First touch of strong fingers entwined in mine, the warmth of skin through the crispness of your shirtsleeve, resting arm on arm. Butterflies tremble deep inside. The depth of your eyes magnetizing. Whispering in my ear all those magical things a woman longs to hear. The sweetness of your breathe on my neck awakens my skin endlessly.
Walking along hand in hand underneath the veil of moon kissed night. Resisting every ounce of desire to reach up and kiss you, infinitely. The sensation of heat radiating from your skin, as if heaven is bleeding through your shirt. Reaching the edge of the lake, tall oak trees enveloping us underneath their sturdy canopy.
Pressing my back against the course bark of the tree. The totality of senses heightened to an impassioned state clutching you close, lips converging as tongues plead longingly. The relevance of our bodies coupling firmly together as our kiss deepens in passionate urgency, igniting a spark within, my hands ensnaring your arms.
The buttons of your crisp shirt come undone one by one. Hearts pulsating firmly as our clothing collects on the ground. Sweet whispers as gentle breezes brush against heated bodies, stimulating skin. Exposing flesh to the open surroundings eagerly absorbing each other through slippery tongues.
Fingers gliding over supple skin as we lay on the blanket, the cool ground penetrating and desire burns its seductive flame, a whispery breathe calling your name. Your firmness rousing against wanting flesh. As the wetness of cool tongue traces and kisses at firm nipples. Sliding over quivering flesh as the path to ecstasy is traced. The rain beginning to pat softly, glistening our bare skin.
The scent of you invigorating to me is intoxicatingly sweet, and spicy as it mixes with the freshness of the dampened grass. Lost in tender pleading kisses, those strong hands slowly moving higher along my thighs. Moistness interludes with the gentle swaying of hips. Tension builds as the coolness of lusts beckoning tongue lingers in moments of pleasure gliding fervently on tender skin as the rush of climactic moans and waves of clenching passion begin.
It is then that passion overcomes to penetration succumbs. The weight of your body bearing down, hand gently lifting my derriere from the ground as roles reverse. Deep eyes glistening looking into mine as slow passion builds the rain trickles down whetted skin. The feeling of fullness inside undeniable ecstasy as we commence on this slow, teasing ride.