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  The moment she saw the nod Sabrina let go. As quickly as if a switch had been flipped she shuddered and then stiffened as a primal scream flew from her upturned lips, joining the rolling thunder and howling winds. It was as if the power of the storm escalated her pleasure as the first sharp clap of thunder echoed around them. Sabrina's legs buckled as if she were being carried away on a powerful gust of wind, her body sliding down the rocks behind her.

  Liz gently carried her to the sand, knowing the blonde was far, far away; lost in the storm of her own pleasure. Spurred on by the tempest surrounding them, Liz straddled the quivering woman and proceeded to place frenzied kisses all over her slick torso. Sabrina's eyes fluttered and opened wide as if she'd just woken from a deep slumber, when Liz's tongue slid up her neck and over her chin. Liz noticed the return to consciousness and never faltered in her kisses. She hovered above the blonde for several seconds before firmly pressing her lips against the blonde's.

  Sabrina opened to the kiss immediately and moaned when the brunette's tongue plunged into her mouth, hard and demanding, conveying her hunger and dominance in no uncertain terms. A blinding flash of lightning struck ground nearby, followed by a deafening crash of thunder, and Liz tore her mouth from Sabrina's. She threw her head back and ground her pussy against the blonde's, falling victim to nature's power and allowing it to fuel her desires. Sabrina, now fully aware of her surroundings, slid her sandy hands up Liz's sides and dragged her nails down her lover's back.

  Everywhere she touched, Liz's body was firm, taut with desire that was quickly turning to need as raw as the thunder and lightning exploding around them. When the blonde looked up at her again, Liz saw the passion mirrored in her eyes. It was impossible to decipher their color in the dark night, but the bright glint reflected in them with every flash of lightning was enough to convey the intensity of the chaos brewing within. Just when things around her seemed on the razor's edge of spinning out of control, Liz began to move.

  She felt as if she were stuck in a time warp. All of her physical senses alerted her to the fury of the storm around her, but intense as it was, the physical was countered by the deliberate slowness of her face moving ever closer to Sabrina's. Calm and controlled despite the railing elements, Liz was completely focused. She equated the moment to lying in the eye of a hurricane. Unmeasured mayhem all around her, close enough to reach out and touch, and yet, lying over her lover, she knew she was where she belonged.

  Liz's heart pounded harder and harder the closer she got to Sabrina's face. So strong, so enticing and yet vulnerable somehow, trusting with everything she had, though her good sense warned against it. Sabrina was all things at all times, and Liz was constantly amazed at the variations she had witnessed in their time together. Unpredictable was perhaps the best word to describe the persistent flux of energy and emotion that powered Sabrina.

  A blinding flash of light broke the darkness, illuminating everything around them. Liz had the inclination to squint against the harsh light, but never got the chance when the light flashed on her lover's face. Pale blue eyes grew larger as Sabrina's pupils shrank quickly against the brightness. She was so focused on the woman above her that she didn't so much as blink. Liz's breath caught in her throat, and the vision of Sabrina's face in that instant was burned into her memory for eternity.

  The deafening clap of thunder that followed caused Sabrina's hands to clench, her fingernails tearing into Liz's back. A sudden growl of surprise and pain proved to be the catalyst for Liz in that moment. It was as though something literally snapped inside her and before Sabrina knew what was happening, the brunette had crawled up her body and momentarily hovered over her. The next thing she was aware of was a sharp pain at the top of her head as Liz's fingers wound into her blonde tresses and jerked her head upward.

  Sabrina gave a low moan. Her mind may have been miles away, but Sabrina's instinct was firmly in tact and her response was flawless. Liz released the blonde's hair the instant Sabrina's tongue made contact with her pussy and the electricity coursing through her veins as a result, was nearly more than she could handle. Falling forward, Liz caught herself on her hands, her legs splaying wide of their own accord and forcing her pussy down hard on Sabrina's face.

