...He could smell the rain. He could smell her.

Raindrops pelted down on his head and the storm that had threatened now broke free. He saw the raindrops fall onto her skin, and rubbed the moisture over her, stroking her heated flesh. It was as though steam rose between them.

The wind whipped and howled around them, fierce and strong, reflecting the emotions swirling between them. His hands pulled at the flimsy camisole and ripped it from her body, exposing her to both the elements and himself.

“Yes, Alex, fuck me now. Right now. Do it hard and fast. Slide it in me deep.”

He reached down and felt the heat of her core. Wet and hot, he slid his fingers through the searing silk of her vagina, past her engorged lips. So ready to take him. But he wanted something more first. He lowered her leg and sank to his knees.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.

“Oh, yes, anything you say. I want to feel your mouth, your tongue, sucking me.” She widened her stance. He held her lips apart with his fingers as he delved inside with his tongue, stabbing as deep as possible to lap at her juices. She thrust into him, demanding he go deeper still.

He tasted her sweet, exotic cream, relished and licked at her. Exited, he swirled his tongue over her engorged, stiff clit, gripped and teased with his teeth, felt her respond. She was so ready for him, so hot, so tight—tighter than he would have expected from a woman like her. But she was, and he knew when he sheathed himself inside her it was going to feel like exquisite heaven.

He drove his fingers inside her as he continued to circle her stiffened clit with his tongue and raze it with his teeth.

“Yes, oh, God, yes,” she yelled as she thrust her hips.