Thunder

By Rod Ramsey

© 2003, all rights reserved.

I didn't remember the dream other than sensations of warmth and love. Laying there listening to the sounds of a rare late August storm, I tried to recall the dream.

"Are you awake?" I heard quietly.

"Yeah. Did the storm wake you up too, Sweetie?" I replied.

"No. Your poking me with that weapon woke me," Emily replied, rubbing her hand along my stiff cock.

"I was using it to fend off monsters."

Emmi giggled, "Umm, I think there may be a monster hiding in a secret cave. Maybe you can take your weapon and search it for me."

I slid closer, my lips seeking hers out. Our tongues entwined and in unison we both moaned. Emmi pushed me onto my back, taking charge by pulling my pajama bottoms down. A warm hand gripping my cock as she straddled me. In turn I gripped her waist, guiding her as she slid down my body. My cock sliding into her soft wetness. She settled on me completely, rocking slowly as she flexed her thighs to milk my cock. My hands traced their way up to her firm breasts. Two children and some years later, her body is still that of the teenage girl I fell in love with the summer of my sixteenth year. Together we moved, a dance practiced many times during our life together. All too soon I approached my climax. Emmi's orgasm followed quickly, her cry competing with the thunder that still raged outside our window. Our hips slamming together as I pumped my seed into her.

We laid there resting together, our bodies cooling and breathing returning to normal. A soft knock at the door followed by the creaking hinges pulled us apart.

"Momma? Papa? Are you awake? The thunder scares me," Jasmine whispered from the doorway.

--Fin--