The thunder rumbled in the distance and kept time with my desire. I had been in heat all day and the storm rolling in on the waning day fed my hunger. I poured a glass of wine, dry and red, and took a sip. It lingered in my mouth and teased my taste buds. My saliva responded by mingling with the wine and drying up in appreciation. Thats what a good dry red should do, steal my saliva and replace it with it a taste so rich that the entire body responds with a tremble. The rumbling continued in the distance and within. I was going to need satisfaction this night. I found my cell phone and dialed a familiar number.

It rang and I waited. A voice on the other end finally answered, Hello? I wasted no time.

Theres a storm coming. Id like to be too.

There was silence followed by the echo of a mans breath as it caught in his throat. Yes, was his course reply.

Can you help me? I asked.

Without pause, he answered, Yes. Ill be right there. It would take him half an hour to reach me so I busied myself with preparations.

I turned down the bed, tossed away the extra pillows, and spritzed the sheets with my favorite scent. I lit the candles that were placed throughout the room and turned off the light. The ambiance was subtle and romantic. I opened the curtains to allow the approaching lightening entrance. Now, it was perfect.

The thunder growled closer and my body shuddered in anticipation. My clothing of the day was discarded and replaced with a sheer, black robe and a matching pair of panties.

I smoothed lotion on my feet, up my legs, and across my bottom.

I paid close attention to my inner thighs and tummy, finishing with my arms and throat. The soft scent of eucalyptus and spearmint soothed my restlessness and calmed my threatening need. I lit a few more candles in the living room and hall to light the way and unlocked the front door. With welcome entry soft placeured, I returned to the bedroom. The storm moved closer and the thunder grew louder. It rattled the glass in the panes and the floors shuddered in its wake. I stood in front of the window and inhaled the smell of rain and dust mingled in the night air. My longing embraced the night and danced on the breeze.

I didnt hear the front door open, but I heard it close.

My heart beat in eager display of emotion. He was here. My breath caught in my throat for a moment as I listened to his approaching footsteps. I stood still, framed in each lightening strike, aware of the electricity in the air. He must have seen me, there in front of the window because I heard his growl across the room followed by the rustle of clothing being removed and tossed aside.

I shuddered, but remained in place.

I smelled him before I heard him again or felt him. His scent, unmistakable and heady filled my nostrils. My body moistened in response and readiness. Even though I expected his touch, I startled at his hand on my shoulder. He whispered, shhh . . . and allowed it to linger a moment before sliding it down my arm and suddenly cupping my breast.

Have you been waiting for me? I moaned in response, nipples hard against the warm palm of his hand. I turned toward him with open mouth and begged his kiss. He granted my wish and fell upon me with mouth open, warm, and hungry. His kiss was raw with desire and need and our groans twisted into each other and became one. My body arched toward him and pleaded for him to take it, to make it his. He obliged without hesitation.

His length was hard and erect, pressing against my belly, his hands all over me as his mouth devoured mine.

The thunder roared and clapped just outside the open window. The lightening lit up the sky and the room in sharp flashes that mimicked our need.

He growled, I moaned, and we fell across the bed. He offered no gentleness as he spread my legs wide and shoved his throbbing length into my warmth. My softness was soaked with desire and need and accepted him without pause. I groaned as his length slid deeper and deeper, filling my need. I sighed. I was complete. He played me with primal abandon, as it was meant to be.

Our bodies writhed and intertwined in ecstasy and agony. I heard his guttural moan and knew he was near release. I grasped him, drew him deeper, and clawed at him, begging his explosion. Within moments, he growled, Damn it. God damn it, and I knew his cum was mine. He plunged his length deep and hard and filled my softness with his juice. I gasped and came, softness gripping, grabbing, and coaxing all it could from his throbbing length. He spewed even more of his thick, white liquid inside of my hungry private part and fell heavy on top of me. Our gasps disappeared into the thundering storm that now raged around us. Later, as we lay spent in each others arms, my thoughts returned to the bliss of the moment.

I sighed. He caressed me and softly kissed my forehead. You okay? I answered with a nod and, Ummm. More than okay. I snuggled in closer. Thank you. He chuckled, Thank you.