"I am for you ... always for you." He whispers into her ear as he softly kisses her ear lobe. His warm lips run down her neck and his moist breath sends sensuous tremors through her entire body. She knows at that moment what it is that she has been waiting for - been wanting for. Her hands slide down his wet back and she feels the damp fabric of his old cut off blue jeans, which is all he wears. Mindlessly she begins to tear at the cloth with her fingers.
She pushes away from his embrace and kneels before him. Her fingers mindlessly unbutton the top button of his cut-off jeans - feeling for the zipper, she discovers only more buttons to challenge her trembling hands.
"Let me help." He says, and he deftly unbuttons the remaining metal buttons of his fly. Even before he can finish the last button, she pulls his wet jeans down to the floor.
He wares nothing underneath. He is semi-erect.
Leaning forward she encircles the base of his shaft with one hand; the other hand cups his warm sack as her mouth slides wet over the head of his semi-erect member. She tastes him. She tastes the slight saltiness of his flesh as she takes him deep in her mouth. She hears his moan of pleasure as the singular sound in her otherwise oddly quiet world. Her eyes look up the contour of his hard belly as she sucks hungrily on him. She sees his head thrown back and she too moans as her head begins to move rapidly up and down his now stiff member. It makes her feel so good to hear him, to feel him inside her mouth, to run her tongue around in little circles over the tip of his shaft and hear him groan louder and louder. Her hands move behind him and they clutch the soft flesh of his bottom. One finger finds its way to the tight puckered rosebud there and penetrates him while her head and mouth intensify their efforts. Suddenly, she hears the breath being forced from his lungs; she feels his ass muscles tighten and spasm as he cries out, "Oh God!" Warm juice invades her mouth, it comes in waves -- he fills her mouth with a distinctive salty taste that she has never before experienced. She swallows. She wants more! She sucks him greedily and he stays hard inside her ravenous mouth.
Her own body responds and there is a hot burning of desire in her belly. There is wet slipperiness between her thighs. She is ready for him. He is ready for her.
Hands on the sides of her face gently pull her upward. She stands before him and his fingers slide the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders. The delicate chemise falls away, flutters really, to the floor. She too is naked beneath the thin garment.
She puts her arms around his neck as he lifts her in his arms and carries her easily down the short hallway to her bedroom. He carefully lowers her to the bed. The covers are already pulled back as if she'd been sleeping and had gotten up. She lies there and pulls him on top of her as he bends over her. Their arms entwine, their legs wrap around each other and they flow one across the other in a fluid embrace - they merge as rain water joins with the sea. They become one and she knows, as though she's always known it, that she is the desert ... and he is the rain. As he enters her, as she feels him penetrate her being, feels him fill her with his still swollen member, she knows at last the drought is over. She feels the flood of ecstasy building and building inside her.
The crash of thunder is so sudden, and so loud -- obviously close as no time lapses between the flash of light and the jarring crash that shakes the entire room -- that she sits bolt upright and instantly feels her heart racing. Her ears are ringing and once again she is lost. Disoriented. Where is she? Where is he? Suddenly remembering, she looks frantically around the room and sees nothing. He is not there. She looks out through the bedroom doorway and down the hall to where her thin negligée lies in a heap on the bare wooden floor of the great room. Next to the chemise, strangely, are little puddles of water that she cannot see from such a distance.
She is drenched with sweat, yet chills rack her body and she begins to shiver. She shivers so much her teeth begin to chatter and she wraps her bare arms around herself and holds tight - not so much for warmth, but in desperation. She looks again at the empty space beside her. Reaching over, she feels the sheets and the pillow next to hers. They are warm - and damp. She closes her eyes and lays her head on the pillow. She smells a faint musty odor - or is it merely that she wants to believe she does. She realizes once again, she is the desert - waiting for the rain. A tear runs down her check and falls to the pillow mixing with the remnant of moisture oddly already there - a drop of rain falling from the desert.
Always the rain.
