Hot Sex Erotica
"Restless in the Storm," a sex story by Roxanne Rhoads
I had felt the energy of the storm brewing for hour but it was just now making its presence, flashes of lightning splitting the night sky along the horizon. The storm was still far enough away that I could only barely make out the rumble of thunder but soon the storm would be upon me and Adam still had not made it home. He was due home two hours ago and was not answering his cell phone. I hated that. We have cell phones for a reason, so we can always be connected but that man had a habit of not answering…and driving me insane in the process. The connection between us was so important, especially when a storm was coming.
I was on edge enough I didn’t need him not answering his phone to push me over. Summer, the heat, the long days…it makes me so restless. No matter what I do I still feel this gnawing ache inside me telling me I should be doing something else. What? Sex. Him. It tells me I should be having sex, doing him, making love to my Adam.
The heat pushes, nudges me, driving me crazy. Then add a storm into the mix and I’m a raving lunatic, especially when Adam isn’t around. He can usually find a way to distract me or at least calm the beast within me for awhile, but tonight he’s not home and I feel like my nerve endings are going to fry.
I sit on the porch with my cell phone sitting next to me. I twitch, I fidget, I watch the storm clouds roll in. I give in to the restlessness and light a cigarette; I only smoke when it storms. As I take a deep drag, the first faux wave of calm settles within me and leaves me a little light headed. I take another puff for good measure to stop the shaking.
I sit back and reach for my sweet tea and feel the sweat roll down my back, and drip down my spine while another bead tickles a trail between my breasts. The heat was stifling and the impending storm made the air even heavier. The darkness was rolling in too. It was making me claustrophobic.
Could you suffocate in the open air? It sure felt like it.
I took a couple more hits from the cigarette then stubbed it out in the shiny glass ashtray. It had been so nice and clean, now I sullied it with the butt, squashing it down, making sure it didn’t smolder. I smeared dark ash all over the shiny bottom of the tray. Then, I reached for my cell and hit the speed dial button to call Adam. Again.
This time he answered, “Baby, I’m almost home.”
“Where the hell have you been? You’re over two hours late and you weren’t answering your phone!” I yelled, starting to panic; I needed him in a bad way like a junkie needs a fix.
“Baby, I am so sorry. I thought I lost my phone last time I stopped to get gas because I couldn’t find it. Then there was a huge accident on 75. I just got off the expressway and pulled over to look for my phone. I found it…dead under the seat. I had just plugged it in, turned it on and it started ringing. I knew it was you.” His voice sounded so sincere, so I calmed…a little.
“I hate it when you pull this crap, Adam,” I breathed heavily into the phone.
“I’m sorry you married a dumbass, Ang,” he sighed heavily into the phone, too. He wasn’t really a dumbass, dumb shit just seemed to always happen to him – and me for that matter.
“You aren’t a dumbass, darling. I just need you bad. When are you going to be home? The storm is almost here and I’m about to lose it.” Just saying it out loud made me start shaking all over again.
My body was filling with that raw ache as the storm rumbled closer and closer. My nipples budded into hard little peaks; I squeezed my thighs together tight to stifle the need spreading between them. It didn’t work. It was like I could feel Adam getting closer to me just like the storm. The closer they both got the more the need spread throughout my body. I was thrumming with desire, and my pussy started to pulsate with anticipation.
“I’ll be there real soon, baby,” Adam whispered into my ear and then hung up.
I pulled off my tank top and caressed my swollen breasts. They felt so full, so alive with energy. I pinched the hard nubs and felt the zing go straight to my clit. I moaned and lay back on the porch continuing to caress my breasts and tweak my nipples.
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I heard Adam’s truck pull in but I didn’t move. He had walked in on me doing much worse to myself in the heat before.
“Angie? Where are you, baby?” he called out from the driveway.
“I’m back here, Adam, on the back porch.” I heard his heavy boots hitting the gravel of the drive then the soft grass of the backyard. I heard him stop and gasp.
“Damn, darling you are always a sight for sore eyes when I find you like this.” He was smiling, already unbuttoning his shirt. “Sorry I didn’t get here sooner, but I see you at at least waited for me this time.” He continued to strip for me kicking off his work boots and unzipping his pants. He pushed everything down, then leaned over to off his pants and socks, then he stood up. His cock jutted straight out, already rock hard and ready for me.
I arched my back and smiled while spreading my legs for him. Everything was going to be okay now that he was home. Adam knew how to make the ache go away.
He stood there and looked at me with his super sexy grin as the sky opened above him and spilled raindrops down on his naked flesh. The electric tension soared through the sultry heat of the night and hit me in my core where I wanted Adam to be, buried deep and desire soaked in my slick center.
I joined him in the rain and sank to my knees in the wet grass to lick the rain from his shaft. I licked and sucked at him with a thirst I didn’t know I had. Could he quench my parched soul?
