Stormy Sparks

"Oh fuck, this storm is really coming down hard."

I stood in the doorway of the cabin, wiping rain from my face as I knocked the mud off my boots. She was even more stunning up close than when I'd seen her arrive yesterday. Voluptuous curves wrapped in a soft cream sweater that hugged those heavy breasts, dark hair loose around her shoulders, and those full lips curved in a grateful smile.

"Thank God you're here, Jake. The fireplace is acting up again and with this wind I don't want to burn the place down."

"No problem, Ms. Lang. Call me Jake. I'll have it roaring in ten minutes."

She laughed, low and throaty. "Please, it's Elena. Ms. Lang makes me feel ancient. I'm only forty-five, not dead."

I grinned, setting my toolbox down. "Elena it is. Pour yourself more wine. I won't be long."

The fire was easy to fix. Just a loose damper and some wet wood. While I worked she kept talking, that rich voice wrapping around me like the storm outside.

"You know, I write romance for a living. Steamy stuff. But nothing beats real lightning in the air."

I glanced back. She was curled on the couch, legs tucked under her, watching me with dark, hungry eyes. The wine glass dangled from her fingers.

"Real lightning, huh? That what this storm feels like to you?"

"Something like that." She took a slow sip. "Hand me that poker, will you? And come sit. You've earned a glass."

I wiped my hands, accepted the wine, and settled beside her. Thunder cracked overhead. The lights flickered.

"Shit, power might go," I muttered.

"Good. Makes it more... atmospheric." Elena shifted closer. Her knee brushed my thigh. "Tell me, Jake. Does a charming thirty-year-old handyman like you ever get lonely up here fixing things for lonely romance writers?"

I chuckled, heat rising fast. "Sometimes. But not tonight, it seems."

Her hand landed on my arm, fingers tracing lightly. "I've been watching you all day. Those strong hands. The way your shirt pulls across your back when you work. Got me thinking about my next chapter."

"Yeah?" My voice dropped. "What happens in that chapter?"

Elena leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "The handyman fixes more than the fire. He bends the author over the couch... slides that thick cock deep into her wet pussy while the storm rages outside."

Fuck. My dick jumped instantly.

"You serious, Elena?"

"Dead serious." She set her glass down, eyes locked on mine. "I've been soaked since you walked in. Touch me."

My hand slid under her sweater, finding warm, heavy breast, nipple already hard against my palm. She moaned softly.

"Mmm, yes... squeeze it harder. God, your hands feel amazing."

I pulled her closer, kissing her deep. She tasted like red wine and pure want. Her tongue danced with mine, hungry.

"Take this off," I growled, tugging at her sweater.

She laughed breathlessly and yanked it over her head. Those massive tits spilled free, full and soft with dark, stiff nipples begging for my mouth.

"Suck them, Jake. I've been dying for your tongue."

I latched on, sucking one hard peak while rolling the other between my fingers. Elena arched, fingers tangling in my hair.

"Oh fuck... just like that. Bite it a little... yes!"

Thunder boomed again. I switched to the other nipple, sucking noisily while my free hand slid up her thigh, under her skirt. No panties. Just hot, slick pussy lips already dripping.

"Jesus, you're soaked."

"All for you. Finger me. Feel how bad I need that cock."

Two fingers sank into her tight heat easily. She was velvet and fire, clenching around me as I pumped slowly. Her juices coated my hand.

"Like that?" I murmured against her breast.

"Faster... curl them... right there, oh shit, right on my spot!"

Her hips rocked against my hand. I added my thumb on her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles. Elena's moans grew louder, filthy.

"Don't stop... I'm gonna cum already... fuck, Jake, you're gonna make me squirt if you keep that up!"

I didn't stop. Her pussy fluttered, then clamped down hard as she came with a sharp cry, thighs shaking, hot fluid gushing over my fingers.

"Holy shit... good girl."

Elena panted, eyes glazed. "Now. I need your cock. Take those pants off."

I stood, shoving jeans and boxers down. My cock sprang free, thick and veined, head already leaking.

"Damn," she whispered, licking her lips. "Bigger than I imagined. Come here."

She pulled me down onto the couch, straddling me. Those soft thighs spread wide as she gripped my shaft, rubbing the fat head up and down her dripping slit.

"Put it in me. I want every inch stretching this hungry pussy."

I thrust up as she sank down. We both groaned loud. She was incredibly tight for her age, hot walls gripping me like a fist.

"Fuuuuck... so deep. You're splitting me open... feels so good."

Elena started riding me hard, tits bouncing in my face. I grabbed her ass, spanking one cheek lightly as she slammed down again and again.

"Harder, Jake. Fuck me like you mean it. Pound that pussy!"

The wet slap of our bodies mixed with the rain hammering the roof. I drove up into her, hitting deep each time. Her clit ground against my base.

"Touch my clit... yes, rub it while you fuck me!"

My thumb found her swollen nub again. She threw her head back, moaning nonstop.

"I'm close again... don't you dare pull out. Fill me up. I want your cum deep inside."

Her words pushed me over. I felt my balls tighten.

"Gonna cum, Elena... fuck, your pussy's milking me."

"Do it! Shoot it all in me... yes... yes... I'm cumming too!"

She shattered around me, pussy spasming wildly. I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her clenching walls. We rode it out together, gasping, sweaty, trembling.

After a long moment she collapsed against my chest, laughing softly.

"Best research I've done in years."

I kissed her damp forehead, still buried inside her warmth.

"Storm's not letting up anytime soon. Plenty more chapters to write."

"Mmm. Good. Because I want that cock in my ass next."

"Jesus, woman."

She grinned wickedly against my neck.

"Romance author, remember? We always go for the happy ending."