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John froze.
Rain jumped off the counter and slid his fingers through hers. He snapped back to the present and tugged, pulling her along urgently behind him. The entire encounter felt dreamlike and there was no way he wanted either of them to wake up and break the spell. They practically ran to the bedroom.
Slamming the door behind them to keep the dog out, John pulled Rain into his arms and resumed kissing her. He wrapped one hand around the back of her head and plundered her mouth with his tongue, taking control.
He slid his other fingers along the band of her sports bra and tugged, then broke the kiss and looked at her in confusion. “I can never figure out how to get these damn things off,” he groused. “Why don’t they open like a normal bra?”
She smiled and turned her back to him. “Don’t look. There’s no graceful or seductive way to wriggle out of one of these industrial sports bras,” she told him as she crossed her arms over her chest and tugged, shimmying her torso and gradually pulling the constricting garment off over her head.
Her wiggling made his cock impossibly harder.
“It left marks on you,” he noted, leaning down to kiss the outline of the bra. “What the hell?” He traced his lips across her back, soothing her skin, and she shivered.
“It’s gotta be tight or it doesn’t hold everything in when you run,” she said, her voice matter of fact as she looked over her shoulder at him.
He grabbed her chin, turning her more towards him, and kissed her deeply before turning his attention to her pants. He slid her pants and underwear down in one long move, dropping them at her ankles. She stepped out and kicked them away as he admired the generous curve of her naked ass.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, staring. She looked over her shoulder again with a slight frown but didn’t respond.
He stood back up and silently directed her towards the bed. She sat down and he pushed her onto her back, roughly grabbing her legs and pulling her ass towards the edge of the bed. Rain giggled as he slid her towards him. He shifted her legs over his shoulders, gripped her hips, and lowered his head to her glistening sex.
Rain damn near levitated off the bed as he licked her neatly trimmed pussy in one long lick.
“Ahhh,” she moaned. He smiled against her and repeated the action, licking her from end to end, circling her clit roughly with his tongue on each pass, until she was thrashing on the bed, her head moving from side to side as she whimpered. Her fists were wrapped around the bedspread so tightly her knuckles were white.
Her sweet pussy was soaking wet, and his face was wet with her creamy arousal. As he sensed her arousal increasing he focused his attention on her clit, circling it again and again with the tip of his tongue. Meanwhile he slid his index finger through her slit to pick up moisture and slid it into her channel.
“John!” she gasped.
He began moving his finger in and out of her, then added a second finger, while continuing to circle her clit with his tongue. Rain grabbed onto his head, her fingers grasping his short hair roughly, holding his face to her pussy as she continued to moan indecipherable words. He welcomed the bite of pain as she latched onto his hair.
When he sensed she was close John sucked her clit into his mouth and sucked it firmly between his lips. Rain’s back bowed, and her entire body stiffened before she her orgasm hit her. “Fuck!” she shouted as she spasmed around him. “Holy fuck John!”
He continued to stroke her gently as she came down, then sat back on his heels watching her recover. Rain leveraged herself up on her elbows and gave him a satisfied smile. “You’re actually pretty good at that,” she said, her voice dreamy and sated.
He felt himself puff up with pride. “That’s not all I’m good at. You ready for more?” he asked. His voice was deep with promise.
Her eyes widened. “You’ve got a condom?” she asked.
He nodded. Keeping his eyes on hers, he reached blindly into the drawer of the bedside table and pulled a strip of condoms out, dropping them on the bed next to her. She smiled, her gaze seductive. “In that case, get your damn pants off John.”
He surged to his feet, making quick work of removing his shorts. His cock bounced back out again, hitting his stomach, thick and angry looking. He hadn’t been this hard in as long as he could remember. He was about to burst like a seventeen-year-old making out with his first girlfriend. What was this woman doing to him?
John pointed to the bed and deepened his voice. “On your hands and knees.”
Her saw her pupils dilate at his growled order. She flipped over without a word, shifting up to her hands and knees, her luscious ass pointed towards him like an offering to the gods. He groaned. Rain was firmly independent but clearly didn’t mind a little bossiness in the bedroom. She was the perfect woman.
Grabbing a condom off of the strip, he expertly rolled it onto his cock and moved behind Rain. He took one ass cheek in each hand and squeezed roughly, pulling them apart to open her to him. Rain moaned. He could smell their arousal filling the room.
