Stormy Cabin Romance

The thunderstorm was just beginning.  He knew she'd be afraid if she didn't have a distraction.  Even now, she was shaking in his arms, dripping wet from their run to the cabin.  Her eyes were wide with fear, and also trust that he would keep her safe.  It was more than he could take.1

A fire was already burning in the fireplace in the tiny wood cabin, high up in the mountains.  A flash of lightning and crash of thunder from some distance away reached the cabin as he took her lips with his own.  His hands smoothed down her back and over her hips, then he pulled her roughly against his own hips.  She looked up at him in wonder, her eyes turning a deeper shade of blue.  She'd never done anything like this, but her trust for him made her bolder.  Her arms skimmed up along his and across his shoulders, then made their way down his broad chest, her nails lightly raking across his stomach.  Then she slid them back up and around his neck.  Her eyes revealed her intense desire, and she could feel his desire pressing into her hip.2

Another roll of thunder, slightly closer now, came as he again captured her mouth.  The kiss began slowly, tenderly, as if not to frighten her.  Steadily it became more fierce and possessive as both of their passions grew, and the storm's power grew as well, coming closer to the little cabin.  He began to kiss along her chin and down her neck to where he knew he could make her weak.  Soft, tender kisses, tiny tongue-flicks, slightly sucking on her rain drenched skin, he worked across her shoulder.  The sensations were so intense she could scarcely breathe.  His hands went around her waist to support her as her breath came shorter and shorter.  Her little sounds of pleasure nearly drove him wild, but he kept a tight rein on his passion.3

Her nails dug into his shoulders urging him to stop, then to continue, then she didn't know what, all she knew was that she loved him.  His hands slipped under the edge of her shirt, and the heat from his hands on her bare skin made her arch against him, whimpering slightly.  He slowly raised it higher until he pulled it over her head.  Her simple white bra was soaked and nearly transparent.  His throbbing need for her was nearly intolerable.  He urged her to lie on the old rug in front of the fireplace and he lay down next to her.  The little piece of cotton was quickly gone and he lavished kisses across her chest, first on one milky breast, then the other.  She arched to meet his mouth when he lifted, then returned to the other breast.  She stiffened a little, but the heat of his hand in this untouched area made her forget her fear.4

The storm was closer now.  The thunder, rolling in the mountain trees, vibrated in their chests.  Her jeans were tossed aside, along with his clothes, and a hand dipped behind the band of her silky panties.  They too quickly disappeared.  The heat he encountered there nearly made him lose control, but he kept it slow, for her sake.  He wanted to watch her peak for her first time, simply at his touch, then he would take her the way he'd dreamed for the past few sleepless weeks.5

One finger caressed her slick desire, then slid into the white hot sheath, then two making her cry out with surprise and pleasure.  He took her mouth in a gentle kiss to reassure her and she quieted a little.  Then his fingers began their slow torture.  The sensations increased until she finally reached her peak, crying out his name.6

More thunder crashed outside and the fire crackled.  He smiled at her, that silly crooked grin she loved so much.  Then his head lowered and she jerked in surprise when the moist heat of his mouth took up where his hand had been moments earlier.  The sensations again increased, coming faster and faster.  He sensed her release coming closer and kissed her neck.  "I love you" he said, then he drove home, another crash of thunder shaking the cabin as he entered her.7

She arched against him, released a breathless sound of pleasure, and caught his mouth in a vicious kiss.  He surged deeper into her scorching heat and lost himself to his need.  Simultaneous release and cries of both names ripped the air as a bolt of lightning cracked just feet from the door.8

He kept himself inside her, not wishing to break the bond so newly formed, and rolled onto his back, taking her with him.  Both lay exhausted and the fire burned down to glowing embers.  He pulled a blanket off a nearby chair to ward off the nights chill.  As she lay in his arms, feeling his fingers running through her hair and listening to the storm abate to a gentle rain shower, she felt more safe than she'd ever felt before.  She could hear his heart beating steadily beneath her cheek and just before sleep claimed them both, "I love you too" escaped her lips, spoken directly to his heart.9