  The blonde, unfazed by the increased pressure, wound her arms around Liz's thighs for purchase and thrust her tongue into her lover's entrance. So intense was the sensation that Liz's arms gave out, leaving her weight resting on her elbows and her forehead burrowing gently in the wet sand. Unable to control her own body, Liz's hips rode down hard against the blonde's face and she again felt sharp fingernails penetrating the flesh of her inner thighs as the blonde continued the torment.

  The telling tightness that had developed in the small of Liz's back was the only warning she got that she was close, but she was still completely unprepared when Sabrina's tongue dusted over her clit. The first swipe was much more intense than she had expected and in very short order, a massive explosion ripped through her. Liz's head flew off the sand, her hands flying to Sabrina's hair, pulling the little woman's face hard against her throbbing pussy. Sabrina seemed to go into overdrive, punishing Liz's clit with her tongue.

  Liz's head fell back when a second climax rocked her to her core, and she released the blonde's hair as all strength left her body. Leaned back as she was, Liz went limp and fell against Sabrina's legs, her head cradled neatly between the blonde's knees as her chest heaved wildly to restore her vitals to a normal state. Liz had no idea how long she'd been unconscious, but when she awoke there was a soft gentle rain falling over her. The wind had dissipated into a gentle breeze and the only lightning that could be seen was a faint flashing glow in a heavy line of clouds far off in the distance.

  Her thoughts were unclear, and she had to blink several times in order to regain her focus, but even that didn't help her understand why she was lying outdoors in the rain. A healthy shudder rocked her frame just then, followed by a soft warm tongue sliding lazily over her pussy, and the night's events came rushing back with startling clarity. Liz moaned softly and reached down between her thighs where she found her lover's face. Liz breathed deeply and sat up, sliding her body down Sabrina's until they were face to face again.

  Liz half expected to see a beaming look of triumph on the little woman's features, but she should have known better. Sabrina lived and breathed to please her. She always had. Liz realized then, as she stared into those blue-green eyes, that she could weather any storm she came upon, as long as Sabrina was with her. She closed her eyes then and gently pressed her lips to the smaller woman's. She was vaguely aware of the soft splash of tiny raindrops dancing over her back, but was soon lost to all outside sensation as her tongue traced along the blonde's pale pink lips.

  The kiss was everything the storm wasn't, slow and gentle, soothing and calm. Their hearts beat in unison for the next several breaths and it wasn't until a small giggle bubbled up in Sabrina that either of them broke away from the kiss.

  "What's so funny?" Liz asked with a smile, pulling back to look into the blonde's face.

  "Your hair."

  The look on Liz's face said it all, because a deep belly laugh rolled out of Sabrina, tickling the woman on top of her into a fit of laughter as well.

  "I'm glad you find this mop so humorous, Blondie. Yours is looking pretty ragged too, ya' know?"

  "I've got just the thing," Sabrina said and stood, holding out her hand to the brunette.

  She helped Liz to her feet and led her to the water where they dove into its inky blackness. Together they swam until their nude bodies were cleansed of sand and cooled from their wanton exploits on the beach. Joining hands again, they walked up the beach toward the hammock. No trace of the week's heat could be found, but Sabrina automatically climbed into the hammock instead of going back to the house. Liz hesitated a moment but couldn't resist joining Sabrina when the little woman opened her arms invitingly and said, "Come home, my love.

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  Can it get any fucking hotter? I can no longer thrash about on my cotton sheets, waiting for some errant breeze to caress my skin and cool me down. I try writing to break the monotony of the heat, but I find that my concentration only lasts for so long before I am sweating and swearing yet again, pathetically shaking my fist at the unforeseen elements.

  I know that everyone is suffering and that they, too, are just as crabby as I am. I equate this feeling to the frustration of being with a bad lover; someone who can get you excited but lacks the skill to get you off. It's that momentary space in time where you linger, waiting on the perch of perfection before soaring off into an abyss of physical pleasure, almost there but just out of reach. The heat is a teasing, taunting bitch. And I do realize it's a rare day that I don't like to lay in the suns rays, but the energy it takes to put on a bathing suit nearly escapes me.

