OUT OF THE RAIN
by
Margaret Marr

Rain slashed against the windows, and lightening streaked across the sky. The power flickered, but stayed on. Emily Barton heaved a huge sigh of relief. Tonight was not the night for the power to go off. She’d broken up with her boyfriend, and she did not relish the idea of sitting alone in the dark drowning in her sorrows. Especially when she found comfort in a romance novel. At least there, she thought, she could find a happily-ever-after even if it wasn’t her own. Sometimes she wished she could live in the character’s lives and never return to reality.

Thunder grumbled overhead. Emily found her mind wandering from the page she was reading. Would he show up tonight? He came to her every time a relationship ended. Don’t be silly, she berated herself. How would he know that yet another guy had dumped her? He had before, her subconscious reminded her.

The power flickered again; once, twice, then went out. Emily was pitched into semi-darkness. She sighed and put the novel down. She felt her way toward the kitchen to hunt down a candle or two to light. Her foot caught the edge of the cat bowl, flipping it over. Friskies brand cat food flew across the kitchen floor. “Dang,” Emily muttered. She stooped down, righted the bowl, then swept the tiny bits of cat food into a pile with her fingers. Once they were back in the bowl, she rose to her feet, and continued her hunt for a candle.

She glanced out the kitchen window toward the house next door. It was a small cabin used by the mysterious man who came to her each time she needed someone to hold and love her if only for a little while; the man Emily had spent the better part of the afternoon waiting in breathless anticipation for. He was a tall, solid built, beard stubble, motorcycle riding cowboy. The Marlboro and Stetson man rolled into one. His sensual mouth made her long to taste his kisses. His muscular biceps made her long to be wrapped in his arms. One look at his hard as steel body made her long to feel his power as he moved against her. She got all of that and more from him, but she only knew him as Harley. She never knew where he came from or where he went, but he always showed up next door when it was “adios amigo” with one of the men in her life.

After the second time, Emily tried to find out who he was, but nobody in town could tell her anything. Nobody in town, but her, had seen him either. There was no record of his birth, no address where he could be found. Nothing. It was almost as if he didn’t exist. But he did. At least he did to Emily.

Emily sighed again, and turned her attention from the window to the drawer she’d absently opened. Harley was not there yet. Would he be? Surely he would; he hadn’t let her down yet. He would only stay a night though. That’s all he ever stayed. She longed for him to stay more than just a night to, take away the loneliness, and fill an empty space in her life. If only he’d stay forever ...

She located the candle, scrounged around for some matches, then lit it. With one last glance out the kitchen window, she carried the candle to her bedroom, and sat it on her dresser. She stripped off her jeans, leaving nothing but a white button-down shirt that fell to mid-thigh, and a pair of black, lace bikini panties to cover her slim body.

Outside the rain drummed a steady rhythm on the tin roof over her head. She would sleep like a baby tonight; that is if Harley didn’t show up.

Shadows flickered and jumped in the light of the candle, giving the room a warm and cozy look. Emily smiled and started toward the window. Butterflies danced in her stomach, and her breath came out in short little spurts. Harley was near; she could feel him.

Kneeling on the window-seat, she threw the window open. Rain blew in, lightly dusting her skin with tiny droplets of water. She dropped her head back, closed her eyes, and let the rain caress her body. The chill caused her nipples to harden to tiny peaks. Her hand moved to the first button on her shirt, and she popped it open. One by one she undid the buttons until her blouse fell open. Her hands slid across her stomach, then up to her breasts. She cupped one in each hand, and massaged gently. Her lips parted, and a soft sigh of pleasure purred from her throat. She opened her eyes and looked across the yard that separated her from Harley’s cabin.

The light of a cigarette glowed through the misty air. He was there in the dark watching her. He sat leaned back against the wall in an old wooden chair. He let the chair drop down to all fours, and stood up.

Emily’s heart banged against her ribs, a small gasp escaped from between her lips. A year away from him had felt like an eternity. Harley started her way. With each step, Emily’s breathing grew more rapid. She was hungry for his touch. The rain pelted the trees; lightening lit up the sky, and the man coming toward her. All he wore was a pair of jeans unbuttoned at the waist. His tan broad chest and flat stomach glistened in the rain; each drop worshipped his body like Emily’s eyes worshipped every sexy inch of him.

Finally, he stood before her. “My sweet Emily,” he whispered, then captured her lips in a tender, but urgent kiss. He sought entrance to her honeyed mouth, and gained access. His tongue played along her lips; across her teeth and gums. He tasted her with his tongue, tangling them together in a furious dance of lust.

Emily melted against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, aching to get closer to him. Her bare breasts pressed against his wet chest, sending a shock of desire spiraling down to her toes and back up, settling between her thighs. God, how she had missed him.

