Adult Image Library 2/Adult_Image_Library_Volume_2_Disc2.iso/stories/storm.txt

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         DarkNites:  The Storm

   She felt the storm flow through her body, energizing her with its
power..  She had always been like this, restless, feeling the blood
rushing madly through her veins.  Many a time, she had wished for someone
to share it with her.

   He had finally found her.  She stood in the clearing by the power
station past Nichols Hall, the warm rain pelting down on her face.  He could
feel the tension in her too.  She practically radiated it.  She stood there,
eyes closed feeling everything..  the storm outside, the storm within.
It set her nerves on edge.

   He went to her, and placed his hands on her shoulders.  She didn't
move a muscle.  It was as if she did not recognize his presence.  Slowly,
he slid his hands down her arms, moving to her waist and pulling her to his
body.  She trembled slightly, her hands curling into fists in an attempt to
subdue the turmoil within her.  Still her eyes remained closed.

   He could feel the electricity in the air.  It made him a little crazy
too.  He bent down to her ear.  Very deliberately, he blew softly into it.
She gave a sharp cry and came alive, twisting around to press herself into his
body.  He took her weight easily as he ran one hand through her wet hair.

   Her hands clutched at his back, as her lips claimed his.  This was
no warm, loving kiss.  Her tongue thrust into his mouth, boldly demanding a
response.  He gave it.  His hand molded her body against his as he let
loose all the wildness he restrained with everyone but her.

   Lightning flashed above them lighting up the clearing for a split
second.  She jerked against him, hands clenching behind his back.  Then
suddenly she shoved him away and ran.  He stood frozen in shock and then
he was after her.

   They ran deeper into the woods.  The rain was coming down so hard
that he could barely make her out in front of him.  She was running so fast
that he was scared that she would slip on the muddy ground and slide down
one of the steep inclines.  Amazingly she stayed on her feet, still racing
with the wind.  Her exultant laughter floated back on the wind to him..

   Suddenly she slid to a stop, doubling over to catch her breath,
laughing breathlessly still.  He pulled her upright and propped her against
a tree.  Her clothes were soaked, her hair plastered against her brow but she
was more alive now than he had ever seen her.  Her eyes were aglow as she
threw back her head, stretched her arms out and yelled.  He was entranced.
Who was this wild creature?

   Her eyes came back to his face.  He saw the power in her eyes, and
suddenly he had the wild notion that the storm's energy was in her, being
channeled somehow through her to the outside.  Her gaze intensified.  Her
lips parted, her tongue slipped out to slide delicately over her lower lip.

   "Do you want me?"  Her voice was lower and huskier than normal.
   "How could I not.."  he answered, his eyes drinking in the sight of
her moving slowly against the tree.  She held out a hand to him.
   "Then make love to me..."

   He pushed her down onto the wet grass.  She let her body fall with
his, melt into the ground.  Then swiftly, she twisted out from under his
body, threw a leg over him and propped herself over him, her face alight
with triumph.  She caught his wrists and dragged them over his head,
holding them down to the ground.  Slowly, she stretched out over him, her
breasts poised over him, erect nipples clearly outlined through the wet
fabric.

   "Jesus..  Woman.."
   "You like?" she purred.
   "Like?  Here's how much I like.."
   He threw her off, pinned her down easily, shifting to let her feel
his obvious arousal against her thigh.
   "Tell me.  How much do you want me to make love to you?"
   She groaned in response, thrusting up her hips against him.  He
laughed softly then bent down to suck her earlobe into his mouth.  She
tried to squirm away from him.

   "Do you want to feel my tongue against your clitoris?  Do you want
to feel my fingers slide deep into you, press against your walls?" came a low,
deliciously husky voice in her ear.
   "Yes!" she gasped, as the vibration of his voice sent tiny muscle
spasms running down her side.  A wet tongue slid around the shell of her ear.
She shrieked.  Dammit, he knew perfectly well that her right ear was one of
her most sensitive spots!  Then the lightning flashed again and she was
arching against him, suddenly filled with the need for passion and power.

