While my eyes adjusted the view:

Bette panted…She couldn’t control her breathe. The air faulted her. Her chest compressed my back.

Her eyes were closed and the raindrops …raindrops swept her face . There, displayed, what pleasure could do to humans.

Bette was lost…momentarily she was lost to the world… My lover was abandoned to sensations. Those feelings that brought what we have from most raw. She was a wild, indomite animal. She was a panther acting like nature taught her too. She was a hostage from senses. Inside the house of desire. She served. To her nature.

And she was all that because …I’ve read it…she was inside of me…Bette knew… that I was the only one who could awoke her up.

Later, that night, when I penetrate her with also four fingers and watched and kissed and caressed the marks the car accident added to her body I would felt the same and she would see it.

 She… She was the only one who could wake my senses and feelings that way. We were possible because we were together.

Together…

To the thoughts and senses my fur gained life again. The shiver crossed my body, hit the nape of my neck, and I shook inside her arms.

And her embrace became tender and multiple and sweet. And her breath became longer and her hand from explorer, pacified. And her strokes, still profound, complete, hard, were less offensive.

And her lips searched my ear and her tongue touched my lobe when she tasted her own lips before she told me…

“…”

…but she didn’t… she didn´t know how to nominate it…to say it….

She opened her eyes, absorb mine and I told her

“I…I love you…too…Bette…”

It woke my lover up. I felt she shook… I taste her lust on the breath. Her breathe changed and gained each time, savageness…She tightened the embrace. She hardened the stroke and I faced the skies, the rain while I  moaned, while my groans surfed the night and mixed with the city night sounds.

The rain like bullets over the roofs.

And to the tastes there were the colors and when my lips touched hers and my eyes insisted to stay opened, a raw-red curtain descended over me and painted my world with fire.

 I rode her hand. I collided my sex against her hand. I nailed her thighs. I pressed her ass.

And each minute, second… My breath got short, hard…. Our breaths shortened and hardener.

When she added the fourth finger I couldn’t contain.

The air was expelled- long and slowly – out of my lungs…I couldn’t voice …I groaned.

 Bette shook and moaned out loud.

Her right fingers deep inside of me. Her left hand pressing my chest.

She held me tight. I held her flesh close.

“Babe…Babe…Bette…”

Then we stayed in silence. We didn’t move.

This way we could listen to our breaths, full of recognitions.

I’ve had collapsed on Bette lap after we orgasmed and we weren’t in the most comfortable position. My body allowed just one move .I bend over and my hands, my face, my breasts, my body found the wetted air mattress.

I could hear the impact of water against a hot surface.

Bette laid down over me and kissed my right shoulder, my omoplates… Her breathe aroused the nape of my neck.

We had suffered an earth quake…

She let her body slid to my side and I could, again, hear the  “ tssssssss” sound.

 Hot against cold.

I turned and faced her naked body, her breasts, her sex, her face. … I’ve…had to kiss her.

 Her demanded hand ported on the nape of my neck got lost at my wetted hair.

The need spread at our lips.

When the kiss ended – but it never really ended because night forgot to bring tiredness and rain couldn’t stop the fire.

At that terrace there were some kind of invisible fuel and the sparks flying from us made the pyre burn alive throughout the night and survive to the rain.

When I faced the dark, rainy sky,with raindrops playing in my face and my first and only love by my side, breathing sounds of delight at my ear I could just smile my gratitude.