sky. The rivulets bathe her face, crystalline drops clinging to the curled tips of her lashes. Something clinches in my chest at the sight of her. Some part of me moves that I didn’t know existed. I take her arm and stop us in the middle of the street, in the middle of the rain, in the middle of one of the most beautiful cities in the world, and I kiss her.
Even drenched by a downpour, we’re thirsty for each other. Her mouth goes wide and searches under mine. I feel every line and curve of her body through the wet dress clinging to her. I cling to her. My shoes are slogged, droplets run down my back, but lightning would have to strike us before I’d let her go.
Finally, she pulls away, her eyes as dazed as I feel. Her mouth, swollen, and wet with raindrops and kisses, curves into a secret smile. She walks ahead, turning to face me and keeps stepping backward. She flicks her head in the direction of my house, which is in view, but still over a hundred feet away.
“Race?” she asks.
Before I can answer, she takes off, slipping on the cobblestones, pumping her arms and legs. Her siren laughter drifts back to me, and I shake myself, running to catch her. She’s halfway up the steps of my rented house when I zip past her to reach the door a second before she does.
“No fair,” she breathes, exerted, gorgeous.
“You even had a head start.” I laugh, unlocking and opening the door, and then dragging her in with me by the hand. “To the victor go the spoils.”
I haul her over my shoulder and charge up the steps.
“Doc!” She bangs half-heartedly on my back, her giggles bouncing off the high ceilings. “Put me down!”
I take her through my bedroom and keep going to the bathroom.
“Gladly.” I set her on her feet, grab a towel and start drying her hair. We grin at each other, and I think she’s as happy with me as I am with her. She reaches for a towel and starts drying my hair, too. Our smiles fade. We drop the towels and start undressing each other, peeling away sodden clothes and kicking off shoes. I hastily discard her bra and panties and gently drag the towel over her nipples, like berries in the dark golden brown of her skin.
Her head drops back, and she leans into my hand, her moan acoustic in the large empty bathroom. I sit her on the counter so her legs dangle. I lower to the floor and kiss the high, delicate arch of each foot, then behind her knees. I press my lips in a straight line of kisses up her inner thighs to her pussy, lured by the heavy, intimate scent of her. I’m starved for it, biting the plump lips and sucking the bud tucked inside.
“Good grief, Nix,” I breathe against her thigh. “Your pussy is spoiling me for all others.”
She laughs, holding my head between her hands and running her fingers through my hair. When I glance up, deep affection floods her eyes. She puts her foot on my shoulder and gives me a shove, knocking me on my ass. She hops off the counter and sprints back into my bedroom, flopping onto the mattress and opening her legs. The laughter melts from her face leaving only brazen invitation. An invitation impossible for me to resist.
When I reach the bed, she rises to her knees and tugs my belt, the glance she gives me penetrative, starved and digging deep.
“I want you in my mouth, Doc.”
Not looking away or saying a word, I pull my pants and briefs down, freeing my cock. I guide her to the edge of the bed and over the side, pushing her onto her knees. I don’t know how long I’ve envisioned her this way, but it’s a fantasy I plan to fully indulge. I nod to the tiny space separating her lips from my dick. “Do it then.”
She lowers her head and those full lips wrap around me, taking as much down her throat as she can. I wrap her hair around my fist and press deeper until she gags just a little.
“Too much?” I rasp, not sure I’ll survive it if she takes even another inch.
She doesn’t look away, those nimbus-cloud eyes dark, and eases more of me in.
“Fuck.” I cup her jaw and caress the muscles in her throat as she starts working her mouth