Over the past few weeks, the heat of summer has ingrained itself deep into the pores of the city, leaving sleep a scarce commodity. I awaken after a fitful few hours of rest. Instinct leads me to reach a hand across the bed, never sure, in that surreal space that bridges the gap between dreams and reality, whether you are actually there. Comforted by your presence, I allow myself to wake up fully and for a moment, watch the rise and fall of your chest as you sleep. You turn to face away from me, restless or perhaps buried deep in a dream.

The wide-open window beckons, and I edge myself off the bed, taking care to leave you to your slumber. The city skyline is bathed in red which brings to mind the saying ‘red sky at night’. The electric air is filled with the promise of cooler days, and the faintest of breezes lands on my bare skin, heralding a break in the relentless heat. River gulls skirt along the edge of the Thames, seeking refuge before the incoming weather breaks. I’m startled by the feel of your arms wrapping around my waist.

‘Morning, beautiful.’

The caress of your words is accompanied by a kiss on the nape of my neck.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.’

I nestle back into you, feeling the warmth of your naked body against mine.

‘It’s ok. I slept well.’ You pull me in close. ‘Besides, how can I complain when I get to wake up here with you.’

We stand there for a moment in silence, content just to bask in each other’s company. In the far distance, lightning splices the sky. The hairs on my body rise as you resume your kisses, this time on the side of my neck. A barely audible moan escapes from my lips. My breath quickens as you move your hands upwards, cupping my breasts with care. You hold them for a moment, squeezing and releasing, before using your fingers to take hold of my nipples, rolling each one with tenderness until they are firm and erect. I circle my hips, taking care to push gently backwards, feeling your cock pressing onto me. I try to reach around to hold it, wanting to stroke you, but you stop my hand before I can get to you.

‘Not yet, Amelie.’

Your fingers continue their play, alternating between squeezing and tugging, then back to holding my breasts with your hands. I feel your teeth bite with care into the flesh of my neck, not deep enough to draw blood, but enough to drive me back into you, groaning in pleasure. Fuck, it feels good.

You use your left hand to keep me held close, drawing my top half against your back. Your right hand drifts down my smooth abdomen and finds its way to my slit. Alternating between rubbing my clitoris and entering my bare pussy, you let me rock on your hand. Stopping just for a moment, you bring your fingers to my mouth and put two of them on my tongue.

‘Taste yourself, Amelie. See how sweet you are.’

I lick the juice from your fingers before you return them to my cunt.

The breeze picks up, whipping summer-scorched leaves across the pavement below. The contrast of the cool air and the heat of your body heightens my skin's sensations. Another crack of lightning stretches across the sky.

I lean forward, gripping the edge of the window sill with both hands, whilst you take hold of my hips. I rub my ass against your cock, teasing you, wanting to tempt you into my hot wet pussy. A trickling sensation rolls down my leg, but by this point, I'm not sure if it's precum or my own wetness. I know from experience that you could deny me, holding out until I begged you for mercy. Thank fuck that today is not that day.

You slide your cock into my opening, easing it inch by inch at a pace that has me willing you on. I need to feel it, I want to have your rigid member buried deep. More, baby, I silently plead. I try to wiggle back but you hold me steady, entering me at your leisure. A few more inches, painstakingly slow, and just when you are nearly fully enveloped by my hot begging cunt, you pull back out fast. Fuck, as much as I hate the way you keep me on the edge, I love every delicious excruciating moment. Again, you slide back in, this time even slower–how is that even possible?You refuse to let me take you whole, whipping back out and bringing the tip of your cock to my entrance.

I’m distracted momentarily by the sight of a man jogging on the path that runs along the river, an unexpected early riser. He looks up at the window, his steps faltering on the pavement as he takes in the sight of me at the open window, three floors above. More lightning flashes across the sky, this time accompanied by thunder. Quickly resuming his pace, the man carries on past us.

‘I bet he wishes it was him here instead of me.’ I drink in your soothing voice. ‘But you’re mine, Amelie, today nobody can have you but me.’

