Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance
he says.
“I love you too. Good weather, bad weather, rain, sun, shine.”
“You like to fuck more in inclement weather,” he says.
I grin, lean over him to kiss him, grinding my hips until that first sunshine-yellow burst of pleasure sounds
inside of me and I am coming, his fingers digging into my flesh. His teeth nip at my lower lip and make my orgasm that much brighter, that much sweeter.
“True,” I say. “Maybe it’s the danger. Inclement weather turns me on. Almost as much as a clement man.”