As evening approached on that spring day, Ian took my hand and we walked in the rain. It wasn't long before the soft showers had turned into a hardened down pour. Our bodies were quickly soaked and we sought shelter beneath a lush elm tree. Kneeling face-to-face in the wet grass, the blades gave way under our weight. Clothing became like a second skin and our hair was dripping and hung close to our heads. My breasts were visible through the saturated white silk dress that hugged my body. Protruding nipples were like magnets for his fingertips as he coaxed them further into his palms. Ian caressed my cheek with the backs of his fingers and delicately kissed my mouth. I sipped the delicious nectar of rainwater from his lips.
The rain continued to pour down on us. He looked into my eyes, held one hand gently behind my neck and the other smoothed over my cheek. My lips parted at the urging of his thumb tracing their curve. As he leaned in close to my mouth, I trembled and he grasped my neck firmly with his hand before he brushed his lips against mine. He spoke softly, "I want you. I want you now." Then his hands were in motion. One relinquished a damp cheek to explore a nearly-naked breast and the other slid down to the small of my back to pull me closer. The deep blue specs in his light blue eyes had me captivated. A strong jaw and chiseled cheekbones attracted my fingers to outline his face. Ian's hand glided over the curve of my breast and traveled upward toward my neck. His splayed fingers came to rest on my throat. I inhaled and he covered my open mouth with his own kissing me long, slow, and with passion. I opened my eyes to look up at him. I was so in love with him, if I died at that moment I would have died happily. With his strength he lifted me with one arm around my waist and placed me gently onto the soggy ground. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me tenderly. My breath was no longer my own. He had come to possess me and all that I was or could be.
The skirt of my soaked dress clung to my thighs. He peeled it back and lifted it over my waist. My thin panties were torn away with a quick movement of his hand. He hovered over me holding himself up by the strength of his outstretched arms. I was his willing captive. He drew my hands together and held them above my head. His other hand fumbled with his belt and pants and he freed himself to my pleasurable sight. He raised himself up and over me; his knees parting my limbs. Gorgeous blue orbs hypnotized me and my breath quickened. My chest rising high with each inhalation. His mouth moved to my neck and the tip of his tongue trailed down the center of my chest to breasts waiting for his touch. A smile crossed his lips as he entered me. My back bowed in response to the pleasurable ingress and warmth soothed my rain-chilled body.
