"Please, don't make me wait," she begged. "Not this time." The wind whipped her hair around her face, but it went unnoticed.
"No, baby," Dylan said, his voice husky with desire. "This time will be fast and hard. I'll be lucky to last five seconds."
"Good. I'll probably last four. Just do something before I explode. I need to feel you."
Anna's words were all the prompting he needed. Lightning shot across the sky in a jagged arch, and he saw the passion and fire moments before he devoured her mouth in a scorching kiss. He circled her round and round until they were protected under a dense copse of trees that surrounded his home. The wind whistled through the branches and thunder crashed around them, but there was only an echo of the disturbance in their subconscious as need and desire took over their bodies.
Clothes were torn and scattered as they wrestled each other to the ground. And then the rain started to fall. A torrential downpour that took them straight to the eye of the storm. Anna was oblivious to the rain. Her body was so hot she was sure that steam was rising off her skin in waves. She wrapped her legs around him and felt the head of his cock nudge her wet folds.
"Please," she begged, "Please, Dylan."
"Tell me what you want," he said, whispering in her ear. He ran his hands over her body, branding her lush curves with his touch. He pushed inside her slightly and then pulled away, causing her to moan in frustration.
"I want you inside of me," she screamed. "Do it!"
Dylan plunged into her waiting heat without any warning, causing her to scream in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her sheath was achingly tight, but she adjusted quickly to his size, accepting him fully. He didn't stop to let her catch her breath but pushed her until she was blinded by the feelings roiling inside her. All she could do was hang on for the ride.
"More," he demanded. "I want more." He quickened his pace, sending Anna's body into a spiraling vortex of eruptions. He stiffened above her and swelled within her tight sheath. The explosion of his come filled her to bursting and sent her into another fit of rapture.
"Am I still alive?" Anna asked a few moments or hours later. She wasn't sure which. The only reason she was brought back from semi-unconsciousness was because she was starting to drown.
"Mmm," Dylan said in response.
Sure, easy for him. He's on top. "Ah, Dylan," she said. "I'm having kind of a problem here."
He lifted his head and looked at her in disgust. "Geez, woman, haven't you ever heard of afterglow?"
"Excuse me?" she said. "You happen to be crushing me into the ground. Where, I might add, a rock has made itself at home in my right butt cheek. Not to mention the fact that I'm drowning."
"Oh," he said, laughing and causing another tingle to surface in her nether-region. "Is this better?" he asked, flipping their positions so she was on top. She looked like an ethereal creature from the sea. Her head lifted high and her hair hanging in wet ropes.
"Ahh, this is much better, but do you think we might get to go inside soon? I've never been much for the great outdoors," she said, tracing her fingers along the lines of his face.
He really was a beautiful man. The sharp angles of his face sported a five o'clock shadow and raindrops clung to his lashes. She leaned down gently and took his bottom lip in her mouth, sucking gently. She could feel his body stir beneath hers and knew that she would always remember this moment, the rain falling quietly now and the look of what she wished was love in his eyes. Memories were all she needed.
"I think the great outdoors agree with you quite well," Dylan said, seeing the shuttered look come into her eyes. She was thinking again, and it was too early in their affair to have such heavy thoughts. He was doing his damnedest to block his own thoughts from coming to the surface.
Anna Hollis was going to be a complication that could change his life forever. He just had to figure out if he wanted to let her. "How does a hot shower sound?"
"I don't know. Do I have to take one alone?"
"Absolutely not," Dylan said, sitting up with her still on his lap. "That wouldn't be any way to treat a guest." He stood up slowly, making sure his legs would support him, and swung Anna up into his arms.
"Oh my God. Please don't drop me."
"Are you questioning my manhood?" He relaxed his arms so she started to fall and had to wrap her arms around his neck to hang on.
"No," she said. "You're very manly and tough. And this is very romantic. What about our clothes?"
"We're not going to need them for a while."
"No, you idiot," Anna said, laughing. "Our clothes are all over your front yard. What if someone drives up?"
"Then they're bound to get an education."
She buried her face in his neck, inhaling the scent of male and rain and feeling the walls she guarded so fiercely around her heart begin to crack. Snap out of it, Anna. No matter what you feel, Dylan Maguire will never feel the same way about you.
As they made their way up the wooden steps that led to Dylan's front porch, Anna looked around at the outside of his home for the first time since they'd arrived. At first glance, it looked like an average cabin in the woods. At second glance, it was a majestic display of wood and angles, a cross between Frank Lloyd Wright and Paul Bunyan's cabin.
"Wow," Anna said. "This is some place you've got here."
"It's just a place to live," Dylan said, uncomfortable at her scrutiny. "I've always felt it's too big for one person, but it's comfortable."
Anna was one of the few people that had seen his home. It had been a sanctuary to him after his divorce, a place he could find the solitude he needed in his busy life. "Can you get the door?" he asked, shifting her in his arms.
"Well I can't wait to get the tour," she told him. "Much, much later."
"I believe we have a date in the shower." He set her down gently and encircled her in his arms loosely, kissing her lips softly and gently nibbling his way down to her neck.
"Mmm," Anna groaned. "You are so good at that."
"You haven't seen the half of it yet," he said, biting her earlobe. He backed her towards the master suite, guiding her with the touch of his body. "This is my bedroom."
"It's beautiful," Anna said, never taking her eyes off his. "Are we close to the shower?"
"It's right here. And it's plenty big enough for what I have in mind."
"That sounds like boasting. You must have something to prove," she said, grasping his rapidly returning hardness in her hands.
"I guess I do." He pushed her into the shower and adjusted the nozzle before turning on the water. "Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated."
He skimmed his finger across her nipple and pinched lightly, causing her to draw in a sharp breath. "You like that?"
"Yes," she hissed.
"Then we'll experiment more with it later. I've got a terrible thirst for you." His fingers found their way to her pussy, flicking the tight swollen bud buried in her folds. Her fingernails raked his shoulders as he pushed two fingers inside of her.
"You're so tight. You fit like a glove around my cock."
"Prove it."
He pushed her against the tile wall and propped her leg over his arm, opening her to his invasion. He slid home smoothly and rocked them both to oblivion.
Dylan woke three hours later to the sound of a car engine starting. He reached out and felt the cool sheets next to him and knew that Anna was gone. He sat up slowly and rubbed his hands over his face before walking naked to the front door. He saw the red flash of her taillights before she turned off the long graveled road, he assumed, headed toward home.
It was what he wanted. What they both agreed on. Two ships passing in the night. And if the spot just under his heart hurt a little, he had no one to blame but himself.
"Shit," he yelled, punching his fist against the wall. He'd never been on the receiving end of being left in the middle of the night. He was the one who was supposed to leave, or the one who said it's time for you to go.
Even now he wanted her again. No, needed her again. His dick was hard again, and images of her bent over his bed, sucking his cock or his face buried in her pussy bombarded his mind. But now she was gone. He thought she'd drained him dry in the few hours of lovemaking they'd had together. She was like a drug he couldn't get out of his system.