He fell to his knees in front of me so we could drink from each other’s well of desire. Love drenched lips, met and mingled as lightning ripped through the night sky. Thunder cracked loudly overhead as the steady drizzle turned into a pour. Our naked bodies pressed against each other, heated flesh against heated flesh slick and wet with sweat and rain, soft breasts against muscled chest, hard male pushed into soft female.
I gave his body a little shove backwards and he fell into the grass so that he was lying on his back. I wanted to be on top, to ride him, to feel the rain slide down my body as I stared into his face. He was so hard and I was so wet. I slid my swollen folds across his shaft, nudged his tip against my clit over and over driving us both wild. He squirmed under me trying to push into me as the rain sluiced down my breasts to pause then drip from my nipples.
I couldn’t take the tease anymore as my body screamed for his; I let him penetrate me, slide deep inside and push me into the place of pleasure I loved so much. I rode him on instinct letting my body move as it wished, sensually dancing on top of him while his hands gripped my hips and his eyes watched me intently.
Lightning continued to flash in the night sky, illuminating our bodies as if we were dancers in a nightclub, the strobe lights flashing off our slick skin. The thunder provided a steady primal beat- deep bass rumbling while the rain beating on the shed roof sounded like cymbals and the wind whipped and whistled along all in perfect tune.
His hands crept up to my breasts, kneading the flesh and causing me to cry out into the night as he pinched my nipples roughly. My cry was lost in the storm whisked away by the wind that whipped my long hair madly around my body. I knew what I must look like, a wild woman in the storm, and I loved it. In this moment I was free, happy, and the need was fulfilled. The inner ache was no longer empty as Adam’s hard cock filled me so deep I could think of nothing but this pleasure inside me.
I threw my head back and ground my pelvis into his, rocking hard, taking him deep, enjoying the rain caressing my body, as thousands of drops and rivulets touching every nerve ending on my body, coating my heated flesh. It slicked over us both—cooling us but not putting out our fire. I could practically hear the sizzle as it hit our bodies.
My orgasm neared, threatening to overtake me like a true force of nature strong and hard and without regret. It churned inside me then split me down the middle, it radiated from my center rocketing through me, pulsating, pushing, almost knocking me off Adam.
He sat up under me, wrapped his arms around me, and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth hard. This sent new pulses soaring through me, ricocheting around inside me, with each new thrust, with each tug of his lips aftershocks coursed through me until my body pulsed along with each beat of thunder overhead. My heart, my pulse, my desire all rumbled a low and steady boom, boom, boom…
I wanted more; I wanted it to keep going. It was a love drug high that I hated to come down from, so hot, so wet, so restless and wild in the middle of the storm within and around me.
Adam picked me up off his long, hard shaft and lay me down in the cool wet grass legs spread wide, letting the rain pour down on my pleasure heated body, letting it enter me now like a second lover. The rain assaulted my nipples forcing them into hard tips and it throbbed against my clit sending an overload of sensations into my already supercharged body. It was like my naked flesh was being stroked by one large natural vibrator, everywhere at once; wet, pulsing, alive, tingling the rain caressed my skin while the storm continued to move in the night.
Adam put his face between my thighs to taste me, licking rain and desire from my pussy, sucking at my hard clit as I moaned and writhed beneath him, wrapping my legs around him pushing my heels into his shoulders. So good, so very good his tongue swirled and dipped, whirled and flicked…pushing me into the dark and toward the light. I could see flashes of lightning through my closed eyelids as I came again and again with Adam demanding more of me, draining me, taking away the restlessness so I could find peace in his arms once again.
I grabbed him, “Please, Adam,” I begged, “I need you inside me again.” He smiled as he moved up my body and easily slid his long, thick cock inside me, stretching me, rubbing me from the inside, making me moan and scream his name. He thrust hard and fast inside me, his hips steadily pumping back and forth, back and forth. I gripped his shoulders and spread open wide thrusting my hips up to meet his, to take him deep, deeper, as deep as he could go until my back bowed and I screamed over and over feeling him hit the end of me, beating into me, forcing me to feel all of him, take him all in, accept his length and love it. And I did.
Thrusting and pulsing, he made love to me as fierce as the storm beat above us, crackling and booming. Violent and wild in the night, we were right in the middle of it now and it cradled us, threatened us, but kept us safe, letting us know nature as few ever dared.
Purely elemental and in love, we crashed into each other as thunder and lightning crashed above us. Fast, faster, he thrust into me, rain slick and sex soaked, our bodies became one, raging with the storm until finally he stilled above me, spilling his hot seed into me and I became calm once again. I clutched him as he held me and we collapsed together in each other’s arms as the storm and my restlessness receded into the night.
Originally published June 2010