Storm Under the Canopy

“Jesus, what a downpour,” Mark breathed, shaking water from his shoulders. His eyes slid down my soaked dress, lingering where the fabric clung to my thighs. “You okay?”

I laughed, smoothing back my wet hair. The wedding reception was in full swing around us—our mutual friend’s big day, music and laughter and clinking glasses—but the sky had other plans, driving us both under the awning by the far gazebo, where nobody was coming. My husband was still inside, pouring toasts. Mark stood way too close, his hand supposedly steadying my elbow, but burning through the wet silk.

“I’m fine,” I said, but my voice cracked. “Just cold.”

“I’ll warm you up,” he said simply, and his fingers settled on my waist. No asking, no hesitation. I felt everything clench inside me—both at his nerve and at how much I fucking loved it.

“Mark, we shouldn’t—”

“Shouldn’t what?” He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “Stand in the rain? Or remember how we danced last year, when your husband went to get drinks?”

I remembered. I remembered his hands on my back, his breath, his whisper: “If you were mine.” And now, in this storm, I suddenly knew I wanted it. Wanted him.

“You’re shaking,” he noticed, running his palm down my bare arm. “Come here.”

He pulled me into him, and I pressed my face into his chest, breathing in the smell of wet shirt and his skin. His hands slid lower, gripping my ass through the thin fabric. I gasped softly, feeling his cock hard against my stomach.

“Mark…”

“Shh,” he kissed me, hungry and demanding, and I kissed him back, forgetting everything. My husband, the wedding, the fact we were twenty yards from other people. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I moaned, pressing even closer.

He broke the kiss and, without a word, dropped to his knees. I froze, looking down at him, at his hands already hiking up the hem of my dress.

“What are you doing?”

“What I’ve wanted to do for a year,” he answered, his fingers sliding up my thighs to my panties. “Do you have any idea how crazy I’ve been, seeing you in this dress?”

He pulled my panties down, and I stepped out of them, shivering from cold and arousal. His mouth pressed against my clit, and I grabbed his hair, throwing my head back. His tongue was hot, insistent, licking me slow and teasing, and I could already feel wetness running down my thighs.

“Oh, Mark…” I moaned, biting my lip to keep from screaming. “Yeah… just like that…”

He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I nearly fell, but he held me up by my ass, keeping at it. His fingers slid inside me, and I arched my back, feeling the orgasm building.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “Please…”

He fucked me faster with his fingers, his tongue circling and circling my clit. I came with a quiet cry, my whole body shuddering, and he kept licking me until the spasms faded.

“Your turn,” I said, panting, and pulled him up. “I want to feel you inside me.”

He unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang out, hard, the head glistening. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the heat, and he hissed with pleasure.

“Now,” he whispered, turning me around so my back was to him. “Brace yourself on the table.”

I gripped the edge of the wooden table, and he pushed into me in one sharp thrust. I cried out, feeling him fill me completely, his hands landing on my hips.

“God, you’re so tight…” he breathed, moving slow and deep. “Do you even know what we’re doing?”

“Don’t talk,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Just fuck me.”

He sped up, and I forgot everything. Just his cock, his hands, his breath on my neck. He leaned down, biting my shoulder, and I felt everything clench inside me for another orgasm.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, his voice rough with lust.

“Inside,” I gasped. “I want to feel you.”

He groaned, and I felt his cock twitch inside me, flooding me with hot cum. I came again, squeezing him, and we both froze, breathing hard.

The storm was fading. Somewhere in the distance, music was playing, and I heard someone calling my name. My husband.

“I have to go,” I whispered, straightening my dress.

Mark touched my cheek, smiling.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

I smiled back, feeling his words warm me inside.

“I know. But for now—I have to go.”