He kissed her without hesitation, the mingling of their tastes did not slow or bother him as his tongue fought with hers in a slow battle. His breathing was labored, heart pounding as he recovered. His cock was still half erect, such was the intensity of being with her. His hands roamed her body, touching her, finding her scars and tracing along them. He found her chest, brushed against her nipple, and then he moved.<br/><br/>He rolled atop her, not pinning her, but rested above her. Arms out and holding his chest from hers. he looked at her , her face, her torso, the beauty that was beneath him and kissed her again, passionately pressing to her and letting her see that he would not always be the bottom, that she would have to share with him not only her body, but the role of the aggressor.<br/><br/>But he did not open her, did not try to push his way too her and into her body. Instead he rolled to her side and faced her.<br/><br/><em>If it storms now then I have to have you here, in the rain, as you are now. If it waits, then so we should, maybe it is nature matching us, approving of us?</em><br/><br/>His body more the evidence, he knew that his spend and hers was still on his skin. Her body beside him as well, flushed, warm to the touch. She could see the tremors of the orgasm travel his body a few more times, phantom twitches as he tried to regain his composure.<br/><em><br/>I ... not .. no , not ever, that was intense. That was, I want more. I can already feel your nails on my back, your teeth biting me. Peg, I want that, to take and to give, and.. so many others cant. </em><br/><br/>His voice was quiet, only for her ears as he traced her body with his fingers. He grew quiet, watching her, leaning over to kiss her again. His hands would not leave her, had to be touching her, memorizing the pattern of her flesh, her scars. He tried to avoid her her nipples but occasionally would bush her chest. He waited on her response, and that of the weather.<br/>