Another evening of warm summer rain is upon us. The sky is burnt orange with wispy, off-white clouds floating above. I feel alive. Tired of sitting around the house, I grab his hand, leading him through our backyard and into the woods. Running barefoot and giggling with the earth squishing between our toes—he knows what I’m doing and where I'm going.

I take him to the ancient oak tree, the one that stands majestically isolated in the meadow. This is my tree. My happy place. He sits down, leaning against its strong trunk, sitting on his lap, straddling and facing him. The rain has my dark hair flattening, curling, and clumping together as the droplets run down my face.

My beige linen dress starts to stick to my skin, revealing my curves. The thin fabric outlines my breasts, showcasing my perky nipples. His hands start to explore my body, caressing my back. Removing the straps from my delicate shoulders, they fall, just as the rain does, gliding down my skin. 

I press my face into his neck, breathing him in, ignoring the scent of everything else the rain has brought back to life with its touch. His blue eyes twinkle brightly as he looks at me. So in love, fulfilled and content. His palm finds my cheek. I lean into it, grasping his hand with mine and closing my eyes. When I open them, I realize everything is so lush, green, and vibrant. Everything is tranquil. Birds are singing all around us. The meadow is awake. 

I admire his perfect face. His dirty blond hair is a mess. His lips are so perfect and pastel pink, like the pink clover in the meadow. I lean into them for a deep kiss. Our tongues dance a serenade together while I feel his hands on my hips as he starts to shimmy my dress up. His large, masculine hands reach under to my ass cheeks. He massages and squeezes them, pulling them apart.  A wave of anticipation starts to build inside of me. 

Reaching down, I unbutton the shorts he is wearing, freeing his hard cock. It springs up, erect and ready. There is no need to moisten his hardness; the rain is dumping heavily on us. I stroke his shaft up and down, causing him to get harder. Ever so slowly, I move up his lap, positioning myself to sit upon him. He helps lift me to sit perfectly on his eager cock. As I lower myself slowly onto him, I let out a soft moan. The feeling of him stretching me as he enters sends currents of pleasure through my body.  We embrace, and I rock my hips forward and backward. We are woven together like vines searching for the light.

Our mouths meet again, eager to taste the other. Hungry for the passion that’s shared between us. He pulls my dress down over my breasts, lightly squeezing them, melting me like the frost as the morning sun rises. He circles my nipples with his fingertips, sending goosebumps down my spine. Holding onto my back, he gently leans forward as he lays me softly down to the wet earth, never pulling out of me. 

I’m surrounded by wildflowers. Daisies and Lupine sway in the breeze as droplets of rain bounce off them. Lifting my legs into the air, bent at the knees, he inserts his hard cock fluidly in and out of me. I raise my hands above my head, grounding myself into the earth with my fingertips, so with each thrust I can meet him halfway. Gasping, I can feel his balls slapping my ass. This brings a smile to my face. I know he is in as deeply as he can go, and he takes my breath away. 

Our bodies are one. Each motion is mirrored in the other. Thunderclaps in the air around us as he plants his creamy seed deep inside of me. Collapsing on top of me, we hold each other, letting the rain refresh and renew us. Our lips are inseparable. Our hands rooting into the other’s flesh. With eyes locked, I can see the sky reflecting in his. He whispers he loves me. I tell him I love him, too.