As if to prove a point, you thrust in hard, this time taking it to the limit, finally letting me accommodate your full length. And again, another thrust, harder and deeper filling my cunt with your girth. Over and over, slowly and deliberately testing my pain barrier. Thankfully, my threshold is high and I push back onto you, meeting every thrust with pleasure.

‘Yes, fuck me, just like that.’ The words tumble out in error. I hesitate, fearing that you will stop, knowing that at any point you could withdraw and make me wait. But you carry on, sliding in and out of me.

‘You like it hard like this, don’t you, Amelie.’

Fuck yes! I want to scream but instead, I just nod and grip tighter onto the wooden sill. I lose track of how long you plunge into me this way. A cold sensation breaks through my reverie, as a dollop of rain hits my hand. The redness in the sky has now darkened, save for the intense brightness as lightning slashes its way ever closer. A clap of thunder resonates, and I count the seconds –one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi...

I try to reach beneath me, wanting to stroke my clit as you fuck me from behind. But you withdraw quickly and grip my wrist, twisting me round to face you in one smooth motion. We share a passionate kiss, with our tongues exploring each other’s mouths as if for the first time. My cunt is left wanting, needing you back inside. Reading my mind, you pick me up with ease, letting me wrap my slender legs around your body as you carry me to the foot of the bed.

Slowly and carefully, you place me on my back. You remain standing and grasp my ankles, raising my legs in the air, my feet now pointing towards the ceiling. I wait with bated breath for you to fuck me. As more lightning flashes cascade through the window, I take a moment to breathe in the beauty of your frame. Muscles that come from hard work, and a cock that takes no time to resume its place inside me. I watch intently and soon, the sight of you coated in my shiny wet juices, glistening in the light of the storm, brings me to the brink of orgasm.

‘Touch yourself,’ you command me.

I love the fact that I get to choose where. Firstly, I play with my nipples, but soon find I’d rather leave those for your teeth. I slip a hand downwards and start rolling my fingers over my clit. It slips over it easily, and I catch your cock with my clear polished nails. But you seem not to notice, as your gaze is fixed on the sight of me pleasuring myself. I rub at my clit harder, brushing my fingers around and then on it.

Another clap of thunder–one Mississippi, two Mississippi ...

The storm is close, as am I. Close to cumming over your cock. The rain drums on the window sill, and meanders down the interior wall. But right now, I don’t care. All I want is to have you fill me up, let me cum with you exploding inside of me.

‘Tell me what you want, Amelie.’ Your voice is now stern and urgent.

‘I want you to keep fucking me, I want you to fill me up with your cum,’ I beg loudly.

I wince as you ram in hard repeatedly, bringing me closer and closer to climax. My breath is ragged, as I keep pace with your rythmn.

The thunder is louder than ever–one Mississippi…

‘Tell me again.’ You thrust into me, fucking me hard, letting me have every inch with force. My whole body bounces as you hold me in place.

‘Fuck me, baby, I need you to give it to me.’

You harden to the point that I know you are ready, just as my wet cunt is ready. I want to let you know that I can’t hold on any longer but instead all I can do is utter a moan. A sound that is drowned out by the clash of thunder above us.

No Mississippi.

‘I’m cumming, Amelie, can you feel it.’ You hold me firmly in place, letting hot jets of semen flood into my cunt. The power of your climax matches that of the storm now in full force above us. I shudder as I feel your cum filling me up, whilst I take every part of you into me. My pussy walls contract around you as my own orgasm takes hold. With you pushing so deeply inside of me, I cum harder than I have in a long time. This time my moans can be heard above the claps of thunder as I feel the spurts of your cum pumping into me. I grind on your cock until every last drop is expelled. My thighs tremble as you hold me in position until the first signs of softening occur. Our cum juices drip from my cunt as you finally withdraw.

I manoeuvre further up the bed, and you take your place spooning in from behind. The sound of thunder retreats returning to one, then two then three Mississippi. The sqwark of gulls fills the air as they resume their morning flight. Satiated and content, I close my eyes and drift back into the world of dreams.