  Liz knows how bitchy I get when the heat sucks at us like this. She is that all-patient person and that just irritates me all the more. Why can't I be more like her? She's from the south and used to these itinerant heat waves, but living in the northeast is vastly different from anything she's ever known.

  We don't have air conditioning simply because we live on the shore of the Atlantic. The light southeasterly winds we normally enjoy have been blowing in ridiculously arid and dry. So, we have decided to move our bed onto the beach for the time being. We bought a special canvas hammock that sleeps two and set it up high on the beach, just out of reach of the water line at high tide. It's a huge hammock with mosquito netting that hangs down from one end to the other from a special overhead attachment. This weather seems to have made the insects irritable as well, and I certainly don't want to be the one they vent their frustrations on.

  The bamboo that grows around the perimeter of the beach acts as a natural fence and provides wonderful shade. Our beach is private, but most of the locals will come to swim if they want. As long as the gate is open, they know they are welcome. We've been closing the gate at night so that we might have some peace and quiet.

  Liz works at the hospital as a pediatric nurse. She has the patience of a saint while I have the patience of a gnat. The only good thing about her working while I stay at home is the fact that she can spend her busy days inside with the A/C. I think this might be why she is so empathetic about my grumpiness. Believe me, when I get like this, I don't even like me.

  Let me tell you a bit about Liz. She is the light of my life and the fire of my soul. She's about ten years my junior but damn if that age difference bothers either one of us. Liz has brown curly hair that falls to her shoulders in wild disarray; a constant source of irritation for her but a constant turn on for me. She stands about 5'6" and her moss green eyes will tell you nearly everything she's thinking. Her gorgeous body; I could go on and on about her body. My woman is a lithe but lush figure. I know that sounds awkward, but you'll just have to take my word for it. For someone who is so skinny, she sure does have curves.

  We are polar opposites. I am 5'4" on a good day—or when I measure my own height. I have short blonde hair, one of my best features I would say. Liz has breasts that would make any woman jealous, while my own are very small. She never complains though. I am extremely fortunate to have Liz in my life.

  Today Liz is working late, and while I would love to meet her at the door with a big wet kiss to welcome her home, I just need to head to the beach. I've left her a sandwich and made sure that the beer we love is ice cold and ready for a quick slug back as soon as she walks through the door.

  Too hot! It's too hot to bother wearing a swimsuit or anything else for that matter. I toss on a sarong with nothing beneath and tie it above my left breast. I laugh quietly to myself as this is the first thing I've looked forward to in quite some time. Tonight, no matter what, my love and I will be having torrid sex.

  The sand is hot beneath my feet even though the sun has gone down. I look at our hammock and smile with the idea of the two of us playing on it, but right now, I need to swim. I untie the sarong and lazily let it flutter to the water's edge. I inch my way into the abnormally warm waters of the Sound and it manages to cool me off a bit. I slowly slice through the water and delight in the feel of it flowing about my nude body. It is much like that of a lover's cool caress. I stop at a mooring and hold onto its buoy, letting the gentle swells wash over me while I get lost in fond memories.

  I took Liz out here the first time she ever came to visit me. We swam out to this buoy and held onto it, laughing and talking. Things turned serious as I gazed into her moss green eyes and got lost in their depths. She turned onto her back, floating carelessly. I had to touch her, had to see what her reaction to me would be if I touched her while she floated. I dragged my nails up her inner thigh and eased the offending material of her swimsuit out of my way. I slipped my finger inside her and was thrilled to find that she was quite excited. How could she be wetter than the water we were playing in? I teased her until she could no longer float that day. One of my fondest memories is that moment in time, that precious time, when I was the one responsible for her incapacity.

  Shaking my head, I pull myself out of my reverie and begin to swim ashore. The water has turned a particularly nasty shade of brown and the waves have begun to grow large. The wind has changed direction beginning to blow from the west bringing with it a smell of rain.

