River Walk Gone Right

The wind bit as Natasha and Tom walked down the same stretch of river they had always walked down. As they rounded the bend, the clouds opened. Within minutes they were soaked through, their clothes hugging their skin as the rain came down. Natasha's hair was slick down the side of her face when Tom suggested they move out of the rain and into the bushes, she half cracked a smile as she knew what was about to happen.

They sprang off the path and into the tree line, sitting on a fallen trunk that was lying at Tom's waist height. "We'll just have to wait for this rain to blow over," Tom said.

"Could be a while and I'm already soaked through" added Natasha.

Tom took his jacket off and laid it inside out, beside her on the tree trunk, "you can sit here for now" he said motioning to the dry spot created by his jacket. As she sat on the trunk leaning back, he took her hand. "You are freezing," Tom said, his eyes locking onto hers. With his other hand he brushed the strand of hair that the rain had stuck to her forehead behind her ear. He slowly caressed her neck and motioned her face towards his, as he moved to meet her.

As their lips met, he moved his hand back to her neck, stroking her soft skin, moving between the base of her hairline and her ear. As the intensity of the kiss grew, he began to massage her earlobe and she let out a sigh. They were sharing a passionate kiss, the kind a couple would share after months apart. Both of Tom's hands were now either side of Natasha's head, holding it firm as he moved his mouth down towards her neck. Her hands moved to the back of his head as she pushed him closer in and began to let out heavy breaths. Tom traced the line of her neck back up towards her mouth, almost as if to gather some composure but he did not get the chance. Natasha bit hard onto his lip causing him to instinctively pull tight onto her long black hair.

Tom pulled her hair back exposing her neck and began to kiss it and nip at it with his teeth. Moving down her neck to the collar of her drenched t-shirt. Stepping back and placing his hands on her shoulders he commented "this shirt is soaking", she looked at him. "Maybe I should take it off" she smiled. Tom didn't have time to give an answer as his hands moved to remove her shirt. He moved his lips back onto her neck and crouching down he followed it to the tops of her breasts. His hands were now on them as he pushed them together and went between them with his tongue. He moved his hands from underneath and moved them around to her back, he always fumbled when it came to removing her bra. As he was fumbling Natasha reached forward and began to undo his belt, she unbuttoned the front of his jeans and slid her hands inside his boxer shorts.

As she gripped his already hard shaft, Tom let out a grunt and managed to unhook her bra. He began squeezing her nipple between his thumb and index finger, gently at first. Rolling it, before squeezing harder. Tom took his other hand and moved it underneath, pushing it up to meet his lips. He took her nipple between her teeth and began to bite down, biting harder before relaxing into a suck and drawing his teeth back towards the end. Natasha moaned, her grip on his cock tightened and her strokes became faster. He moved his hand away from her chest and placed it onto her knee, keeping the nipple firmly between his teeth. He caressed her inner thigh as he moved up her skirt. She wriggled backwards onto the fallen tree to allow him better access. He could feel her warmth as he pushed her underwear to the side. He slid his fingers around the outside of her vagina and gently teased her clitoris. Dropping onto his knees, Tom pushed up Natasha's skirt and placed his head between her legs.

Tom's tongue was moving slowly from the back to the front, his fingers still playing with her clit. Once his tongue had reached the front he let go and using his teeth to hold it gently in place he began to lick it furiously. As he licked, Natasha pulled at his hair, pulling him in close. She moaned again and pushed him back. Natasha stood up straight, turned away from him, rolled up her skirt and placed her hands on the tree trunk. Looking back at him, he knew what to do next. Tom dropped his jeans and pushed her underwear aside, taking himself in his hands and sliding inside her. Natasha went rigid with pleasure.

As Tom began to thrust, he traced her spine and grabbed a handful of her hair from the back of her head. His other hand moved around her front and resumed the rubbing on her clitoris. Every thrust he made was met with an equal push back from Natasha, she used the tree trunk to push back until she was almost standing upright. Tom slowed his thrusts and allowed Natasha to set the pace for a while, her plunges were slower but deeper than his angry, quick thrusting motions. He pulled back and out of Natasha. She turned to face him as she shuffled back onto the log. Tom stepped forward once again, this time supporting her head and placing the other round her back for support. The skin contact alone was sensual enough for Natasha but she craved more. Natasha took him again in her hand and used his swollen head to pleasure herself never breaking eye contact. With a cheeky wink, she inserted his throbbing penis inside.

Tom began thrusting again, taking note from Natasha, slowly and deeply at first. Occasionally he forgot himself and became quicker and sharper before regaining control and slowing. Natasha's breathing became heavier and deeper, Tom took this as his cue to move faster. He moved in and out, getting quicker with every movement. Natasha's hand moved onto her clit, she rubbed in time with his strokes. Tom noticed her eyes begin to close as he knew she was close. His grip around her back became harder as his nails began to dig in. The hand behind her head was once again grasping at her hair. Natasha's head flew back as she let out a scream and she began to go limp.

Natasha was ecstatic but she knew there was more that needed doing. She removed his cock from her tingling vagina and dropped to her knees. She moved her hand up and down his hard shaft and placed the end into her mouth. Taking her hair and collecting it into a long ponytail which she invited Tom to hold behind her head. Taking her hand away, her head remained stationary as he thrust into her open mouth. Once she had found his rhythm, she started matching it with the movement of her head and placed her hand on his cock again. Her lips and hand made a tight seal around his twitching shaft. She stopped, with his penis still in her mouth, she moved her hands up the back of his t-shirt. Pulling him towards her slowly she took in as much as she could before removing his from her mouth. She took his dick in her hand, glistening and wet and placed it between her breasts. She moved her own hands up and pushed her tits together, moving them up and down as he thrusted between them. She looked up at his face and noticed as his knees began to go that he was nearly there. With a few final powerful thrusts she felt his warmth splash up towards her neck and then run down into her cleavage. They both let out a powerful sigh as he collapsed down to her.