Another Hour

Another Hour

Outside, the thunder crashed almost violently and it merged with the sound of her own heart beating just as loudly in her ears. She could hardly contain her heavy breathing as she sank into the big master bed he'd pressed her down upon. His body crushed hers into the soft duvet, hands deftly pinning hers above her head, lips pressed to hers with urgency. They felt so wonderfully soft and the way they parted against hers was sending tingles down her spine, over and over with each needy kiss. Her eyelids fluttered as the warmth of his body brought hers to life and she began kissing him back, moving her lips with his. His grip on her wrists loosened and she freed her hands from his grasp, only to run them up his arms, feeling his muscles tense and relax under her touch.

The rain poured with tempestuous disregard, and it was as if a thousand drums were being played overhead. Lightening crackled and set the room alight, and as soon as it flashed she felt his arms come around her, scooping her up. Their lips parted for the briefest of moments as he pulled her up into his lap. In the brief strike of light she caught sight of his face, his eyes alert and wide and rough stubble spread across his cheeks, before they slipped back into darkness.

Their lips crushed together once again, all patience gone as she lured his tongue with hers. With their lips passionately locked, she felt his hands slip into her shirt and his deft fingers began exploring the bare expanse of her back. It felt smooth to him, like an endless plain, untouched and undisturbed, and he caressed every inch of it, relishing the soft sighs she let out whenever he touched a bump of her spine. He loved how she arched in his arms as he teased her back and felt a primal groan rumble in his throat when she reached for his shirt. She clenched the fabric in her hands, hardly containing herself as she began yanking it up, and it almost pained him to back up, freeing his hands and lips so she could strip it off.

Soon, his shirt was flung across the room with certain desperation and in the darkness he was even more sensitive to the intense touch of her fingertips suddenly stroking his chest, tracing his stomach, running up and down his sides. The groan came out strangled and he heard her giggle.

"Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" he whispered, grinning as he suddenly yanked at her shirt and he heard her laugh with excitement, both of their bodies trembling in anticipation. Gentler than she'd been, he slowly began peeling the shirt off, with such dull exaggerated movements, she thought she would scream. She needed his hands on her, needed warm skin on skin, needed his touch so badly. She raised her arms up for him and he gently removed the shirt, pulling it off feebly so that the touch of the cotton gliding across her breasts caused her to groan. They were both alarmed at the sudden responsiveness but when lightning flashed again they both saw each other, exposed so far, and the alarm vanished. She was crushed in his embrace again, her fingers vanishing into his luscious curls as she kissed him so intensely, letting the luscious feel of his lips sucking on hers run through her till she was sure she was on fire.

His hands expertly roamed her body, fingers raking her back, teasing her navel and tickling her breasts with light touches. It made her feel lightheaded and the most she could do was fist his hair with a certain roughness, pressing into him with the most powerful want she'd ever felt. He let a hand rub up her back and grasp a handful of her hair, and lightly tugged so that he was pulling her head back, his lips now softly sucking along her jaw. He felt himself throb powerfully when he heard the softest moan escape her lips and he used his other hand to press her body closer to his.

As he grazed his lips to her throat he felt her grip on his hair grow tighter and he let out an uncontrollable growl of lust. He had never felt so in control and out of it at the same time, so close to the epitome of wonder and satisfaction. He roughly grinded himself against her, kissing down the nape of her neck, loving the sweet taste of her flesh as he ran his tongue along her collarbones. She continued to moan for him, her fingers now escaping from his hair to scratch down his back, causing him to curve into her, gasping from how good it felt before he rained soft, fast kisses all over her breasts.

He knew he was teasing her.

When he rubbed his lips against a taut hard nipple before breaking away she let out such a pained whimper and it sent a rush of ecstasy coursing through his body. He never wanted to stop teasing her and as he began kissing around that same nipple he felt himself simply drowning in the pleasure he got from hearing her needy little whimpers. With her head hanging back, legs firmly around his waist and her nails sinking into the flesh of his back, she grew desperate, pulling herself closer to him, desperate to have his lips close around a nipple and relieve her. Each feathery touch and warm exhale added to her torment and she felt close to tears when all of a sudden, without warning, he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked.

