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Maria sat on the bench waiting, the cold metal sending chills up her body. The rain falling in large sheets as if forming a barrier in front of her, trapping her deep in her thoughts. Taking her back to the previous night. The raised voices, the foreign look on his face when she smashed that plate. The look that burned right through her leaving her ashamed of the way she had behaved. How had they gotten to this point? If she could go back, would she change the way she had acted? Would it matter? So many questions stacking up. None with answers. The only question with a potential answer, would he come tonight?

Maria glanced at her watch for the millionth time. It was late. Too late? Another question without an answer. She chewed at her fingernail accidentally drawing blood. Sucking the small wound to stop the trickle of blood, she stared mindlessly at the downpour. Time passed as she replayed every fight in her head. The pain, the heartache, the anger. Followed by the forgiveness, the passion, the love.

Peeking at her watch one final time, Maria had to finally admit to herself, he wasn’t coming. A hard truth that dug deep as if a rabid animal was clawing its way into the pit of her stomach. Yet she continued to sit unable to move. If she left, this was it. If she stayed, she wouldn’t have to accept it was the end. Not yet.

A pair of headlights shining blindingly in her face brought her attention to the surface. She glanced up squinting into the bright hue stinging her eyes. A car door slammed, she squinted harder trying to make out the figure. “Maria?”

Her name floated to her ears breaking down the wall of rain, a smile spreading across her face easily. She stepped off the curb into the deluge. But she didn’t notice the thousands of raindrops hitting her skin, drenching her hair, making her clothes cling to her. All she saw was him. They closed the distance quickly taking a moment to stare at one another. In perfect unison, they grabbed each other falling into a deep kiss. A kiss that stretched on, stopping time. The rain carried on, but all Maria felt was the warmth radiating off Jude sending electric jolts through her, warming every area of her body.

Not breaking away from the kiss, Maria jumped up wrapping her legs tightly around Jude’s torso. He laced his fingers into her hair pulling her mouth even closer to his. Their tongues intertwined as the need for one another grew like a balloon being inflated. As they pulled aside momentarily, Maria whispered, “You came.”

“I wouldn’t have missed this.” His voice sent tingles between her thighs.

“Take me now.”

“What, here?”

They looked around. The dark road was deserted, the rain forcing everyone inside. Still holding Maria, Jude led them to the backseat of his car. Once inside, the need was more tangible than ever. Wasting no time, Maria ran her hands under Jude’s shirt tracing up his torso, lifting his soaked shirt over his damp hair. She kissed him hard, biting his bottom lip. Then traced kisses down his chest, unbuttoning his pants as she went. Pulling them down, she bent over placing him deep inside her mouth. Slowly moving her head up and down tracing her tongue along the bottom of his shaft. Low moans escaped his lips making her smile as much as she could while he was in her mouth. She began to move her head faster. He snaked his hand through her hair helping her move at the speed he wanted. She could hear his breathing quicken. He was close, she could tell. She loved the power of doing this to him. Using her mouth to get him there. One final thrust to the back of her throat and her mouth filled with the taste of him.

Bringing Maria’s head to him, Jude kissed her softly. Removing her shirt, his kisses traveled to her neck tracing a finger around her hard nipple. A moan rose from her throat. She could feel the wetness in her underwear before his hand even made it that far down. He began rubbing her clit in slow circles gradually moving faster until her moans became breathy and quick. Pulling her pants off, he moved on top of her kissing her hard on the mouth as he thrust himself into her. Driving in and out of her in firm fluid movements. She pressed her fingertips into his arms, throwing her head back as he thrust himself in and out of her, faster and faster. As they both rose higher and higher, the balloon about to burst, they locked eyes. Timing it perfectly, they soared as endless pleasure coursed through their bodies.

Collapsing into each other’s arms, they laid there in peaceful bliss riding the wave of becoming one for a moment in time. And she remembered why. Why every fight was worth forgiveness. Why it was worth coming back to each other time and time again. Why she would never stop fighting for him. For them. Her questions answered. Her head clearing here wrapped in Jude’s arms ready for round two.

NSFW: yes

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