by Jeny Stone
“I always have perfect timing. Did you plan your shopping trip to make me work for my dinner?” With his overnight bag in one hand he grabbed several bags of groceries in his free hand.
She loaded her hands with as many bags as she could carry. “I would like to say yes but I’m not that devious. I just got back from the city. I had a huge delivery today. Listening to the radio I heard about a cold front coming through tomorrow evening so I thought I should get prepared.”
That explained her dirty t-shirt and the dust balls in her hair. “I’ll bring in the groceries and you can put them away. We can call and order a pizza for dinner.” He sat his overnight bag on the stoop to open the door. He waited for her to enter first.
“Dinners ready. I put a roast in the crock pot this morning before I left.” She led the way to the kitchen.
From the look of her she had a hard day but she took the time to prepare him dinner. He was touched by her thoughtfulness. She went out of her way to please him. He unloaded the groceries on the counter before turning to face her.
“I’m curious. First let me say how adorable you look … but have you looked in a mirror?” She looked at him questionably. He pulled on her t-shirt. When she looked down, her head fell forward as she shook it in disbelief.
“Good grief, I’m filthy and I went to the grocery store like this. This is your fault. I was rushing to get here before you. Now, I’m not only the bossy new lady in town, I’m little miss pig pen.”
“I bet no one noticed your shirt or the dust balls in your hair. If they did, they wouldn’t care since you would still be the prettiest customer in the store.” He picked a dust ball out of her curls tauntingly holding it in front of her face. “I’ll help wash your hair after we get the groceries done. I thought you had men to do the physical labor?”
If those men weren’t pulling their weight maybe it was time he had a talk with them. She shouldn’t have to lift a finger. No, it was her business and she was capable of handling it on her own. He would have to think on this one.
“I do but I’m a hands on kind of gal. I thought you noticed that about me.” She snuggled into his chest raising her head toward his face.
“Get the groceries put away. You can remind me how hands on you are in the shower.” Her inviting smile, her twinkling eyes were the reason he rushed here every Friday. If she kept this up the groceries would stay in her car.
“And what will I be doing while you wash my hair?” Her hand slid suggestively over his crouch. There was that hungry look she loved to see. He hardened beneath her touch the way he always did.
Her insinuation cemented the need to shower first before anything else. He removed her hand and headed out of the kitchen. “Start the water. I’ll get the rest of the groceries in one load. We’ll put them away after.”
Garret strapped the bag handles down both arms. This was a one tripper or die trying. He slammed her trunk closed. Hannah stood in the doorway and waited until he walked inside to shut the front door. She smiled provocatively and winked before running off laughing to the downstairs bathroom. She knew what she was doing to him as sure as he knew what she was about to do to him. Damn, that woman was hot as hell and he may never get enough of her. He dumped the groceries on the table untangling the bag’s straps from his arms. Following the trail of Hannah’s discarded clothing he shucked his off in pursuit of her awaiting him in the shower.
*****
The rain pounded on the slate roof. Alone in bed the inviting smells of coffee and bacon filled his nostrils and awakened his stomach. His early riser had already left the bed to start breakfast. The stormy day was the perfect backdrop for a day of sex, sleep, and more sex. The eighty degree temperature would steadily drop throughout the day and by night fall he would light the fireplace with the first fire since she restored the cottage. He had stacked the wood in the fireplace last night in preparation. Making love by an open fire was high on his list of favorite places.
He found Hannah standing at the back door watching the storm. He slipped up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. “We’ll have a fire tonight. I missed my wake-up call.”
She swiveled in his arms to claim her good morning kiss. The soft touch of his lips covering hers always set her head spinning. “We have about two hours of warm rain left before the cold front moves in. It would be a shame to waste it. You can have your wake-up call in the rain. I have an air mattress already outside.”
The idea came to her after remembering she hadn’t brought the air mattress back inside. She had cleaned it leaving it in the sun to dry before packing it away. Watching the rain pelt the ground, the lightening flash across the dark sky, she felt a wave of sadness. The storm matched the turmoil in her mind. She had come to the solemn conclusion she wouldn’t ever be ready to lose him. His leaving was beyond her control. She wanted as many memories as possible to sustain her when he broke her heart. Oh yes, without a doubt, he possessed her heart as vehemently as he possessed her body. She planned on making this storm especially memorable.
She must have lost her mind if she thought he would go outside in this storm, his ass being struck by lightning wasn’t on his agenda. “As much as I like having sex outside, there’s no way you’re getting me out in this storm.”
Holding his head in her hands she pouted her lower lip, rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs. “Please, I’ve never had sex outside or in the rain. It’s two things in one.”
Please and sex in the same sentence raised her chances of winning this debate. He looked outside at the raging storm then back at her angelic face. “What are you going to do to entice me?” She smiled stepping out of his arms. She knew she was going to win. He couldn’t deny her anything.
Seeing the spark of interest in his eyes, she was going to win this debate. “You can observe or participate.” Observing always led to participation with Garret.
