Speaker 1: June mindlessly chewed on the end of her pen as
the rain spluttered against the window. The stormy weather was
perfect for a writer's retreat, especially when combined with the
moody nature of the Middlestone manner. It was a dark
and interesting place, with old art along the walls and
rooms that felt practically haunted. She turned her head to
see Lucas Batten, another retreat guest, enter the den. He
gave her a polite smile and headed for a chair
at the opposite end of the room, away from the windows.
He looked gorgeous, something June had noticed right away. She
was a romance writer and often wrote care is like Lucas, tall,
gray eyes, dark hair that swooped in front of his face.
You can join me, she said, sitting up straighter. I
don't bite. Needless to say, While in the presence of Lucas,
June didn't get much writing done. She wasn't sure what
happened exactly, but after an hour or so of writer talk,
they were sharing a drink in the dining room. There
had been wine left over from dinner, so they finished
off a bottle. It was late, the storm was still
raging outside, with lightning and thunder now being added to
the mix. As June entered Lucas's room, it looked a
lot like her room, with its four poster bed and
antique wooden furniture. This place is amazing, she said, running
her fingers across the dresser. When she turned around, she
let out a small gasp as she discovered that Lucas
was standing only inches from her. She could hear his
breathing as she looked into his unusually gray eyes. She'd
forgotten that people in real life could actually have gray eyes,
that they weren't just reserved for story characters. Their kiss
was slow, with Lucas coming in at an angle while
holding June's gaze. She felt her lips twitch. Nervousness flowed
through her, but it somehow dissipated the second their mouths touched.
It seemed so unreal that lightning should flash across the
sky at the exact moment they kissed. It was as
though June was living out of one of her romance books.
This one would be called dark and Stormy, she thought.
Should we get into bed, June nodded, loving the gravelly,
deep sound of Lucas's voice. Had it always sounded like
that or was it different? Now that they were at
the precipice of sex. They stood beside the bed, Lucas's
hands holding her waist. He tucked his fingers into the
waistband of her long skirt and pushed it down. Then
he stroked her pussy through the fabric of her underwear,
making June's breath hitch in her throat. Lucas, I I
want this, but it's been a while, he chuckled. Well,
that's okay. If you want to stop, we can no.
June cried a bit too. I'm just so I'm so sensitive.
It felt all too good his fingers teasing her clit
through her pannies, but it felt even better when he
was teasing her clit with his cock. Once they were
naked and in bed together, she lifted her head and
watched as he dragged his cock over her pussy, slowly
and teasingly. She was soaked and shaking, bursting at the
seams with need. It was all June could do to
lay there and be patient, to not just wrap her
legs around Lucas's back and pull his cock in side
of her. He bent over her, dipped his head and
gave her a sweet kiss. Then he whispered, tell me
you want it? You know I do? I want to
hear the words. June swallowed hard. Was this man for real?
She had never had someone speak to her like this,
and it made her ache. I want it, she said Finally. Lucas,
bracing himself on either side of June's body, sank his
cock into her pussy with one slow, deep stroke. She
watched his mouth stretch wide open, an expression she was
sure matched her own. She dragged her fingers up and
down his tattooed arms, her head rolling side to side
with pleasure. As she fucked her, Lucas began to rub
her clit. He sucked his thumb into his mouth and
pushed his wet finger against her sensitive little bud, matching
the rhythm of his cock. The combination was incredible, making
it feel as though June had her own lightning storm
going off inside of her. The manner seemed to shake,
and rain was still coming down against the windows at
a slant. The room was dimly lit. June couldn't have
imagined a more perfect setting if she had tried, and
when she came, it felt like a transcendental experience. It
felt like her body could have lifted entirely off the bed,
levitating in the air if Lucas wasn't there to keep
her down. He collapsed on top of her, holding her
head in his arms, while June wrapped her legs around
his back. Her body was still reeling with shaky aftershocks
of her climax, waves of pleasure that just wouldn't stop coming.
Lucas's breathing was shallow in her ear. She could have
listened to that forever. She made a mental note to
pinch herself later, because there was no way this was happening,
but it was. Lucas was fucking her pussy with deep
pumps of his cock, his groans growing even louder. Finally,
he gritted out, I'm gonna come, June in her ear,
and she moaned her approval with a whispered yes. He
slammed into her one last time and stayed just like that,
buried in her wet channel while his cock twitched and
flooded her with his release. Their bodies remained connected, hot
in he until Lucas finally pulled out. June felt the
trickle of cum seep out from her pussy. She wanted more,
and Lucas seemed to sense it, because he rolled on
to his side and began to rub her clit again.
The look on his face told her that he loved
making her come just as much as she loved experiencing it.
She wrote The Waves of a second orgasm, this one
just as intense as the first. Her body convulsed and
writhed at the feeling of it, all the pleasure that
seemed to wring every bit of energy from her. When
it was finally over, another bolt of lightning flashed outside,
illuminating their naked bodies. They didn't talk for a long time,
just lay there, wrapped up in each other's arms. The
smell of sex and the faint scent of a vanilla
candle filled the air. Are you going to write about this,
Lucas asked with a laugh. June grinned, I mean it
was definitely worthy of being written about. They drank glasses
of water and watched the storm outside the window. June
was just about to go back to her room when
Lucas pulled her back by her waist. He began to
kiss the side of her neck, and June melted into him.
There were no activities scheduled for the early morning. She
could stay with him for just a little longer. Between
the storm outside, the rainy gray of Lucas's eyes, and
the earthquake level orgasm he gave her in bed, How
could she possibly go back to her room? A story
was unfolding for her in real life, and she was
going to love it.
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