   "Please, I need you now..", she groaned.  He cocked his head in
mock surprise.
   "Now where's that woman who spends our nights endlessly teasing
me?  Can't you stand it when the shoe's on the other foot?"  He bent
down swiftly to sweep his tongue over the sensitive side of her neck.  She
groaned as her body continued to move restlessly under him.
   "Too bad.", he continued silkily.  "I'm going to take my time and
I'm going to see you go crazy with pleasure."

   Swiftly he came to his feet and reached down to pull her up.
Backing away slightly, his intense eyes holding her own, he began to strip.
Her heart leapt into her throat and stayed there as he finally stood there
in front of her.  A wave of faintness swept over her as her eyes travelled
over his body.  Proud, naked, beautiful.  Framed by the storm.  Her fantasy
come to life.

   Sobered a little by the depth of her emotions, she lifted her hands
to her buttons and began to shed her clothes, unconsciously using the grace
inherent in her.  Soon she too was bare, her skin prickling in the wind
that rustled the leaves around them.  He made the first step, backing her
into a tree.

   The feel of his firm body pressed against hers, the hardness of his
penis trapped against the soft flesh of her tummy, this was becoming more
like a dream by the minute.  The knot of tension within her tightened as
her breathing shallowed.  He bent his head ever so slowly to nuzzle at her
neck.  A wet tongue stroked up to her ear and then down again, tantalizing
every single nerve ending on the way.  Her nails dug into his forearms as
muscles in her buttocks contracted with exquisite slowness.

   Thunder crashed above them and a fresh fall of rain made its way
through the leaf cover onto them.  The heat of his body burned through the
chill as his hands moved over her body, touching, stroking, spreading the
water over her breasts.  Suddenly, she came to life again, wrapping her
arms around his neck and pulling his head down for an intense, satisfying
kiss.  One bare leg lifted and hooked over his hip as she pulled him into
her body.

   He could feel the heat of her groin pressing against his hip,
more than just tempting him to plunge into its warm depths.  But he was
enjoying himself way too much to end it so soon.  Instead, he slipped one
hand down her side, followed the smooth curve of her bottom and stroked along
her raised thigh.  He broke away from their kiss, looking deep into her
stormy eyes as his hand slipped between their bodies and into the heat and
wetness waiting for him.

   She gave a sharp gasp, pressing back against the tree as his cool
fingers parted her outer lips and drove into her.  He could fell her inner
muscles contracting around his fingers and he crooked them forwards and
found her G-spot.  Slowly he started to stroke the sensitive tissue ,
softly at first and then with more pressure.

   She buried her face in his neck, stifling her moans into his shoulder.
Her nails dug into his upper arms as she held on for dear life.  Carefully, he
added his thumb to the concerto, finding her throbbing clitoris and started
on the exact same rhythm he was using inside her.

   "No!  Stop!  Please..  I can't stand it."  She shot away from him
and grabbed his hand to still it.  A second later he was pinning her to the
tree, immobilizing her with his own body.
   "Relax.  Don't fight it.", he murmured into her ear, as he started
up again.
   "Oh God... please.. no... I can't.."  He sped up the tempo.  Harsh
cries started to escape her, her body tensing up against him.  She had never
felt such violent pleasure in her life.  She needed to scream, to tear into
him, anything to keep her from going insane..

   "OH GOD!  GOD!"  He managed to keep her upright as her legs gave
way, concentrating on keeping the pressure of his fingers intense all the
while.  His own body was on fire, as he watched the ecstasy in her eyes,
felt her muscles start to contract involuntarily..  Her scream came with the
thunder, and then again and again as her orgasms tore into her with a force
she had never imagined.

   He held her then, feeling the aftershocks run through her exhausted
body long after she came.  His own body was throbbing unmercifully after
watching her explosive climaxes, every fiber straining to thrust into her
with all the power he had.  He forced the image from his mind.  She was too
worn out to continue..

   Her hand wrapped around his shaft.  He gasped at the contact.  She
leant over him, her eyes dark with a dangerous sexuality.  The storm was
still going strong.  Maybe they WERE connected somehow..

   She caught his wrists and dragged them over his head, holding them
to the ground.  Slowly, she stretched over him, her breasts poised
temptingly over him.   A very familiar smile spread over her lips.

   "Now where was I.."
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