She dropped her robe off her shoulders. Much to his surprise, she opened the back door then ran naked into the storm. Her outside with him inside wasn’t what he had in mind when he suggested an enticement. She was about to lose on this one, although, she looked sexy as hell dancing naked in the rain. He stepped out the door and watched with a stiffening interest through the blanket of water separating them. She stopped at the bottom of the mattress turning her head sideways to smile his way. She crooked her finger to invite him to join her.
“You’re nuts if you think I’m coming out in this.” He yelled over the pounding noise of the rain.
She dropped to her knees on the mattress. She stretched her arms across the water pooling on the top surface then slid back. Her seductive cat like crawl to the center of the mattress had him stripping off his shorts. The water pouring over her seductive body heated his desires. There wasn’t any doubt left he was going out in this frigging storm.
He waited to see what enticement she thought would make him want to get struck by lightning. She fell on her side stretching her arms over her head before rolling onto her back. She arched her back. Oh shit, she had to arch her back. He stepped off the back stoop into the torrential down pour. Her hands massaged her breast as she raised her knee to a bent position blocking his view. Damn, he was sure she did that on purpose. This was getting hot as hell so he waited. Her hands moved sensually down her middle. One hand disappeared between her legs while the other returned to her breast. He walked through the flooded yard to the bottom of the mattress with every fiber of his being wanting her.
Garret stood at the foot of the mattress. She had most assuredly succeeded in raising his attention. He smiled his ready, willing, and horny as hell smile.
“Are you ready to participate?” She teased seeing the intensity in his eyes.
“Don’t I look ready? But first I’m an observer. That’s what got me out here … so you finish what you started.” Dropping to his knees he pushed her leg to the side for a better view.
The torrent of rain splashed upwards pelting her skin with gumball sized drops. He ached to b
e inside her. The erotic scene drove him crazy with lust boiling his blood. The rain pouring over him, the lightening flashing across the turbulent sky, and the gorgeous woman lying in a puddle of rainwater satisfying herself for his enjoyment caused the most spectacular hard-on of his life.
Every throbbing beat of his heart was felt in his overly engorged dick. He caressed her open thighs coaxing her to continue. She moaned with the roll of thunder as her body quaked shaking the air mattress. An unadulterated need to have her ravaged his thoughts, transporting him to an animalistic stage of pure lust. Waves washed over the sides of the mattress as she pushed him on his back.
Her lips followed the stream of water down the center of his chest. His muscles twitched giving her a sense of power. She caressed his manhood with both hands feeling the pulsing in response to her touch. She ran her tongue around the tip and rim. His deep groan sounded grunted, contained. The soft smooth skin was in direct contrast to the rock it sheathed. His muscles tightened in anticipation. Her lips slipped down his shaft as she massaged the loose skin of his man sack. He thrust his hips forward pushing deeper in her mouth. She sucked as she slid her mouth up his powerful pole, teasing the tip with her tongue before he pushed forward again. Every deep breath and twitching muscle she received from him increased the heated need she felt. His hands grasped her head and he guided her mouth off him. She slid up his torso, running her hands up his sides over the river of water rushing over him.
He rolled her over, no longer able to control his throbbing dick. She locked her legs around his waist as he thrust himself inside her with a fierce need to consume her. Nothing else existed except filling her with his shaft and satisfying his urgent needs. He could feel the aggression in his blood demanding total possession of her. Flesh-against-flesh. Each thrust became more powerful and demanding. He was inflamed to the core as the rain lashed at his back and her nails dug deep into his flesh. She had ignited a lethal fire with her sensual display. An unrelenting fire with a ferocious need to fill her warm, wet pussy, he couldn’t get enough of her.
His mighty thrusts pushed them off the slick mattress. He ground his teeth, tilting his head back releasing an almost painful primal groan as he felt her convulse beneath him. He violently exploded inside her in a heated eruption.
His head cleared. He lifted his weight onto his arms. Panic ensued as he realized the roughness of his actions. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
The concern in his eyes warmed her heart. Just moments before those eyes had pierced her soul. She had raised his desires to a chaotic need to have her; it was incomparable to anything she had witnessed in him before. Lustful was his normal state of being but this time was different. This man would have traded oxygen to fuck her. Knowing what she knew, seeing what she saw in his eyes spiraled her into an orgasmic quandary. Every thrust that pounded her womb, every guttural growl intensified her never ending orgasm to best all other orgasms combined.
“NOOO, I think I just discovered your Achilles heel. Was it the storm or just being outside?”
“Smart ass, you knew what you were doing to me. I could have accidentally drowned you. I’ve never been that out of control. Are you sure you’re alright?” He rose moving them back to the mattress. He used the water on the mattress to wash the dead grass from her backside.
“Oh yes, I’ve never been better.” She snuggled into his arms.
He flipped her on her back. He shifted over her to block her from the rain. “Hannah this is serious. I’m not wearing a condom.”
“I know. I’m on the pill. You can get that panicked look off your face. I’m not going to pop out a little Presley in nine months.”
A wave of relief filtered out his panic. “You better hope not. Ten pound Presley’s don’t just pop out according to my mother.”
