Sweet Dreams
Lightning flashes, and I gasp into his lips as the thunder follows close, booming like the end of days as the rain crashes down.
My pulse races, and my moans mix with his along with our tongues as I grind against him. His big hands slide over me, grabbing my ass tight and pulling me against him.
He’s soaking wet, which is making me soaking wet, and it only takes a minute for my clothes to be as drenched as his. Thunder crashes again, so fucking loud and so close, like the storm is right freaking over us. But all it does is fuel us on, like war drums.