This post is for the "Five Sentence Fiction" exercise from the blog Lilith McFerrin Writes. You can find it here: http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-rain/
This word for this week was Rain.
The touch upon her skin was warm and gentle, sending shivers of ecstasy shooting through her very center making her wish that it could last forever.
It had been so long, this drought of sensation, leading her to soak in this stolen moment with near evangelical reverence.
She was so wet, dripping in the hope that there could be more, more depth, more often, just..more.
She lifted her face for the kiss knowing she didn't deserve these snatches of relief and release and then, hesitated, waiting for the abrupt end she knew was due.
With the slam of a screen door, the obscenity-laden directive to "get her sorry ass in the goddamn kitchen and put some supper on the table" led her to open her eyes and come in out of the rain.