An endless torrent of rain came thundering down. It sounded like an onslaught that would never end, the window pane mercilessly having to withstand a lashing that had no intention of stopping. Seeing it as rain soaked as this made me smile.
It was on a day as miserable and as dank as this one, that we’d lay entwined on the floor of his conservatory. My leg and arm strewn over his body while he wrapped his arms around me, his grip firm but tender. No words were spoken, we just remained in a serene silence, the smell of sex filling the air; it was hot and musky.
I’d told myself hours beforehand that I’d stay for one drink, nothing more, as I had a deadline looming that couldn’t be ignored. No more than it already had been. I laughed as I recalled my naivety — when had it ever just been one drink! The moment I’d walked in, we’d stolen a kiss in his hallway, his hands roaming the outline of my body. Naturally my entire being had begun to flush with a heat only he’d ever been able to coax out of me.
Wanting to appear civilised, we’d moved into his kitchen, the conversation light and playful, though both of us were always aware of what the other wanted. Those looks, the way his eyes would twinkle with desire, aflame with no end of fantasies I was so desperate to fulfil for him; it all but made being civilised impossible. To the point that I wanted to scream out my frustration. I remember softly biting my lip in response, exactly where I absentmindedly stroked my finger now.
I don’t think he even poured the tea before he had his arms around me, slowly backing me into the conservatory. In between kisses, I whispered how badly I wanted him inside of me, how I needed that release. It was one only he could ever give me, one I’d never find again as long as I lived.
As we stood in the centre of the room, an intimate show only we had admission to, his hands left my body as he pulled away. Quizzically I arched my brow at him, questioning why he’d stopped. In answer to my silent probing, he pulled out a thick duvet from a nearby cabinet and threw it down onto the floor. A scattering of pillows moments later, and it was a comfy hideaway for us both to escape to.
His arms took hold of me once more, him now gently pulling me down to the cushioned floor beneath us. We were a tangle of lust and love in equal measure. Never in my life have I ever wanted, no, needed, someone so damn badly. I was consumed by it, I still am.
Soft lips and a curious tongue found my exposed nipples, that first touch enough to make me quiver. I even giggled, enjoying how playfully he explored me, how alive he was with his need to pleasure me. Even now, if I close my eyes, I can picture everything so clearly.
The first spots of rain came down as we both teased and tempted one another, neither wanting it to stop but also desperate — obsessed — with it becoming more. By the time he curved his body around mine, his arms enveloping me as he slowly entered me, the rain hammered down. It was a symphony: our moans of pleasure, the unrelenting elements, and the sound of skin coming together with every stroke.
I locked my fingers in between his, our hold strong as we both came together. God, that sudden wave of emotions, of a pure undoing of my soul… I’ll never get over it. I never want to get over it. Those moments of riding out that feeling, nothing will compare. Nor will the sensation of tears filling my eyes as I tried to hold off the flood of emotions that were ready to spill.
He took me apart piece by piece that day, and on putting me back together, he kept a piece for himself.
Now every time it rains with such force, a smile plays on my lips. Time and circumstance has kept us apart for far too long, but despite the absence, I know that we’ll always have those moments to look back on, as well as many more to come. It won’t be long before we make love in the rain again.
I look out at the rain pounding down on the city streets, a torrential downpour. I watched as people rushed to their destinations, umbrellas in hand or coats over their heads. I wanted to go out in it, just this once, but I had already settled in for the night.
This kind of rain always reminded me of her.
A few months ago, rain was sprinkling down outside. The forecast called for more, so I suggested she come back to my place, hoping she would. She told me, “Just one drink,” because she had a deadline coming up at work, but the way our chemistry had been moving lately, I thought she might be game for more.
The moment I opened the door, I kissed her, right there in the hallway. My hands were already stroking the outline of her body, caressing this angle, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop unless she asked me to.
I brought her inside and we moved to the kitchen. We separated our bodies, but something roared deep inside me, wanting to continue. We had a nice, playful, light conversation for a few minutes, but from the flushed color of her cheeks, I had a feeling she wanted me almost as much as I wanted her.
I didn’t even wait to pour the tea before I wrapped my arms around her again. We didn’t have to wait anymore, not for tea, not for anything. We slowly backed into the conservatory, the most beautiful spot I could bring her to.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered in my ear, breaking away from our kiss for only an instant.
My blood ran cold for a shocking moment; I wasn’t sure whether we would ever get this far. I would be honored to give her exactly what she wanted.
I pulled away from her and she huffed a little, making me smile. She arched a brow at me, wondering what I was doing letting her go. Then I pulled out a blanket from a nearby cabinet and spread it out on the floor. I found the pillows I kept here, too, and created the perfect hideaway so we could escape the real world and all of the drama within it.
I took hold of her once more, pulling her to the floor. We tangled together, and I wasn’t sure whether I had more lust or love for her. I decided I had both in equal measure, more than I could bear. I had never needed someone so badly, and I hadn’t since then, either.
I licked and kissed her nipples, and I could feel her quivering under my tongue. She giggled as I toyed with her, exploring her body. I wanted to touch every inch of her, preferably with my tongue or other intimate parts of me.
The rain grew more intense now as we teased each other. I was becoming desperate; I needed to fuck her, to make her completely mine. We stripped off our clothes, everything a blur, and then I was inside her, the rain hammering down around us.
We moaned together, my ears filled with raindrops and her sensual cries. I didn’t know I could be so enraptured with someone. Our skin slapped together with every stroke, and I didn’t want it to end.
But after a few more moments, I couldn’t take it anymore. She turned me on too much. She locked her fingers between mine and we came at the same time, my cock filling her with my seed, her walls pulsating around me. I felt vulnerable, emotional, like this really meant something. It did mean something, I knew that, and I still know it now.
I sighed, coming back to the present, this rainstorm instead of the one back in time. I hadn’t touched her in months, circumstances beyond our control keeping us apart. I ached for her every night, alone in my bed.
But I knew it wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be. I looked out at the rain once more before getting out my phone, touching her picture, and making the call that could change my life.