For a moment all energy seeped out of her and everything went foggy and then, all at once, she was only aware of his suckling, fast and heady, as if he was starved of her. Throwing her head back she cried out, writhing and pressing closer into him, the pleasure insurmountable. She felt herself bend, but his hand was spread across her back, holding her in place as he began sliding his tongue rapidly over the tiny bud, making it grow harder. Her moans grew higher and shorter and her head more lightheaded and she felt as if her pleasure could not possibly grow more when suddenly she felt his free hand run up her side and cup her other breast. To her shock, he began squeezing and kneading it, all the while pinching the nipple between two fingers, matching it to the intensity of his suckling. She was soon bucking on him, moaning without restraint.

As he sucked and kneaded her body began to involuntarily grind into his, her hips swaying and her groin rubbing against his. With each ecstatic mew she felt herself grow warmer and wetter. And he could feel how wet she'd gotten, for it soaked right through her tights, right into his lap, and he marvelled at how ready and wanting she was. It made him throb harder, made the blood course through him faster, and it drove him to suckle greedily on her sweet little nipple, parting his lips against her breast, running his tongue all over her plush skin. His hand expertly squeezed and her mews lead him to moan as he satisfied his hunger for her.

The way she was rubbing into him made him grow so much harder and his own hips were shifting into hers, faster and harder, with wanting ferocity. As she soaked her tights through he broke his lips away from her breasts with some regret and began kissing back up, all the way back to her lips, where with a deep growl, he kissed her possessively.

He wanted to take her right that moment, with all the energy and desire he could muster. He wanted her to rule his body as he owned hers and knew she felt exactly the same way. Her own fingers had found their way down his body, rubbing and caressing, till they had reached his zipper and forced it open. Never once parting their furious kiss, he grasped her by the hips and began roughly sliding her tights and panties down until they bunched at her knees. One after the other he manoeuvred her smooth legs out of them and wrapped them back tight around his waist where they clung to him, along with her arms. She squeezed him with her limbs, mewing into his mouth, her tongue playing his, curling and dancing, tasting him freely.

As she hoisted herself on him he shrugged furiously out of his jeans, letting them gather down his thighs as his boxers fought to keep his erection contained. But it refused to and with a quick yank of his boxers he freed his throbbing cock and let out an immediate gasp of relief against her lips. She broke away to gaze down at his hardness, stood up between them, and for the briefest moment, that seemed to last an eternity, their eyes met, noses touching. Both eyes sparkled and danced and seemed to have awakened at long last from a century long slumber. Or perhaps it was simply emotions swimming away, reflecting back and forth their own desperate conflict.

And suddenly it was over.

He gripped her hip hard, holding her to him tighter as he slammed himself up. In a blinding instant he filled her up with himself, and they both cried in shock, almost disbelieving. He moaned when he shifted his hips and was able to fully appreciate how ready she was for him, soft and wet. So so wet, clenching him gently, almost securing his cock within her. And each clench caused her to sigh as she blinked in surprise at how deeply he had managed to fill her, and how solid he felt to hold with herself. She wanted him to never leave.

Closing her eyes she began to tear up as he began shifting himself, moving his cock inside her and she leaned into him, hugging his head, pressing her lips to his forehead. He hugged her so lovingly and began swaying his hips, thrusting into her, slow and exploring at first as he felt her writhe in his arms, his hands reading every inch of her body. She mewed with every thrust and began moving her own hips, riding herself up and down on him, intensifying his thrusts as they slammed into her.

