Caught in the Rain

[neerathemall]

He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, expressions of pleasure flitting across his face as I took my time adjusting to him. After a few more rocks a groan escaped his lips and his fingers dug into my hips, urging me up his swelling cock until I was poised at the tip, and then taking a slow ride down again. We set up this pleasurable rhythm of long, deep strokes that had my fingers digging into the windowsill while I lightly rested my forehead against his. Our breathing became synchronized to our movements, his hips rose slightly to meet mine as I settled into his lap, our eyes both down cast and watching the movements that would bring us to a blistering state of bliss.