  My feet gain purchase on the sandy shore, and as I begin walking out of the water fat, lazy drops of rain being to pelt my skin. I see Liz sitting on the hammock, watching me. I laugh delightedly and before I leave the water I toss my hair back and shake it out, allowing the saltwater to roll down my back.

  Liz crooks her finger at me and points to the sand at her feet. We have no need for words. Our body language says a hell of a lot more than words could ever convey. I walk to her swiftly, allowing the sand to cling to my feet without even a hint of my usual irritation at the small grains of silica.

  Liz parts her thighs just as I get to the hammock. I can see her gloriously nude body already glistening in the rain. I kneel before her and kiss her knee. I take my time and lave a wet pathway up her inner thigh. My ultimate destination isn't all that far away, but I will go slowly and her pleasure will be mine.

  At the juncture of her thighs, a place I like to call Sabrina Junction, I rest my lips just before biting gently. Liz's intake of breath assures me she is excited to have me dining on her this evening. I nuzzle her, allowing my lips to graze over her pussy and inhaling her unique scent.

  I dip my finger into her hot depths, gathering a small amount of moisture and spreading it over her engorged clit. I love how wet she is and her soft mewling makes my own pussy twitch with growing impatience. Slowly, I run my tongue over her lips, lining her labia teasingly before devouring her thoroughly. My tongue finds her clit and flicks it with certain impudence as two of my fingers invade her wet warmth.

  Her feet dig firmly into the sand on either side of me. Each time her thighs tense, she creates a slight swinging motion of the hammock. Intentional, I'm sure, as each movement buries my fingers deeply within her. I can feel that spot, that magnificent space in her body that triggers her most violent orgasms.

  My fingers plunge into her, fucking her like this were the last time we would ever be intimate. My pinkie finger rings her ass before slipping into her. I moan against her clit and I know the reverberations of my voice trip over her sensitive nub making her cry out.

  The rain begins to fall a bit harder; flashes of lightning brighten up our playground as if it were our very own personal fireworks show. The wetness of my lover and the rain mingle and the ambrosial mix is nearly more than I can handle. I feel my own pussy grasping at the air, desperate to be filled.

  Liz cries out as her orgasm shoots through her, bringing her to that pinnacle. She loses her breath and her body tenses. I feel her walls grip at me desperately, pulling my fingers even more deeply. I love the beauty of her pleasure; love how it courses through her unchecked and
unhindered. I love how freely she gives her passion.

  I slow my pace as she reaches that point. I feel certain that many people would never be able to know just when that moment strikes. We are so fortunate to be able to read one another's subtle nuances. Her breath, jagged at first, has begun to even out and as she begins to come back to earth, I slip my fingers from her altogether.

  I climb up her body and plant a small kiss of greeting on her full lips. Without a word she looks to the high rock wall that makes our haven so private. She nods her head toward it, and I know she wants me over there. I climb off the hammock and reach behind me, offering her a hand up. She smiles brightly but shakes her head.

  Moving to the rock wall, I turn just in time to see my mistress so very close. She takes my hands in hers and presses my bare back against the rock. I feel the weather worn rocks dig into my skin, some areas rough, some smooth and cool. The water from the rain that collects in the gutters on our roof spills down these rocks, making it a veritable waterfall.

  Liz brings my hands up over my head, trapping me between the rocks and her gorgeous body. Her thigh moves between mine and presses against my already throbbing mound. Between the flashes of lightning, I see her beautiful face, etched with raw passion. I grind myself against her without thought. The rocks behind me make it impossible to lean back. Her hands at my wrists are surprisingly strong, and I test my boundaries as I always do. I note briefly that pulling against her will not go over well. I am at her mercy, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

  The water spilling down over us is an elixir to the heat that has had us so physically drained, its coolness filling us with unrestrained zeal. Her mouth seals over mine before moving on to my neck and shoulders. Her teeth sink into my skin, sending shocked heat to my very core. Her strength is heady and intoxicates me, making me greedy for more. I shudder with delight as she holds my wrists with one hand and slides the other hand down my slippery skin to cup my small breast, tweaking my already tightened nipple.