A Walk in the Rain
After three quite successful internationally televised magic specials, Adam has decided to buy a home in England, well, to be honest, an estate. A three story house on several acres, its own stables, and lush gardens that border nearby woods with a three foot stone wall. Adam's spent all afternoon touring you through the gorgeous house, meanwhile you spent the same time talking him out of "christening" every room.
Under the bright full moon, Adam persuades you to walk the garden with him. It's so beautiful out here. Your arm is linked through Adam's and your head rests against him. You know he's relaxed and happy because he's in one of his romantically silly moods, singing you an endless parade of Beatles songs.
A breeze lightly plays through your hair and the long gauzy skirt of your dress. He's wearing a long-sleeve, blue, denim button down shirt and blue jeans. You used to call it his "convict" outfit until he began to make suggestions as to what he should be arrested for. Now you just admire the way it fits him and keep your comments to yourself. A clap of thunder shatters the peace. You practically hop into Adam's arms. You're no chicken, but storms, yeesh. Adam puts comforting arms around you as you hug against his chest.
"It's all right Love."
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm being silly."
"Shhh, you're not silly. We should probably get inside." The thunder claps again and this time a downpour accompanies it. You head for the house but Adam takes your hand and begins to run you the opposite way. "Trust me," he shouts back, "this is closer."
You round a tall hedgerow and see a white, wood lattice gazebo. Adam leads you to it as the rain falls harder. You both bound up its three steps and stop to catch your breath.
Your wet hair dangles limply. Your dress clings to you like a second skin. Adam's hair begins to curl a bit, water beaded on his face, denim soaked dark and hugging him tighter than ever. Why does he always look so damn good wet?
Adam reaches a hand to your face and slowly wipes the moisture away. You catch his hand and keep it pressed against your cheek. He moves in closer and kisses you. The heat from his body begins to warm you back up as he presses to you, his hips rubbing against yours. Does he know what that does to you? You feel him smile against your lips as though he read that thought. Oh yeah, he knows. You make shortwork of his buttons and run your hands down his damp, hair-sprinkled chest.
His talented hands unfasten the front of your dress with skilled speed. He unhooks your front-clasping bra and his hands are on you, kneading, rubbing. You moan softly against his mouth. Adam chews playfully on your lower lip. Normally, you are the patient one, not tonight. Your hands move to his fly. You undo him and slip your hand inside to find him waiting for your touch. He begins to walk you back towards the chaise lounge, working your skirt up to your waist as he goes.
Adam eases you down, laying you back. He pulls away briefly to slide your panties down your legs and off your body. He returns to you, covering your body with his. He is hard and ready. He nudges at you. You pull your mouth from his and look into his eyes. He is panting and you muster all your restraint to give him the impression you will deny him. Adam pouts, causing you to smile involuntarily. You part your legs in answer and he enters you, agonizingly slow, turnabout and all. He builds you gradually, his lips assaulting yours once more. You slip your hands down the back of his jeans. He purrs against your ear in response to your massaging. You encourage his acceleration and reach your climax together.
As you come down, you tremble beneath him. He slips to your side, gathers you against him and covers you both with his discarded shirt. He kisses your forehead as you pillow yourself against his chest and drift to sleep.
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