Ridin' the Storm Out

She smiled softly closing her eyes as a single tear ran down over her cheek; softly nodding yes. I eased my tired naked body back up into the center of the queen size bed and held out my hand to her.

"Come to bed Sexy" I whispered softly to her.

Those were the last words we spoke until I kissed her good morning. Anything else that needed to be said that night was translated into the rotation or thrust of our hips, the suckling of her breasts, and the caress of our hands or through the magic of a tender wet kiss.

Becca wiped her tears and stood silently upright, dragging her trembling fingers slowly down over the light switch on the wall, turning the room dark. The flickering flames from the fireplace in the other room filtering through the open door lit her sexy silhouette from behind as she climbed onto the bed beside me. I took her in my arms and held her tight with a gentleness I had not shown her all night. I felt her purr softly against me in response.

Trembling from the cold or from the uncertainty of making love to me without a net, she sat up and pulled the covers up from the foot of the bed as the rock ballad "Bed of Roses" by Bon Jovi began to play in the other room. She hoisted her right leg softly over me and straddled my waist, pulling the covers up over her shoulders, lowering her warm naked body against me. She pushed her soft chest firmly to my face as she slid her smooth silky sex slowly back over me.

Moaning softly, I cupped her breasts; then kissed and sucked at her growing nipples. She halted the downward slide of her hips and shuddered in my arms, arching her back and tossing her hair back. Her lips quickly parted and she drew a deep breath as my hands released her breasts and slid flat fingered up under her arms and down over her back coming back together with my thumbs and index fingers touching at the small of her back.

She pushed back against my stiffening cock and rotated her hips against the head as I gently ran my hands back up over her naked body, my fingertips trailing gently along both sides of her spine. Becca shivered and moaned as the index finger of my left hand circled the nape of her neck and my right hand pushed gently against the back of her head pressing her lips to mine. I circled her quivering lips with my hot wet tongue, and then kissed her deeply.

There was an obvious urgency in her eyes and a growing hunger on her sweet breath. She put her hands on the pillow next to my head and straightened her arms to lift her upper body. The covers slid slowly down over the slope of her back as she eased her warm wet sex back against me. Her hand slid slowly down over her ass cheeks and her fingers gently lifted my smooth and once again hard cock, pressing its swollen pink head softly to her meaty wet lips.

Gasping uncontrollably; I softly arched my back as Becca looked deep into my eyes, bit her lower lip and pushed her steamy pink slit back over me. I glided quickly and deeply inside her; the palm of her hand pushed downward over my thick bowed shaft until I felt her fingers cup my balls. She bounced softly against me twice as if she were staking a claim, then dropped down onto her elbows above me and kissed my nipples as she began slowly moving up and back.

We made passionate love without end as the music played on; "Rainy Night in Georgia"; by Rod Stewart was the last song on the playlist, and it ended long before the lovemaking stopped. The soft delicate sound of two naked bodies moving in harmony beneath tightly woven cotton sheets, the unmistakable sounds of warm wet lips kissing and the moaning and grunting of two hot lovers desperately seeking the summit together began to echo noticeably around the room.

I made loved to Becca many different ways that night, trying to push all the right buttons and touch all the right spots. We made love with her on top and with her on the bottom, both on her back and with her lying on her tummy. We made love in many variations of the missionary position, including the standard missionary position that Becca enjoyed so much because of the obvious intimacy it provided.

Becca even rolled onto her left side once. I pushed her right leg up bending it at the knee, straddled her left thigh and entered her that way. She responded very well to the acute angle of penetration and the amount of friction that position provided. She also seemed to really enjoy the feel of my full warm balls rubbing against her upper thigh as I moved my hard tender cock slowly in and out of her tight wet pussy.

My favorite of all the positions that we explored that night was the one where Becca was lying flat on her tummy with her legs spread wide and her toes draped over the sides of the mattress. I eased my hands beneath her chest, pressed my forearms to her sides and cupped her breasts letting her hard nipples sift between my slightly parted fingers as I entered her. This position left Becca sucking for air and a large wet spot beneath her on the sheets.

Another one that I really enjoyed was with Becca lying on her back, me holding her legs high in the air and her ankles together. I knelt below her, spreading my thighs wide and easing my smooth hard cock gently into her, sinking deep into her sizzling wet sex like a knife through hot butter. I even draped her ankles over my shoulders, slid my hands down over her shapely legs to the front side of her upper thighs and held her close as we moved.

That position also allowed me watch attentively as Becca's large hard nippled tits floated softly up and back with the rhythm of my gentle thrusts; I was carefully pacing myself by then. Becca came twice in my arms before I laid back onto the bed and pulled her on top of me again. It was time for us to make one last run toward the summit. Becca laid her head gently on my chest and pushed herself back onto my cock once more, pressing her cheek against my chest.

Her lips quivered and her eyes closed as my thick hard cock stretched the tight silky walls of her pussy once more. She shuddered as its throbbing head pushed against her tender cervix and my aching balls pressed firmly against the warm moist cheeks of her ass. Becca sat upright quickly, sank her long sharp fingernails into my pecs and began slowly rotating her hips. The motion of her hips worked the head of my cock firmly over and around the mouth of her cervix.

I moaned, writhing with pleasure as I placed my hands on her waist and began a long deep steady thrusting rhythm with my hips, I knew it wouldn't be long now. Becca pressed her left hand flat against my chest and pushed her right hand up over her forehead and through her tangled hair, stopping her hand at the back of her head. She curled her fingers tightly and began tossing her right elbow back in perfect time with the forward motion of her bouncing hips.

She rode me like a champion bull rider. There was no buzzer after eight seconds to prompt her dismount, Becca was going ride this mount until it stopped bucking completely. She was changing up her rhythm and the force of her thrusts, staring silently at me. She was searching for a signal from me to let her know that I too had reached that hallowed threshold. I moaned loudly and slid my hands quickly down onto her ass. I squeezed her buttocks and lifted them.

It was indeed the sign she was looking for. She bit her lower lip and pressed down hard against my cock rocking her hips harder and faster than she had at any time during her very focused ride. I tightened my groin and fought off the initial wave, trying to synchronize my arrival with hers. Three quick yelps and a long gut wrenching moan let me know she was there. I gave her three or four deep rapid thrusts with my hips and then exploded one final time inside her.

Becca collapsed on top of me, her chest was heaving and her heart was pounding wildly against me. She stuck out her lower lip and playfully blew her dangling hair from the front of her clearly flushed face. We embraced silently as we cooled down, only laughing out loud as we both realized that our well timed simultaneous orgasm was the completion of our first sexual trifecta. I held Becca tightly, my hand caressing her cheek as she quickly drifted of to sleep.

If our lovemaking session on this special night had been a baseball game, we would have just hit for the cycle. It was a long game winning touchdown pass with no time left on the clock. It was taking the checkered flag at Indianapolis or winning the Kentucky Derby by 15 lengths; it was all of those special moments and more to me because I shared it with Becca. I had cum in Becca's mouth and I had cum in her ass; but most important of all, I had cum in her arms.

My eyes were heavy as I looked over toward the empty doorway; the once dancing flames and crackling wood in the fireplace had been reduced to glowing embers and the entire chalet had gone dark. I sighed softly and soon drifted off to sleep behind Becca wondering what the next morning might hold for us.

THE END