Central Park in the Rain

The thunder should have been a warning. Instead, we just stared up at the sky over the park and ooh’d and ah’d at the light show above. It wasn’t until we actually felt the first drop of rain that we polished off the bottle of wine and threw the remains of our picnic into our bags.

It started falling heavier and faster as we made our way down the path, and suddenly we had a choice. To the left was the relative comfort of a stone archway, close and dry, with enough light to feel safe and warm. To the right was the exit to the street with home only blocks away. We looked down each path as the rain fell harder until a huge crack of lightning sent us running for cover beneath the moss-covered bridge.

By the time we got to the safety of archway we were lightly soaked, but we laughed it off as we leaned our backs against the wall and stared at the sheets of rain outside. I ran a finger through your hair to see just how wet you were and you put a hand on my chest. We started kissing before either of us could say a thing and it wasn’t soft. We bit each other’s lips and frantically pulled our bodies closer. We took breaks only to whisper back and forth.

“I want you in my mouth,” you snarled as your hand found me already hard beneath my jeans.

“I need to fuck you,” was all I managed back and it was overwhelming. You had my belt open and my cock out before you released my lips and seconds later I felt your mouth around me. You were warm and strong as you took me and I tried so hard not to move. Despite my best efforts I still took your hair in my hand and held you tightly as you took my entire length into your mouth and throat.

I pulled you back up for a kiss far too soon, but I could barely stand the sensations running through my body. I kissed you hard and slid my hands up under your dress to slide the silk down to your ankles. You let out a gasp as you felt the cool air against you and I pushed two fingers inside you until you screamed. You were as wet as the storm around us, and I could hardly think as I told you to put your hands on the wall and lift the back of your dress.

As you turned around, I had just enough time to find a condom in my bag. I had it on before I touched you, and despite how tempting it was to just fuck you, I knelt behind you instead. You…

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