The Beautiful Kind

One sultry summer night I was with a sexy, wolfish man. We came back from the bar to the bed & breakfast I managed, and we had the place to ourselves. We were standing on the front porch taking in the dark, sprawling landscape dotted with winking fireflies when it began thundering and lightening.

The fireflies vanished, and as if possessed, I wordlessly sank to my knees and unbuttoned his jeans. I took off my top in order to feel the stormy breeze on my skin. I looked up at him and began sucking, devouring. Rain fell all around us but we were sheltered by the porch. A chorus of frogs swelled and he took me by my hair and pulled me into him, pushing deep into my throat. We both groaned. He manhandled me, face fucked me, and the fierce intensity of the whole illicit act shot straight to my pussy. For a moment there, I didn’t need to breathe. And then he pulled out, I gasped, and he came all over my pale, quivering chest.