The heavy rain had been falling for close to half an hour, that was the story the clock near the bed told. Craig had dozed off, lulled into sleep by the gentled staccato of the heavy drops falling against roof and window. His body had needed rest and he could not remember the last time it had been so completely used and spent. The reason for this wonderful drain still remained in his arms, the redheaded woman who had curled herself around his body body, and not long ago made him cry out.<br/><br/>In her sleep Peg moved a little, her form was smaller than his, but not so much that he dwarfed her. They fit together, bodies finding each others curves and molding seamlessly to one another. In her sleep she made slight noises, whimpers and mutters, curling deeper into his embrace. Occasionally her hand moved almost to check if he were still there, or if he was a spirit. Craig was there, and in his dozing state he felt her actions, each one bringing a languid squeeze from his arm, a reassurance her was real.<br/><br/>It was the change in the storm that woke him. He had slept through several storms and even a few Hurricanes while living in Newport. Something about the rumbling act of nature was soothing for him, but this type of storm was different, this storm set off another set of feelings, and he felt himself waking. Usually he would slip to the roof, sit or lay out and feel the storm as it passed. Today was different, there was someone to share the storm with and she would understand.<br/><br/>Craig moved slowly, gently turning Peg over so that her back was to his chest and then he shifted down her body. He stopped midway down her back and began to place slow kisses along her spine, gentle bites to follow each brush of the lips. His free hand went over her hip, up and between her breasts. He began a slow spiral against her skin, running his hand over her body. The soft flesh of her chest, the textured skin of her nipples, down across her flat belly to just above her mons, so close to opening her before he stopped and went back up her body.<br/><br/>His other hand stayed behind her, finding the firm curve of her rear. Criag began to rub, to massage, and to find any muscle that he had missed earlier. A slow and deep push into skin as his mouth and other hand worked to wake her up. He wanted her to be able to come out of her sleep in a slow and easy tempo, and into some thing pleasurable. The though of her joining him on the roof was arousing, and as he began to wake her, his own body began to wake as well. On one pass his hand gently cupped the opening of her womanhood, a gentle squeeze before back up and over skin again. He would share with her, he already knew it.<br/><br/><br/><br/>