the bed beside him. "Sara?" he mumbled before fixing his eyes to her figure on the balcony. Puzzled he threw the covers back and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He gave his head a scratch before pushing his naked form from the bed and silently making his way to the terrace.

"Sara?" he repeated from the door but she did not turn. Another flash of light and lightning hit the ground in the distance once more. Sara's eyes lit up with delight.

"Aren't storms beautiful?" she asked him with amazement as a loud cracking sound filled the air. Michael smiled and padded up behind her, wrapping his arms around her smaller figure and resting his chin on her shoulder. A petite hand twisted free of the blanket and gripped his where they lay on her stomach. Sara's head fell back onto his shoulder and he rocked them from side to side, another flash of lightning filling the sky.

"Not as beautiful as you," he exhaled into the back of her ear. Sara's eyes rolled closed as one of his hands left her abdomen, pulled the blanket from her shoulder with tenderness and his lips met her skin for a searing kiss in the night's air. Sara's whole arm escaped its cotton confines and rubbed the back of his velvety scalp. One entire side of the blanket fell from around her body, exposing half of her nakedness.

"Mmmmmm," she groaned through a smile, extending the sound in exaggeration. Michael's kisses were beyond tender and felt like butterfly wings brushing her delicate outer covering. He let out a chuckle at her sounds, loving what he did to her. The way she writhed beneath him, the way she teased his body with her touch, they way she bore into his soul with her eyes full of love and affection. Sara was something special.

"Ever had sex outside?" he enquired as he brushed her curly auburn hair aside and began the same tender kissing on the other side of her neck. The movement meant his arm shifted slightly, the blanket falling all the way to the floor now leaving her naked to his eyes. His hands began roaming her body, sliding up her smooth skin towards her rounded breasts.

"That's depends..." her hands flew behind her to grip his sturdy thighs when her knees felt weak. Her breathing increased and her heartbeat followed closely behind.

"On?" his hands found her breasts, his fingertips teasing her nipples into tiny rosy peaks. His tongue darted out to taste the skin on her back, mapping out the line of her sensitive spine. Sara shuddered, her hair standing on end all over her body as she tried desperately to find the words to answer. Above them, the thunder raged on.

"Do you mean wild...passionate..." she gulped hard, forcing the words from her mouth as his solid erection brushed her behind. Michael's hand crept up from her breasts and a finger playfully inched its way into her mouth. Sara sucked on it hungrily before he pulled it free; trailing an "S" shaped line back down her body where it came to rest in between her thighs.

"Is outside sex anything but?" he teased, knowing she could not answer coherently. Michael studied Sara's face as she arched from his body into his finger. Her eyes were squeezed tightly closed and her mouth hung open, her lips moist as she licked them. A murmur left her chest, a translation of a beg that Michael obeyed. With painful slowness her slid a digit into her slick heat.

Sara gasped, the heat within her sending a rush through her body that scorched every surface it touched. She instinctively pushed down onto his finger, wanting to feel all of it at once. Michael withdrew his hand and re-entered her sopping core with two fingers this time. Sara turned slightly, catching Michael's face in her hands for a long, wet kiss. He lent into her face, devouring her mouth with his while he placed a wide thumb to her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Pulling away Sara tried to focus on his hand as it went to work, milking her of her juices. She gritted her teeth as her explosion built up inside her and she dug her slender fingertips into his forearms. Michael panted in her ear, his whole body tense with passionate anticipation.

"Is that good?" he whispered into her ear, rolling her aching nub under his thumb. Sara's face contorted and she bit on her bottom lip, the skin around her teeth turning white. A shaky nod was all she could muster as Michael increased his pace, diving in and out of her relentlessly. Sara's breathing amplified with his every thrust, and her eyelids flashed with hot white as she came.

Michael studied her face as she came back from oblivion, the ground falling away from her. Sweat rolled from her forehead and her hair stuck to the sides of her face in groups of two or three strands. The thunder roared above them and the heaven's opened as it cracked. Warm rain poured down on them, soaking their already sticky bodies.

Sara blinked up into the rain as it poured into her open mouth. She had hardly recovered from her elation when Michael hooked his slippery hand behind her knee and pulled her leg up into the air. Sara's eyes twitched as the rain hit her eyelids and she turned to see Michael wearing a desperate open mouth grin. "Wild and passionate, right?" he asked over the sound of the rain as he pushed his latex clad member home.

Sara let out a shout as he pounded into her fragile body with reckless abandon. Her voice quivered and Michael's muscles clenched with every propulsion of his hips. He hissed through gritted teeth, his orgasm growling to be free like a rabid beast. The beast ploughed into Sara's as she whimpered, her breasts bouncing furiously up and down, her hand holding Michael's head to her face.

They were staring into each other's eyes as he slowed his pace, leaning forward to touch her tongue with his, their eyes finally closing from each other's stare when their playful licking became a passionate kiss. Sara's fraught gasps turned to a soft cry of pleasure and Michael smirked into her mouth.

"You want more?" he teased, sliding himself in and out with excruciating bliss. Sara's eyes flew open to meet his and she nodded eagerly, her glassy stare begging him for more.

"Yes Michael," she panted. "I want you hard and fast" Bursts of air escaped Michael's lungs as he sped up his pace. Wanting nothing more then to please her again. One of his hands gripped at her thigh, its flesh turning to a purple under his fingernails. He breathed hard and fast, never wanting to miss the look on her face as she reached her climax again.

"More," she screamed in a high-pitched shrill. Michael pulled her too him hard, pushing the air from her lungs as he crushed her diaphragm. He let his talented hand drop lower and rubbed at her essence, willing her to come with him.

"Oh God!" she squeaked as her vision blurred and her legs were taken from under her and she fell into an abyss of eternal paradise. Michael let out a masculine cry, his own perpetual glory hitting him hard and fast as he shot his ejaculate into the condom. Michael's legs became weak and he tumbled to the ground, Sara falling onto his chest with a soggy bump.

The rain ceased and the dawn broke over the horizon. Michael pulled the saturated blanket over them, covering their modesty and planted a faint kiss to her temple. His breath still laboured in his chest and his heart pounded against his ribs as it beat. He brushed a tacky strip of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ears.

"Oh. My. God." She accentuated between puffs of breath snuggling closer to him as the rain chilled her body on the terrace floor.

"Your welcome," Michael beamed, pulling her into his embrace.