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all the while the urge to wrap the white strands up in my hand and fist them made my heart thud painfully and a rush of noise to invade my ears.
    She smelled of sunshine and some exotic, expensive shampoo. She tasted of sweat and body wash and Lena; the sudden burst of familiar flavours on my tongue making me realise I was kissing her back, lips to skin.
    I was losing.
    She arched encouragingly, hands fisted in my t-shirt, neck bared for my taking, breasts pressed firmly against my chest. Heartbeats beating too swiftly but in tandem.
    I was lost.
    I rested a flat palm over the top of her breast just to feel it. To reassure myself that I was not the only one in this relationship who surrendered all sense of here and now when wrapped up in the other.
    Lost.
    Lost to the woman before me. Craving her touch. Her body. Her.
    My body won.
    I moved us down onto the cushions, realising belatedly why Lena had chosen such behemoths; they made a fucking brilliant bed. Rain started to pitter-patter against the rooftop, but our little haven was sheltered by the deck cover above. Another Lena directive which I thought now was ingenious.
    She moaned when my hand found her skin, her back curving, her stomach quivering as fingers swept across flesh. I wasn’t sure where to taste next. The options were limitless. Lena had always been such a fucking fantastic feast to the senses.
    Her t-shirt came off over her head. My hands shook as they followed the contour of her breasts. A lacy bra held the rounded orbs up for my inspection. Pretty, but they had to go. They too got added to the small pile of clothing off to the side. A brief flick of my eyes let me know they were getting soaked. The storm had arrived and the rain was coming down in heavy sheets.
    But we were cocooned in paradise.
    My eyes moved back to Lena in the next heartbeat. Sweat glistened on her skin. I couldn’t resist running my palm over it, up between her breasts until my hand wrapped carefully around her throat. My eyes met hers. Lightning flashed in the night sky, making her pupils spark a little unnaturally. Fuck, she was beautiful. Like an ethereal being. If I didn’t hold on tight enough she might just disappear.
    I shook my head, leaned forward and let my lips brush against hers. Lena moaned. It sounded like heaven. Her fingers ran up my back, under my shirt, leaving a hot trail of need in their wake. One long leg wrapped around my hip, forcing my body to fall into exactly the right spot to make me shudder.
    “Trent,” she murmured as thunder shook the rooftop.
    I’ve got you, baby.
    Our hair stuck to our skin, despite staying dry under the sunshade. Heavy air coated us in a welcoming heat. My shirt - thank fuck! - came off. Then Lena’s pants and underwear. A naked goddess lay beneath me, illuminated by the heavens.
    “Fuck,” I breathed, my fingers fumbling with my belt buckle.
    Sure, soft hands took over the task, a mischievous look accompanying them.
    I sprang free, revelling in the sensation. Only to swallow a groan and a gasp as soon as Lena’s delicate hand wrapped around my straining length. I wasn’t going to last long unless I slowed this down pretty quickly.
    “Don’t you dare!” Lena warned, knowing me all too well. She rolled me on to my back and immediately followed with her hot lips and mouth and tongue.
    Oh, sweet fucking hell.
    “Lena,” I pleaded, as she took me deeper down her throat.
    Oh, God. Too close.
    Too good to stop.
    Oh, God.
    She made a humming sound right when lightning struck, followed a few heart palpitating seconds later by another round of thunder. My body thrummed as though electrified. My eyes struggled to focus. The world exploded around us. Rain lashing against the rooftop, splashing up from the small puddles forming, and coating us with warm, wet, fat drops. They glided down Lena’s curved back. They slid over her rounded arse.
    And I was done.
    I pulled her up off my very happy - until that second - cock, spread her legs