He moved her wet curls stuck to her face with his finger. Her dancing eyes blinked away the rain streaming over her face. Being outside, the rain, this beautiful woman squirming beneath him and his dick begged for seconds. He slid inside her touching her love tunnel bare skinned. His previous ejaculation was slick, hot and sexy beyond belief. He had filled her with a special part of himself he had never shared with any other woman. Rolling over on his back he held her hips pressed inside her. She raised herself to take control the way she knew he liked it.
“On baby, take it slow. Make it last forever.”
Hannah made love to Garret in a torrential downpour concurrent with the love bursting her heart. Oh yeah, it was love, no doubt. There wasn’t any use denying it any longer. Her inane reasoning to protect her heart had failed miserably. She existed only to love this man. He filled her heart, her thoughts, and her dreams. After they came together she collapsed on his drenched body. She wanted to cry, laugh, and scream her love. She couldn’t, it would drive him away, prematurely. She laid in his arms cherishing every second she had left before he moved on to his next conquest and she ceased to exist.
He pushed her hair away from her face. “What made you decide to go out in this storm? I didn’t think you would consent to having sex outside.”
“Normally I wouldn’t. I don’t think I could have relaxed enough thinking someone might be watching. But no one in their right mind would be out in this storm … so it was perfect.”
Garret laughed. She was right about the storm. He had lost his mind in the storm because of her. She had a hold on him he couldn’t comprehend. Well, he had better figure it out soon before it got completely out of hand. The moment he saw her, the second he touched her, she consumed him every single time. What made her different than others that came before her? The temperature had dropped. It was time to get indoors before they both caught pneumonia. He stood on the ground offering her his hand. She accepted the way she always did, without hesitation, without reservations. They ran across the flooded yard with his arm securely around her waist.
Warmed by the flames flickering in her large stone fireplace Hannah was snuggled next to him on a pallet of blankets watching a movie. The temperature plummeted forty degrees in a matter of hours when the cold front swept over the area and it continued to drop. The weatherman predicted the possibility of an ice storm under variable circumstances. If the temperature fell below freezing during the night and blah blah blah then blah blah blah. The pasty faced weatherman should have just said “we might have an ice storm, or not.” Mother Nature was the only one that knew for sure so put her on the news.
His foul mood started after fucking in the rain. That by far was his best fuck ever. She drove him out of his mind and he lost control. He never lost control. Even drunk, he hadn’t been that far gone. It was her. He had watched other women do the same thing and more. He fucked them afterwards retaining his composure. It was her. The combination of separate stimuli colliding together pushed him over the edge. No, damn it, it was her. She was the key ingredient. He was losing control of this arrangement of pure sexual satisfaction.
The soft glow of the fire warmed the room. The wind whistled around the cottage beating the rain on the window panes. His head ached and his muscles cramped. His thoughts were in turmoil over what to do about her. He felt her stir. He glanced at her face quizzically staring toward his.
“Did I do something wrong today? You’ve been in a bad mood all day. If you’re mad about something just tell me. If you’re worried about not using condoms I will go get tested. ” She was afraid he noticed the change; he had seen the love in her eyes she could no longer deny.
“What am I going to do with you? Tested for what? I’ve been tested which covers us both. And we are done with condoms. You did everything right. Maybe, too right. I could have hurt you this morning and I’m pissed at myself for losing control. It’s not helping that you look so damn proud of yourself.” He warmly smiled despite the doubts plaguing his thoughts. He couldn’t even control the smile she invoked.
“Well, I kind of am. Knowing you wanted me so badly was … I can’t even describe how wonderful it was. I wished I could make you feel that w
ay every time.” She snuggled into his chest. There wasn’t any other place in the world she would rather be.
“Honey, you do. You make every time special and I can’t ask for any more than that. I suggest you warn me if you have any other tricks you want to try.”
“And ruin the surprise…where’s the fun in that? What do you think about snow?” She twirled the hair on his chest with her finger.
“I lived through lightening but I draw the line on getting my dick froze off.” He placed his wrist on her forehead. “I think you have a fever.”
“It’s the heat from the fire.” She answered softly feeling the contentment of lying in his arms.
“No it’s not. You’ve got chill bumps yet you’re sweating. I’m getting you something for the fever.” He scooted her off his chest to sit upright.
Moaning her disappointment from being moved she protested. “I’m not sick. I’m just getting ready to start my period.”
“I know, but that won’t cause a fever.” He rubbed her abdomen. “You won’t start for a couple more days.”
“Okay Doctor Presley, how can you tell when I will start my period?” Her body was showing disturbing signs he might be right about her being sick. Her muscles ached, her throat hurt and she was chilly even in front of the fire.
“I’ve memorized every part of you. You’ve just started to get a little puffy so I estimate you will start by Tuesday. Come on, let me tuck you into bed.” He stood and offered her his hand. “Have you been around anyone with the flu?” He pulled her off the floor sweeping her into his arms. Her body heat was concerning. Her fever was higher than he first suspected.
“No, and I don’t get sick.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to bed. He tucked her in bed then went to find the aspirins she kept in the medicine cabinet. She dozed until he returned with the aspirins and a large glass of ice water. He pampered her as if she were a sick child holding the glass as she drank. She dozed off again as soon as her head settled into the pillow.