As they kissed the rain poured in, soaking them both. The heat between their bodies caused steam to rise in the air. Harley gently nudged her backwards so he could crawl in through the window. Once inside, he pulled her close, and continued to kiss her until she thought she’d go insane with desire for him.

His hands roamed over her back, caressed her bottom, then slid back up to tangle in her hair. Moving his mouth from her lips to her neck, he blazed a trail of kisses up to her ear. “I’ve missed you, mon cheri,” he whispered next to her ear. With one swift move, he gathered her in his arms, and carried her to the bed. He lay her down gently, and swept away her shirt, leaving her naked except for her panties. For a moment his eyes traveled over her body, making sweet love to her with just a look.

Emily’s chest rose and fell as she breathed in little jerks. Her tongue flicked out and wet her dry lips. She tangled her fingers in the sheets, and squeezed the material together. Arching her back, she pleaded with her eyes for Harley to take her. She wanted ... needed ... to feel the stroke of his hand on her fevered skin.

Placing one knee between her legs, and supporting himself on his hands, he leaned forward, and captured her lips in another soul-draining kiss. He moved over her lips in expertise, tasting and drinking her dry only to fill her to overflowing again.

Hungrily she devoured his lips, giving as much as she took. He made her feel things she’d never felt with another man. Every part of her ached for him; her body, mind and soul. If she did nothing more than make love to this man while the rain poured down outside her window, she’d be satisfied.

He pulled away, causing her to cry out in protest. He smiled knowingly. His hand went to the front of his jeans, and slowly slid the zipper down. He eased them off, and draped them over the end of the bed.

Emily’s eyes consumed his cock, standing high and hard against his stomach. She couldn’t wait to feel it so deep inside of her. The juices between her legs grew wetter, and the tingle of desire turned to an ache only he could soothe.

Kneeling beside the bed, he placed his hands on her hips, and pulled her toward him. His lips grazed her stomach, and his tongue flicked in and out of her belly button; working his way underneath the lace at the top of her panties. Then he moved lower, leaving a wet trail with his tongue. He gently parted her legs, and placed butterfly kisses on her inner thigh. As he slid her panties over her hips and down her legs, his mouth followed, leaving a scorching fire where he kissed her.

Emily could no longer think. Her mind was centered on what his tongue was doing to her body. He continued to tease her, dancing all around her pubic hair. Little stabs of desire shot up from the center between her thighs, and into her stomach. She wanted his tongue inside of her, and she wanted it there now.

“Please, baby, I want you,” she whispered, her breath harsh and out of control.

With one swift move, his tongue plunged deep inside of her. He flicked it around in circles, pulling it out to lap at her juices. He licked her clitoris, and she sucked her breath in at the sudden pleasure that washed over her.

“Yes! Please! Right there! Oh, god, baby that feels so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Her words came out in little gasps.

His tongue worked her clit like a master works his violin. He knew how to play her. He flicked his tongue back and forth faster and faster, darting in and out of her, licking her, burying his face in her pubic hair to get deeper, closer.

Emily felt her orgasm building, stealing her breath away as it grew stronger. It hit her with the force of a torrential rain. She exploded up off the bed; the sound of her screams drowned out by the rumble of thunder across the sky. Her body shook with spasms as the most incredible pleasure coursed through her body.

Harley worked his way up her body, placing kisses as he went. He paused at her nipples, and laved them with his tongue, sucking each peak between his teeth, and nipping at them lightly. Finally, he reached her mouth, and captured it in another kiss. Emily could taste herself on his lips; a light salty musk flavor. “Ummmm ...” she moaned, and decided she liked the way she tasted on his lips. She lapped up her juices like a cat at a bowl of milk.

Suddenly, Harley plunged deep inside of her without breaking their kiss. His rock-hard cock slid in and out of her silky softness ... slow and easy ... in and out. His breathing increased, and his chest rose and fell rapidly underneath her fingers as she explored his flesh. He moaned, broke the kiss, and buried his face against her neck. His breathing was harsh in her ear, and she could tell he was drawing close to a climax. This knowledge turned her on, made her hotter for him. She wanted to hear her name on his lips as he exploded deep inside of her. She wanted to know how good it felt to him to have her wrapped around his cock.

“Oh, yes, baby.” He thrust in and out of her faster and faster.

“Oh, god, harder, honey ... please ... fast and hard ...!”

He pushed up on his hands, and slammed into her, each thrust going deeper than the one before it. Emily wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him closer, meeting him thrust for thrust. His cock grazed her clit each time he drove it home. The friction caused another orgasm to build inside of her. She could feel it getting stronger, racing through her body like water going down hill headed for a drop off. When it spilled over, Harley climaxed at the same time. Her orgasm clashed with his like Niagara Falls hitting the rocks far below. They both cried out in ecstasy, drowning out the sound of the rain.

