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She beckoned the clouds with a slight arch of her eyebrow. Her fingertips smoothed back her tusseled curls then choreographed an electric dance across the night sky. It lit the surface of the ocean with passion, making it ripple and foam. Her gaze turned to me and I could see the storm pool in her depths.
I felt her tremble and melt against me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her storm inside my embrace. She teased her tongue over the waterdroplets that stung my skin as the wind whipped around us.
She made it rain harder, wetting me enough to soak my thin clothing. Her thumb insisted on pushing my nipple back and forth and I grabbed her curls in my hand and dipped my mouth to hers. I tasted her lips and felt her electric fingers tighten on my breast.
I licked her tongue, sucking it, biting it. Her moans were thunder and my mind was cloudy in my lust for her. I felt for her naked skin, leaving puddles of wet clothing around us.
She turned and ran toward the crashing surf, flashing her eyes at me. I followed, stalking her, slowly, intently. She was impervious to the waves thrashing about her. She built this storm, no, she was this storm, and god help me, I needed to taste her rain.
I felt her tremble and melt against me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her storm inside my embrace. She teased her tongue over the waterdroplets that stung my skin as the wind whipped around us.
She made it rain harder, wetting me enough to soak my thin clothing. Her thumb insisted on pushing my nipple back and forth and I grabbed her curls in my hand and dipped my mouth to hers. I tasted her lips and felt her electric fingers tighten on my breast.
I licked her tongue, sucking it, biting it. Her moans were thunder and my mind was cloudy in my lust for her. I felt for her naked skin, leaving puddles of wet clothing around us.
She turned and ran toward the crashing surf, flashing her eyes at me. I followed, stalking her, slowly, intently. She was impervious to the waves thrashing about her. She built this storm, no, she was this storm, and god help me, I needed to taste her rain.
