Nick carefully climbs in under the covers and reaches out for you.
“Ah baby, I’m so sorry. I headed home as soon as I heard the weather report.”
His strong arms pull you in close to his chest just as the lightening invades the room again. His hands caress your back. Thunder shakes the room and you draw closer into his protection.
“Sssshhh, you’re safe, I’m here.” Placing his hands on either side of your face he gently pulls you away from him and wipes your tears with his thumbs.
“Nothing will hurt you tonight baby girl.” Nick whispers as he plants soft kisses on your forehead and down to your nose. His large hands gently loosen the death grip you hold on the large SHAMU whale he won for you last year at Sea World.
Another soft whimper is heard as he gains possession of the stuffed animal.
“Hold me baby, I’m here for you now.”
With that you snuggle into his chest, intertwining your fingers with his and squeezing tightly.
“That it beautiful, close your eyes, listen to the rhythm of my heart, the rhythm of the rain. You are safe in my arms, safe in my love.” Nick whispers.
You release a heavy sigh as you begin to believe his words and your body relaxes.
Nick with one hand begins to stroke your long auburn hair as the lightening actually sparkles through the curls. His other hand softly draws circles on your back. Wanting to see your face, he scoops you up and rolls you over on your back. You open your eyes to look at him, and he smiles. Just then thunder rumbles again and you wince.
His long fingers gently close your eyes the reach for your hand, spreading your fingers over his heart.
“Right here, baby. The rhythm of my heart, the rhythm of the rain.”
Nick now is nibbling on your earlobe continuing the mantra;
“The rhythm of my heart, the rhythm of the rain.”
You are now stroking his chest with your hands, and finally stretching your body out along his.
Massive hands slide down the very oversized BUCCANEERS sweatshirt and the ‘nibbling’ is now trailing down your neck to your cheek, finally reaching your lips. Nick’s kiss is gentle at first, his hands reaching under the sweatshirt to your shivering icy skin. He breaks the kiss just long enough to repeat:
“The rhythm of my heart, the rhythm of the rain.”
You moan and relax again as his hands move to warm your skin. Nick’s tongue traces along your lips asking for access. As you part your lips and his tongue enters, Nick’s hands continue to roam your flesh only to become tangled up in the sweatshirt.
Grabbing the hem of the sweatshirt and releasing the kiss, Nick removes the cumbersome clothing. Looking down over your body lightening strikes again, illuminating your nakedness, causing Nick to growl. Knowing what is coming next you reach your hand to his chest covering his heart and whisper:
“The rhythm of your heart, the rhythm of the rain.”
Now his mouth takes yours again and he can feel the purr you release at the touch of his lips. Your arms wrap around his back, holding on, believing his will protect you.
Once again Nick breaks the kiss and his tongue begins a journey down your collarbone. With his knee, Nick persuades your legs to part slightly as he positions his lower body between them. His tongue reaches between your breasts, he stops and your eyes open wide. He gives you that Chestier Carter Cat grin and his hand reaches up to your eyelids.
“Uh huh,” he says, “eyes closed, listen to the rhythm of the rain baby.” You can feel his warm breath on your breast and pray he will continue the journey. Knowing what he wants to hear you repeat in a sultry tone;
“The rhythm of your heart, the rhythm of the rain.”
Nick’s tongue is now threading moisture on the underside of one breast to the other as you run your fingers through his golden hair. Gliding upwards his tongue reaches your nipple. Soft, yet attentive, the bud begins to harden as the heart from his breath covers your skin like the fog.
You gasp as Nick’s lips softly touch your nipple. Beginning the mantra again:
“The rhythm of your….OOOHH!”
He devours the swollen object of his desire and releases his own vocal approval. One hand reaches out for your other breast, ever so gently circling, teasing, and squeezing. Now both nipples are enduring the sexual torture Nick bestows on them, reach out, begging for more.
“Nick” you, whisper as your body slowly rocks beneath his.
“Rhythm…..heart….rain…..rhythm….love” hoarsely you mumble incoherently.
Gently releasing your breasts from his hold, Nick looks up at your face. Contentment is written there, eyes relaxed, yet closed and the flush of passion on your cheeks matches the flush on your breasts. Your arms wrapped around his body, squeezing, wanting him closer, needing him to be a part of you.
The feel of his tongue tracing your lips asking again for response. As your mouth reaches to meet his, your entire body arches towards him begging for entrance.
Lightening tears through the room again. For a split second Nick again sees the pleasure in your face. In the blink of an eye that pleasure is replaced with terror, your squeeze your eyes tight and your body tenses. Thunder heard again you whimper and a tear falls from your eye as you turn away from him.
“Oh baby girl’ Nick coos as he gently turns your face back to him and kisses the tear away. His lips reach back to yours and you accept. Your mouth slowly opens and your tongue begins to trace his lips.
A heavy sigh escapes you and you pull your knees up to draw Nick closer. Tilting your pelvis upward you reach down for his ass, forcing his penis right to your opening, moistening the tip, causing Nick to gasp and his body to shudder.
“Nick, please” you beg.
Unable to resist, Nick raises his upper body off of yours and quickly, but gently, he enters you. Nick is always amazed that you can actually take him in and by the heat surrounding him. He is still for a moment, holding his breath, giving you a chance to relax around him. As the muscles in your vagina begin to release their hold on Nick, he lets out the breath he’d been holding, expanding even more inside you.
“Oh baby,” he sighs and drops his head to your breast. “My beautiful girl, so tight, so warm…..” His words trail off as his lips begin to gently caress your nipple again. You release another sigh of your own, tighten yourself around his member again and claw at the skin on his back.
Nick moans again as your body begins to rock beneath him. Gently, at first, he thrusts in and out of you, matching your pace. Your back arches off the bed, desperately trying to take in more of him. His lips can no longer hold onto your nipple, he throws his head back in ecstasy.
Lightening crashes through the room again, illuminating your sweat covered bodies. At the sight of moisture on your breasts, Nick can hold back no longer. His body stops all movement but he can feel the pressure climbing from deep within him. On last breath, one last thrust, and Nick’s release is found. Crying out your name as he pours out his love for you, Nick senses your release is close.
He reaches down to kiss your lips, your moan lost in the rolling thunder as he devours your mouth. Your body is arching higher and higher. Suddenly you tense; your arms tighten around Nick and wave after wave of the orgasm flood through your body.
Finally the tremors quiet and your body is limp beneath Nick’s. He is breathing again and regained some strength. He wraps his arms around you and without breaking contact; he rolls over on his back, taking you with him. You lay on top of him with your ear over his heart. Nick gently caresses your back and kisses the top of your head. You drift off to sleep as the rain continues to fall outside, singing you its lullaby:
The Rhythm of His Heart, The Rhythm of The Rain.
Fierce lightening explodes through the windows revealing the dogs curled up behind a covered lump in the middle of his bed. Nick gently pulls back the comforter just as angry thunder roars through the room. He notices “the lump” begins to tremble and his ears pick up on the childlike whimpers. His heart is breaking as he sees your fragile form tightly nestled in the fetal position.
