Jake wrestled the wet shirt up and over my head. He threw it to the deck and it slapped with a heavy, wet thud. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My nails scratched his wet skin as I fought his shirt up. He ripped it off and threw it to the banister.

Jake attacked me with a kiss, his left hand at the back of my bra, his other hand at my lower belly.

“Jake,” I whispered in between rain laced kisses, “what about the monitor?”

He grinned. “Fucking waterproof. That thing could swim twenty feet deep and still work.”

I did nothing but sigh.

He kissed me again and broke it quickly, trading my lips for my neck. Kissing down to my chest as his fingers unclasped my bra.

I had never been naked on the deck before. I had never been naked outside before either. Not with these intentions and what was going to happen.

The second I was topless, I felt the cold stinging pelts of the raindrops, all seeming to hit my sensitive nipples at the same time. I was saved as Jake kissed down, taking my left breast into his mouth. I thrust my chest at him as I groaned, clawing at his back.

He pressed harder against me, making me step back, pulling me close again. His hands opened my jeans and with a hand on each hip, he fought and won with ease, sliding my pants and panties down to my knees. From there I had to hurry and stomp my way out of the wet clothing.

Completely naked on the deck… ohmygod…

His hands moved around and grabbed my ass, lifting me up, my legs going around his body. I was cold, shivering, the rain hitting me, the heat burning between us. Every sense of my body activated and I didn’t know what to focus on first.

Jake walked me to the chairs and grabbed for a cushion. They were tied to the chair but his one pull ripped the cushion. He pulled so hard, he broke one of the ties.

He threw the cushion to the deck and fell to his knees, me in his arms.

I let out a cry and didn’t know what he had planned for me.

I was on my elbows, my body so exposed to him as he was on his knees before me. He kissed me, his right hand touching my inner thigh and slowly climbing up. The moment his fingers touched my wet silk, I thrust and groaned.

Fuck, I wanted him so bad.

His two fingers played and pressed, entering me. I opened my mouth to gasp and Jake filled my mouth with another kiss. My nails scratched against the wood of the deck, reminding me - along with the rain - that I was outside. In the open.

Jake broke away and kissed down. I watched him kiss me. I felt him kiss me. And the moment he moved past my breasts, I knew what he was going to do.

I bit my lip as I quivered between my legs. His touch was beautiful, gently thrusting in and out of me. But it was his lips, his tongue, those kisses trailing down, that’s what made my toes curl.

When he got below my belly button, he slid his fingers out of me and moved his hand to my hip. His other hand grabbed my other hip and he kissed down my softness until he reached my sex.

The second his tongue flickered against me, I let out a groan.

“Jake!” I cried as his tongue repeated the soft and sweet motion.

All the way down, all the way back up.

The tip of his tongue hooked under my clit and flicked. He closed his mouth over me, taking me, tasting what he had done to me. I wasn’t wet because of the damn rain.

I put my head back and felt the rain hitting my face.

I couldn’t imagine anything fucking hotter than this moment.

My heels were planted firmly to the deck as I rocked my hips, grinding against his tongue. He was everywhere I needed him to be and everything I needed him to be.

I looked down as he pulled away for a second, only to go right back at me.

“Oh, shit,” I groaned.

I felt my lower half flex as I realized I was starting to climax already.

That tongue… whatever he’s writing to me… it’s fucking beautiful…

“I’m… Jake… yes…”

I spoke one word sentences.

Jake’s hands slid up my body. His right hand eased over my left breast while his left hand just held my side. He pulled at me, wanting me to thrust at him. So I did until my body was no longer able to.

I crunched forward tight, my chin trying to touch my chest. My hands flat to the deck. I tried to yell but it was a whispering kind of cry. Everything exploded from my inner core, all because of Jake. All for Jake.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe for hours, but it was just seconds.

When I was able to breathe, I gasped for air and thrust again, the same thing happening.

Jake stayed right there, kissing, tasting, not letting up for a second as I came harder than I could ever remember in my life.

I was thankful for that cushion he put under me because when I collapsed, I collapsed hard. I turned into melted butter and that was it.

Jake kissed up to my belly button and paused. I couldn’t even look down at him. So he kept kissing. And he didn’t stop again until he was at my ear.

Then he said something wildly sensual and maybe romantic.

“You taste so fucking good, Em. I want to taste you for the rest of my fucking life.”

I grabbed for him, feeling his wet, slippery skin.

I felt the swell of his cock pressing against his jeans, against my body.

He pulled away and started to stand.

I let him go… for the moment.

Then I moved fast, wanting my turn to taste him.

* * *

I grabbed the top of his jeans and pulled. There was no getting his jeans off. Just down. Down enough so that I could see the thick root of his cock and pull him free. Which I did. I groaned when I saw him, touched him, my fingers moving up and down his beautiful thickness.

My hand moved back down to his root and I gripped as tight as I could.

I came forward with my mouth, a thirst raging through my body as though I hadn’t had anything to drink in weeks.

The moment I took him into my mouth, a hand touched my shoulder. Another hand touched my other shoulder.

He groaned and pulled at me, wanting more.

So I gave him more.

I gave him all I could give.

And he still had so much more to give to me.

I groaned as I pulled back.

I moved away from him for a second, just to catch my breath.

Then I went for him again.

This time my hand eased up the bottom of his shaft. My hand met my lips and I pulled my mouth back again. I worked myself into a rhythm and pace where my hand and mouth were taking care of him. His fingers held my shoulders tight, pulling and pushing as he wanted me to do so.

I was his.

All of his.

The rain getting even heavier now.

It was damn near pouring and I was on my knees before Jake, showing him how sexy he was. Groaning each time I tasted him. Moving faster, harder, my tongue flirting with his cock, my lips memorizing every inch of steel they could reach.

“Fuck,” Jake grunted. “Fuck, Em… right there…”

I was near his full tip. I stayed right there. My lips and tongue teasing and taking care of him. My hands handling the rest of his thickness.

He started to thrust at me, his body reacting the way it should have.

He was getting ready and I could feel it happening.

Between my legs was aching with warm need again. I was ready for more of him.

But I couldn’t stop yet.

I wanted him to finish…

Jake slid a hand to the back of my head. He made a fist around my hair. It was so fucking sexy… so hot… so dominating…

I groaned as my body shivered from the rain.

Jake hissed and I felt him throbbing.

Then…

Holy shit, yes.

He thrust forward and held. I paused as I felt him climax. I stayed with him the way he stayed with me, taking everything. My hand kept moving, insuring there would be nothing wasted between us.

I only stopped because he told me to. Not with words, but by tugging at my hair, pulling me away from him.

I looked up at him.

He reached for me, wanting me to stand.

We stood there, the rain pouring. We didn’t speak.

Jake took a step back and lifted his jeans. He collected our clothes. His shirt. My shirt. My bra, panties, and pants. He threw them all over his left shoulder.

“Jake… what are you…”

He grabbed the monitor next and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then he came for me. Literally.

He grabbed and swept me off my feet.

I yelled as he cradled my nude body. Holding me in the rain.

We stared at each other for a few seconds.

Then he turned and started to walk… going off the deck.

Walking me across the yard.

Toward his house.

I leaned in and kissed his strong chest.

He kissed my head.

I was wet, cold, shivering, yet warm at the same time.

The man I loved, carrying me away.

A man who carried so much guilt, so much weight that was invisible, and he carried a broken heart that he needed to keep together for the sake of his life.

I touched his chest with my hand, wanting to feel his heart.

That’s when he opened the door to his house.

When he looked down at me, I knew the night was not over.