Soon they were moving rapidly, all control gone as their hands clawed and grabbed at skin, heads thrown back as they moaned from pleasure, from need, from desperation for release. They panted and whined and groaned without restraint, each thrust, each slam, each clench automatic and without mercy, only growing faster. He was lightheaded and heady and she was blinded from the pleasure, and as they began approaching their climax, their bodies pushed at them to keep going higher and higher, faster and faster. He throbbed so fiercely it began to hurt but the pleasure of her wetness cushioning him tighter and tighter only pushed him on further until they were both screaming for release, finally at the peak, ready to cross over into bliss.

And then, without warning, without any form of premonition, they both tipped over the peak they had trekked so hard to reach and fell, endlessly, into ecstasy. He cried out passionately for her, thrusting up hard one last time, and as soon as he heard her scream of pleasure he let himself explode, coming inside her freely. He filled her up completely as she came and flooded out for him, both of them gasping and panting, bodies on edge. Arching and rigid, they came together, clutching each other desperately, united in a passionate connected moment where it seemed impossible to be able to live without the other. They remained like that for the longest of seconds, until finally the relief coursed through them and they emptied themselves. Their bodies sagged from exhaustion and they collapsed into each other.

She sank onto him, gasping, as he leaned forward, pressing his face to her neck breathing heavily, holding her as tightly as he could. She buried her face in his hair, her entire body trembling, hugging him to her. He was shaking too and squeezed her hard to be able to still himself. They both remained like that, catching their breathe, eyes squeezed shut, focusing only on the soft sounds they made and the furious drumming of the rain that had refused to stop. Ever so gently, with the most subtle of movements, she began leaning back, holding him and bringing him down with her as she laid on her back and let his body crush hers. They both trembled, spent and relieved and as he tightened his hold around her waist she let out her final moan and closed her eyes.

He sighed softly and kissed her neck, his muscles loose and relaxed, his entire body feeling weak, but in the best way possible. He was still gently lodged in her, and the endless supply of warmth was a comfort he never wanted to give up. He wanted to lie like this forever, with her, on her, in her, endlessly. He fit her so perfectly and she couldn't imagine experiencing something as perfect as what they had just shared. So perfect that it didn't need to be spoken. Not a word needed to be said.

Moments passed, undisturbed, and it seemed it may just be the two of them alone, forever, when a sudden beep echoed throughout the room, followed by a voice.

"Hey honey. I'll be home in an hour - no need to get food set up. I'll be heading out again. Dinner with the guys. See you soon"

Another beep followed and once again a long stream of silence ensued, punctuated by the reliability of the rain.

“So, what do you think honey? Home alone again?" he finally whispered in her ear, the bitterness evident, but she disregarded it and turned her head to face him.

"I'll find something to keep me busy. But you heard him. You have an hour before you have to go to dinner" She nipped his nose gently before giving him a serious look which he ignored as he pressed his lips to her cheek.

"I'll say I'm sick. Then, when he's left I'll come right on over" he whispered in between his soft pecks and she felt her resolve weaken.

"It's too risky. You didn't go out last time and for god's sake, you even left early when he took you out for your birthday"

"That's cause you were taking me in for my birthday" he teased and bit playfully on her cheek, causing her to giggle.

"I'm being serious" she mumbled, but as she felt a certain hardness within her she knew it was of no use.

"So am I" he whispered dangerously, squeezing her pleasurably. "I don’t want to go out to eat. Not when I can eat you out right here, right now" She moaned softly and began clenching him, causing him to gasp and squeeze her harder.

"What can you do to me in an hour" she whispered hurriedly, cheeks flushed, a look of elation spreading over her face.

"Everything honey. I will do everything to you" he muttered, grasping her roughly, his heart pounding.

The drumming of the rain was competing with the thoughts that were fighting around in his head. Him. Her. Her husband. His friend. Them. Us. They all yelled at him, but one wanting gaze from her silenced them all and left him to his urges. Left him so that he was only aware of the drumming of the rain.

And the slight ticking of a clock somewhere, reminding him that she was most definitely his. But only for another hour.