This Rain Makes Me Want To Fall Asleep in His Arms
🌧️ This Rain Makes Me Want to Fall Asleep in His Arms
The rain makes me want to fall asleep in his arms. Not because I'm tired, but because I feel safe—wrapped in the rhythm of our bodies, the hush of the world outside, and the slow burn of our desire.
It's a Dirty Dancing afternoon. You know the scene—Jennifer Grey and Patrick Swayze, tangled in each other, the rain falling like a curtain around them. Except I'm Shannon, and my lover is R.
We kiss lazily in his cloud-like king-size bed, Sade humming in the background like velvet. There's no time here. No rush. Just the soft press of his lips, the weight of his body, and the way his cock nudges my inner thigh—gentle, insistent, alive.
His muscles are firm under my hands, and I explore him slowly, deliberately. His back, his ass, the curve of his need. We don't speak. We listen—with our mouths, our hands, our breath.
This is foreplay; I call it listening to your senses. It's quiet, but not silent. We speak in glances, in the way our bodies lean into each other, in the rhythm of our kisses that deepen with every breath.
There's no script. No choreography. Just instinct.
Our wants, our needs, our desires—they're met without words.
And when the rain grows louder, it only makes me want to stay here longer. To fall asleep in his arms after sensuous foreplay and luxurious, satisfying Sex.
Because this—this is where I feel most alive.
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