An enigmatic witch's moon hides behind heavy clouds. The sky is closing, not even a star can be seen. The storm is about

An enigmatic witch's moon hides behind heavy clouds. The sky is closing, not even a star can be seen. The storm is about to untie. I look out the large window, dressed only in thin pants, and while my bare feet play with the soft carpet, a A chill runs down my spine from the pleasant heat that the chimney. I hear the water of the shower, and my imagination flies to meet you, naked under water. Lightning illuminates the sky, and immediately the first drops They begin to fall on the glass. The light of the fireplace and candles sparkles from the drops that remain on the glass, while the rhythmic The sound of the rain seems to blend with the soft music that plays in the background. The bathroom door opens, and you appear, with a short white satin nightgown, hair loose and still wet, and a mischievous shine on the eyes You are beautiful. The temperature in the room just went up ten degrees, or was it mine? Suddenly I remember that I should breathe again and that I also want to play. I offer you my hand from the window, inviting you to come. You cross the room with that suggestive walk of yours, and a smile on your face. lips. You take my hand, and I pull you to me. - "Look at this" - I whisper in your ear, while I hug you by the back - "storms have always excited me, that feeling that the air It's charged with static, it makes me feel more active, more alive." -. The rain beats against the large window, and the lightning They illuminate the sky incessantly, the spectacle is impressive. I admire the storm, with you embraced, while the sweet aroma of your wet hair reaches me. A slight movement from you makes me aware of how close your body is. of mine, and of the warmth that it gives off, tempting, inviting Inevitably my hands begin to slide smoothly by your body, and my lips accept the invitation of your neck to get closer to you. he. I caress your hips, and I go up your firm belly, little by little, until I reach your breasts, with which I play for a long time. Your nipples respond to my caresses, and our bodies begin to come together more and more. I descend With one of my hands, very slowly, I brush your pubis, and reach your thighs, that I caress provocatively, going down and going up again. I come to you vulva, I run over the lips slowly, they are very wet, and opening them I gently insert a finger. Seeing how excited you are I decide to add another finger more to the game. While I continue playing, I pull down the straps of your nightgown. It slides down your body to my hand, you pull on my pants that fall to the ground. floor. I withdraw my hand, to also let your nightgown fall, and with my fingers wet from you I begin to gently caress your clitoris. My lips, tongue and teeth continue to run all over your skin, your neck, your shoulders, the nape of your neck, lightly nibbling on your earlobe. Your breathing accelerates while our excitement, and I notice how you start to play with your buttocks, rubbing them against me Penis, which is hard as ever. Without stopping caressing your clitoris, I go down a little my position, and I start playing with my glans around your vulva, caressing, provoking. You press back slightly, you want to have me inside. I I'm also dying, but I back away a little, I want to provoke you a little more, raise your excitement to the clouds. I continue caressing you a little more, with my penis your vulva, and with my fingers your clitoris. You lean slightly towards front, leaning on the window, and you whisper to me "I need you inside me" -. I introduce myself little by little, delighting in the sensation, and I start to move gently while I caress your back, your hips, your buttocks I love going all over your skin. I'm changing the rhythm, now more fast, now a little slower, deeper or maybe just playing with the tip, anything goes as long as we enjoy this moment, of awakening in you sensations that dwarf the storm outside. I enjoy every sigh of pleasure you give. The excitement and desire increases, and when I notice that we We approach the limit, I slow down, and I stop. Still inside you, and with accelerated breathing, I say in your ear - "Wait we are not in a hurry Right? Let's enjoy the moment." You struggle for a moment with the desire, but you You sit up and turn to me with a provocative smile, staring at me With those eyes in which I could lose my soul. You take my head between your hands and kiss me, long, deep and passionately. You make me lie down on the carpet, you straddle me, and slowly slide down on my erect member, until I have it completely inside. I release the air and looking at you, I see, from your malicious and funny expression, that now you are the one you want to play I smile at you and say "I'm all yours" -. You lean over me, your hair cascades over my face, and While you kiss me, you start to move rhythmically, you also play with me, You take me to the limit, to leave me hanging there, longing, but not yet It's time, you want to feel my excitement, see how my body responds to your movements. You are in control and you are enjoying it. Finally, while the storm outside seems to be just above us, our excitement reaches its climax, you are riding on me in a wonderful way, with your hands resting on me, while I I caress a breast with one hand, and with the other I stimulate your clitoris. You accelerate the rhythm, and we reach the point where no one can think about anything, there is only pleasure for every pore of our body, a heat inside us that threatens with consuming us. You scream with pleasure, and when I feel your orgasm, it is impossible for me hold on longer. We have an incredible orgasm, long and very, very intense. When I come to, I am hugging you, and I still tremble slightly. I give you a kiss slow, full of tenderness, and looking at you intently I ask you: "Have I told you what?" wonderful are you? No? Maybe I couldn't while you almost killed me pleasure. But nothing happensthe night is young." smiling, he winks at you, and That wonderful smile lights up your face again. We open a very cold bottle of champagne and lying on the carpet, in front of the fireplace, we toast to ourselves, to what remains of night and storm.