"It's raining," Mike said suddenly, pulling out. His softening cock hung low, but his gaze was on the rain beyond the window.
"It is…" Claire muttered, licking her lips, eyes still locked on his cock.
She climbed off the table, a mixture of her cum and his trickling down her thigh.
Then she knelt down again and took his cock in her hand.
Mike looked down, their eyes meeting.
She smiled, then leaned in, tongue running along the underside of his shaft, gathering the slick mess they'd made together. She closed her lips around the tip, sucking gently, watching his face twist with pleasure.
"Fuck," Mike breathed, gripping the edge of the table behind him.
She took more of him into her mouth, inch by inch, her lips stretched wide, tongue swirling with every inch she claimed. Her hands stroked what she couldn't fit as her head bobbed rhythmically, her saliva mixing with the remnants of sex, adding wet, obscene sounds to the room.
Mike's hand found her hair again, curling into it as he fought to keep still. "God, you suck cock like you were born for it."
Claire moaned around him, the vibration of her throat making his legs tremble. She pulled back just enough to tease his head with her tongue – circling it slowly, then licking the slit with a flick that made his hips jerk.
"I can suck you all day long."
She deep-throated him suddenly, taking him in until her nose pressed against his base. He gasped, looking down to see her lips stretched around him, her throat tight.
It was nearly too much.
"Claire, fuck..." Mike groaned, feeling himself ready for another round.
She pulled off with a wet pop, lips swollen, chin wet.
Then continued sucking him hard, like he was some candy. Well, he was—to her.
"Shall we go again?" He was fully hard and ready to go another around.
Before she could nod, he hauled her up and threw her back onto the table, spreading her thighs wide.
Now it was his turn.
He dove between her legs, groaning at the sight of her messy, glistening pussy. His tongue licked up the entire length of her slit, tasting the remains of their earlier fuck and the fresh slick she'd created while sucking him.
She was soaked. He couldn't get enough.
He sucked on her clit, tongue flicking rapidly, and her entire body jolted.
"Mike—oh my fuckin God!" she gasped, her head falling back against the tabletop.
He growled into her, spreading her open with two fingers and licking deeper, tongue plunging into her hole, lapping up everything she gave him.
She writhed under him, legs trembling, moaning his name like it was the only word she remembered.
He kept sucking, licking, teasing until she was incoherent; hips lifting off the table, hands fisting the edge, mouth open in a silent scream.
"I'm gonna cum ahhhh!!! Don't! Stop!Mike, don't...don't – Stawp!!!"
He sucked harder until her orgasm exploded. Her thighs clamped around his head like she wanted to chop it off, her back arched, and she screamed his name as she came.
Only after her body fell limp, twitching with aftershocks, did he pull away; his mouth and chin glistening with her juice.
He looked at her flushed, panting body, then up into her dazed eyes. "Still with me?"
She gave a lazy, satisfied smile. "Of course."
"Good."
Then he hauled her onto his shoulder and carried to the glass, settling her down before it. The rain pelt outside, loud and clear.
She had her back to his chest. Fog blossomed against the cool surface from their combined heat. She peeled off the shirt clinging to her skin, baring her breasts to the chill of the room. It was cold, and she liked it.
Mike cupped the giant mams from behind; they were so full they spilled out of his fingers. His fingers circled her taut nipples until she moaned aloud again, pressing her palms against the window for balance.
Then he bent her forward slightly, lining himself up once more.
The next thrust made her cry out.
Their reflection in the rain-streaked glass was wild. Skin against skin, her breasts bouncing with each stroke, his hands gripping her hips.
The cold outside only seemed to heighten the contrast of their fevered passion.
"You feel that?" he whispered against her ear. "How deep I am in you? You love it, don't you?"
"Yes…" she whimpered, voice cracking. "I love it – I love you in me; don't stop…"
He didn't.
He kept going until her legs were shaking again. Her next climax came suddenly—a crashing wave that left her slack against the window.
But Mike, still thick and hard, dropped to his knees behind her.
Before she could speak, his mouth was on her again. Hot tongue lapping at her drenched folds, drawing every ounce of pleasure left in her.
Claire's knees buckled. She gasped, fingers clawing the glass for balance as his tongue worked her with delicious precision.
"Mike… oh God, again—"
He didn't let her finish. The orgasm hit her like lightning, sparking behind her eyes, stealing the words from her lips. Her body convulsed and twisted in his grasp, held only by the window and his firm grip on her thighs.
When he finally rose, she was breathless, glowing with sweat and satisfaction.