Lluvia y viejas llamas

I lay in the tiny tent listening to the rain hammer the nylon, heart pounding so hard I was sure Marcus could hear it. After six years apart, here we were—two former lovers thrown together on this group hiking trip when the others bailed at the last minute. His dark, muscular body took up most of the space, the scent of his rain-damp skin mixing with wet earth and pine. Tension crackled between us like the lightning outside.

“Still can’t believe it’s you,” I whispered, my voice shaky. I’d been staring at the way his soaked t-shirt clung to his broad chest for the last hour.

Marcus turned his head, those deep brown eyes locking on mine. A slow smile spread across his full lips. “Yeah, well… fate’s a bitch, Lena. Or maybe she’s doing us a favor.” His hand brushed my arm, sending sparks straight to my core. “You look even better than I remember. That little hiking outfit hugging every curve.”

My breath hitched. The shy part of me wanted to pull away, but the ache between my thighs won. I shifted closer, our faces inches apart. “I’ve thought about you… about this,” I admitted, cheeks burning. “More than I should.”

His fingers traced my jaw, gentle at first, then firmer as he cupped my face. “Then stop thinking, baby.” He leaned in and kissed me—slow, deep, the kind of kiss that stole the air from my lungs. Our mouths moved together, tongues sliding, tasting rain and years of missed hunger. His big hands roamed down my back, pulling me against his hard chest. I moaned softly into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his short curls.

The kiss grew hotter, wetter. We broke for air, foreheads touching, breaths mingling. “Marcus… I want you,” I breathed, voice trembling but braver now. “Right here.”

“Fuck, I’ve been hard since we zipped this tent shut,” he growled low, the rare curse slipping out as his hands slid under my shirt. He peeled it off, exposing my breasts to the cool air. His dark palms cupped them, thumbs circling my nipples until they tightened into peaks. I arched into his touch, gasping.

He kissed me again, deeper this time, one hand slipping into my shorts. His thick fingers found my pussy already slick and ready. “So wet for me already,” he murmured against my lips, stroking my clit in slow circles. I whimpered, hips rocking instinctively. The rain pounded harder, masking my soft cries as he worked two fingers inside me, curling just right.

“Marcus… oh god,” I panted, clutching his shoulders. He kissed down my neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point while his fingers pumped steadily. My body trembled, building fast. I reached down and palmed the massive bulge in his pants, feeling his thick black cock throb under my hand. “I need this. Need you inside me.”

He pulled back just enough to shove his shorts down, freeing that heavy, veined dick. It slapped against his abs, dark and glistening at the tip. My mouth watered at the sight, but tonight wasn’t about that. I wanted to feel every inch stretching me.

Marcus rolled me onto my back, the sleeping bag rustling beneath us. He hooked my legs over his hips, rubbing the fat head of his cock along my slit. “Look at me, Lena.” Our eyes locked as he pushed in—slow, relentless, that thick cock spreading my pussy wide. I gasped sharply, nails digging into his back. The fullness was overwhelming, perfect.

“Shit… you’re so tight,” he groaned, pausing halfway to let me adjust, kissing me tenderly through the stretch. Then he sank deeper until his balls pressed against my ass. We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing together, just feeling. His skin was hot against mine, sweat already beading despite the chill.

He started moving—long, deep strokes that made my toes curl. The tent filled with the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy, our ragged breaths, and the constant drum of rain. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for more kisses. Our mouths stayed locked as he fucked me harder, hips snapping, the slap of skin echoing softly.

“Harder,” I begged between kisses, growing bolder. “I want all of you.”

Marcus growled and shifted, hooking one of my legs higher. The new angle let him hit that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyes. His pace quickened, powerful thrusts rocking my whole body. I could feel my orgasm building fast, pussy clenching around his thick shaft.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered hotly against my lips, one hand squeezing my breast, thumb flicking my nipple. “Let me feel that pussy milk my cock.”

I shattered with a choked cry, back arching, waves of pleasure crashing through me. My walls fluttered and squeezed him rhythmically. Marcus kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until I was trembling and gasping. Then he flipped us so I was on top, never breaking our connection.

I braced my hands on his chest, looking down at his handsome face glistening with sweat. Slowly I began to ride him, rolling my hips in deep circles at first, savoring the way his cock filled me completely. His hands gripped my ass, guiding me, spanking lightly when I sped up. Kisses turned messy—nipping lips, tongues teasing, breaths shared in hot little moans.

“You feel so good,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him again as I bounced faster. The angle let my clit grind against his pelvis with every drop. His dark hands looked so erotic against my lighter skin, squeezing, caressing.

“Ride that dick, Lena… just like that,” he urged, voice husky. Our mouths met constantly—soft pecks turning hungry, tongues dancing as I fucked him. Sweat slicked our bodies, the air thick with the scent of sex and rain.

His hips started thrusting up to meet me, driving his cock even deeper. I felt another climax rising. “I’m gonna come again,” I panted against his mouth.

“Do it. Come all over me.” He pulled me down for a fierce kiss as I shattered a second time, pussy gushing around his thickness. The spasms pushed him over the edge. With a deep groan into my mouth, Marcus thrust up hard and held me there, pulsing as he filled me with hot cum. I felt every spurt, warm and thick, coating my walls.

We stayed joined, kissing softly now—slow, tender presses of lips, little sighs. He stroked my back, my hair, while I traced patterns on his chest. The rain eased to a gentle patter.

“Never thought we’d end up like this again,” I whispered, nuzzling his neck.

Marcus chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through me. “Guess the trail had other plans. You okay?”

“More than okay.” I lifted my head to meet his eyes, smiling shyly. “I don’t want this to be just one night in a tent.”

His thumb brushed my lower lip. “Then it won’t be. We’ve got time to figure it out… starting with staying warm till morning.” He kissed me once more, slow and full of promise, as the storm faded outside.