Wind and Rain

It’s a typical late October day, rain pouring down, strong winds blowing, the kind of day created for fires and cuddling. Or hiding under the blankets and snuggling there warm and safe, absorbed in each other, lips open as mouths explore, soft touches of tongue, tips just teasing before one takes control and pushes inside, tracing teeth, forcing the head back with the strength of the kiss, the other taken, willingly, wanting this, needing it, loving it. Nipples grow hard and rub against each other, as the mouths continue their arousing work, lips bruising and swelling, lower lip bitten and willingly opening now, all resistance gone, owned and cherished, and then guided to those swollen nipples, to suck and suck, to take deep in and hold gently with the teeth, to clamp lips around and pull harder, feeling it grow, fatter and harder, fingers working on the other readying it for its turn, the mouth moves across and fingers replace it on the wet nipple, keeping it hard, twisting it, pulling on it, nails biting in, forcing moans, and shudders. In turn, the other mouth attacks the nipples in front of it, the skin bruising around them, the mark of your lust upon them, You turn and offer up your wet, lower lips and you suck in the cock facing you, treating it as you did the nipples, deep inside you, lips clamped, sucking, while lips and tongue play with you, your wetness spreading onto the beard there, and down to your thighs, your clit growing and growing, pulsing in rhythm with your suction on the cock in your mouth, demanding attention, needing to be sucked into a hot mouth, needing to spasm, as your mouth works its way, moans escaping from mouths, bodies rubbing, hard nipples pressing into flesh, taking and receiving, receiving and taking, giving, giving. Mmmmm.