It had begun to drizzle during my long drive home, and by the time I pulled into my driveway, the rain was falling steadily. I sat in my car for a few moments, hoping it would stop since I had forgotten my umbrella, but no luck. Even in the short dash from my car to my door, I’d be soaked. I kicked off my shoes and set my purse under the seat so they wouldn’t get ruined – I could come back for them later – and plotted my course through the grass, the shortest line to the house.
I was just opening my car door, when I saw him come out of the house, and he met me half way, in the grass, squishing under my bare feet. He caught me arms, and pulled me to him in the rain, pushing his lips against mine, wanting, needing, to taste me. I relaxed at his touch, the rain running down my back, my ass, my legs. It caught in my eyelashes as I looked up at him. Home wasn’t the house behind us. Home was right here, in his arms, in the warm, pouring rain.
We sank to the muddy ground together, hungry for one another’s lips, hurrying to pull off our tops and through them on a sopping pile beside us. If the neighbors were watching, I didn’t care. He growled as he kissed down my neck, finding my nipple with his tongue and teeth, biting me playfully. I was already breathing heavily and leaving long scratches up and down his back.
He yanked down his wet jeans and ripped my panties off impatiently, leaving my skirt around my waist. The rain massaged my clit and I moaned, low and ready for him. He didn’t waste a moment, plunging deep inside of me, making me gasp. Water filled my mouth as I arched my back and swung my hips to meet his thrusts – once, twice, again and again and again. He picked me up like I was a wet rag doll and flipped me on my stomach. We were mud wrestlers.
I splashed against the ground as he pistoned in and out, harder, faster. He slapped my ass, hard, the mud flying and spraying against his chest. He groaned from his belly, and I knew he was getting close.
“Cum for me,” he hissed into my ear, pulling my head back with a dirty handful of hair. “Cum for me, hard, baby, and whenyou do, I’m going to shoot my thick, sticky load deep into you.”
I cried out as he fucked me faster and reached around to play with my clit.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed, my ass slapping against his hips. I stuck my ass higher into the air and sank my shoulders to the ground so that he was perfectly hitting my G spot. The water ran down’ my back in sheets. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop oh goddddddd…”
I start cumming, my pussy throbbing as I screamed out, and I felt him release into me with a growl.
“That’s right, slut, cum allllll over my cock.” He pulled my hips toward him and held me there, balls deep, my orgasm pulsing against his shaft.
He released me and I feel down, weak, in the mud, drowning with pleasure. He leaned down, hugging against my wet, dirty body, and kissed my cheek. The rain washed against our tired bodies, and he stood and helped me up. My legs were wobbly, but he picked me up and cradled me, carrying me into the house. We lay together in the warm shower, him gently washing the mud from me body as I fought not to fall asleep in his arms, in the steamy wetness.
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Wow – this gives a whole new meaning to “Honey. I’m home.” Too hot.
Truly steamy content, Brilliant!