Without another word he lined himself up with her entrance and slid inside her with one long hard push. She was so wet he slid in easily. Rain gasped as he bottomed out in her, his pelvis hitting her ass.
“OK?” he asked, holding still inside her while he felt her internal muscles adjust. His muscles ached from the effort of holding himself still. He flexed his fingers against her hips.
“Yeah,” she gasped. “It’s just been a while and you’re...well, you’re not small.” He could feel himself swell inside her even more. No guy minded hearing that in the bedroom.
She exhaled and he felt her relax around his cock. “OK, you can move now.”
John slid out slowly, then slammed back into her, holding onto her hips even tighter to keep her from flying forward. He repeated the motion again and again, sliding out slowly, then entering her again quickly and forcefully. She grunted each time he bottomed out, yet she pushed back against him, meeting every stroke. Her tight heat surrounded him, it was heaven.
The room was quiet except for the sound of their labored breathing and the soft slapping of skin against skin. Sweat tricked down his back. He was getting close, he could feel the tingle beginning at the base of his spine. He wouldn’t last much longer. He needed her to come again before he could release.
He wrapped one hand around her hair, pulling her head back and controlling her like he had in his fantasy. She whimpered softly at the sting in her scalp.
With his other hand he gripped her hip again, hard enough to leave a mark. He began pounding into her at a furious pace, grunting as he rutted into her like an animal. She braced her hands against the bed, struggling to stay up on her hands and knees.
In the back of his mind, he was shocked at how primal he was with her, but it felt right. He’d never felt this urge to dominate before. Rain continued to push her ass back to meet him stroke for stroke, clearly enjoying it as she made low sounds of satisfaction.
“Yes John, yes!” she wailed. “I’m going to come again!”
He released her hair and leaned over her to pinch her nipple between his fingers. She made a long moaning sound. He pinched harder as he continued slamming into her.
“Come for me Rain, come for me now!” he thundered in her ear.
She broke apart beneath him, trembling as she threw her head back to shout his name. Her internal muscles spasmed against his cock, squeezing him until he shouted out his own release. “Rain!” he growled. “Rain!”
His body stiffened as his orgasm shot out of him in long, steady spurts. It seemed to last forever.
They finished together and Rain’s knees gave out. She collapsed on the bed, her face pressed into the comforter. He collapsed on top of her, his cock still inside her as they both lay there gasping for breath.
John felt shell-shocked. He had been with a good number of women in his life, but sex had never felt this way before. Sex with Rain felt different, transcendent. It was like they had connected on some kind of a primal level, or maybe a spiritual level. He had a feeling nothing would ever be the same again.
Usually, the first time with a new partner was awkward as they figured out what they liked and found a rhythm, yet he and Rain had moved together like old lovers who were reuniting. It was hot and hard and passionate, yet somehow familiar. He smiled happily against her neck, giving her little kisses.
“John,” she finally groaned. “Get off me. I can’t breathe.”
He chucked, and moved off of her, tapping one ass cheek lightly with his hand as he left the warm heat of her body. She gasped in surprise. John retrieved a Kleenex from the table and removed the condom, getting up to toss it in the trash can in the attached bathroom.
He realized that he was smiling like a loon. Rain was still laying on her stomach, breathing heavily like she had just run the 40-yard-dash with Usain Bolt.
He rolled onto the bed next to her and pulled her up with him. She sighed and rolled onto her side, resting her head on his shoulder, and tangling her leg with his. She ran her hand lightly up his stomach to his chest, fingers moving through his chest hair until she rested her palm over his still furiously beating heart.
His chest squeezed with a feeling that reminded him a lot of love. He shook off the thought. John wasn’t one for big emotions. He liked to keep on an easy keel at all times. Even in his youth and in his marriage he had been able to keep himself separate, maintain perspective.
He had an uneasy feeling that it would be harder to do that with Rain. Not because of her, but because of him, and his feelings, which were already overwhelming. They were very different people, yet somehow they had connected on some impossibly deep level. He had a feeling that things were never going to be the same.
They rested like that for several minutes before she finally tilted her head up and caught his gaze. “Well, that was unexpected,” she said softly. “But really good.”
He nodded. He knew what she was thinking: they shouldn’t work. Yet somehow they did.
He gave her a cocky smile. “I should make you omelets more often if this is what’s going to happen.”