Harley collapsed against her, fighting to catch his breath. Emily held him close trying to gain control of her own breathing. She caressed the back of his neck, running her fingers through his soft dark hair. Please let him stay this time. She trembled in his arms. Each time he came to her, it was harder to let him go. She didn’t know if she could do it this time. Tears stung her eyes.

He rolled off of her onto his back, and covered his eyes with his arm. His breathing still wasn’t quite back to normal.

Emily rose up and supported herself on one elbow. She gazed at his perfect male body, loving the look and feel of him. She trailed one finger down his chest to his navel, then followed the same trail with her lips. She left hot kisses on his skin. Darting her tongue in and out of his navel, she felt his stomach rise and fall. He was hungry for her again, and his cock rose to the occasion. Emily smiled against his skin, and licked up the juices of their earlier love-making. She bathed his cock up one side and down the other. It twitched, growing harder as her tongue worked its magic. She licked his balls, sucking each one, causing him to writhe and moan beneath her. Then she took him, slipping him deep into her mouth. A gasp of gratification escaped, working its way up his throat and out of his mouth, sounding like an animalistic growl of pleasure.

Her tongue darted in and out of the hole at the top of his cock, and swirled up and down his shaft. She sucked him long and hard, sliding him back and forth between her lips. Her fingers massaged his balls, and rubbed the sensitive spot at the base of his cock. He bucked underneath her, and she knew she was driving him wild, and she loved every minute of it. Sometimes this was enough to drive her over the edge of ecstasy and beyond.

“God, Emily, what you do to me, baby ...” his words trailed off in a groan of intense pleasure. Suddenly, he sucked air between his teeth, and his whole body tensed. Emily knew he was fighting for control.

She released him from her mouth and climbed on top of him. Guiding him into her once again, she closed her eyes as he filled her to overflowing. She rocked her hips back and forth slow and easy, feeling him so deep that it hurt; a pleasurable kind of pain. His hands squeezed her breasts as her movements became more rapid. Soon she was riding him hard like an unbridled horse. Her breasts bounced in his hands. She threw back her head, and closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure/pain, wanting it to last all night. Another orgasm began like a roller coaster crawling to the top of the tracks. When it hit her, the breath was sapped from her stomach, and she screamed Harley’s name.

A few seconds later Harley exploded inside of her crying out hoarsely.

Emily fought for air. God, she had almost blacked out that time. She crawled off of him, and lay down beside him. He pulled her into the circle of his arms and held her, brushing her sweat damp hair back from her neck. He placed a kiss against the nap of her neck, then drifted off to sleep. Emily lay there in the dark, not able to sleep so easily. How could she endure the morning light without him? After awhile, with the gentle pelting of the rain on the roof top, and the cooling breeze blowing through the window, she too drifted off.

Sometime later she awoke to see Harley headed for the window. She sat up, her heart pounding in her ears. Her tongue flicked out. Should she dare to ask him to stay? She worked her mouth but nothing came out. Tears of frustration stung her eyes.

He pushed the window further open.

“Please ...” she began.

Harley paused, and turned to face her.

Emily took a deep breath. “Please don’t go ... stay with me,” she whispered.

He smiled, his white teeth perfect in the dark. He walked back to her bed and leaned in to place a kiss on her lips.
He climbed back in bed next to her, and pulled her close again. “You had only to ask, my sweet Emily. I live in your heart.”

The next morning Emily stirred, her leg brushed something solid and warm. She sat up quickly. It wasn’t a dream! He was still here with her. With a smile she crawled out of bed and padded over to the window. Early morning sun glistened off the wet trees and grass, giving everything a clean fresh look. The weeping willow tree was especially beautiful. Wait a minute! she thought. Where was the cabin? It was gone. In its place sat the weeping willow.

She gasped and turned toward the bed.

Harley rested against the headboard, watching her, looking sexy as all hell.

“Your cabin ... where is it?” she asked as if she thought he got up in the night and had it hauled off.

“It was never there.” He slid from the bed, and walked toward her. “You invented it ... just like you invented me.” One hand reached out and caressed her cheek.

Emily gasped, and backed way, placing one hand over her mouth. If he was just a figment of her imagination, then he could slip through her fingers with just a thought. Tears gathered in her eyes.

“Oh, no, my sweet Emily. As long as you keep me here ...” He pointed at her heart ... “I will always be with you.” He drew her into the circle of his arms.

She clung to him. All she had to do was make sure he was always in her heart, and that wouldn’t be too hard at all, since she loved him beyond all reason and thought.

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