July 15th, 2010
A flash of lightning and a crash of thunder. The storm broke and rain began pounding on the roof. She turned to him and grabbed his hand, the look in her eyes something between arousal and pleading. He smiled down at her and nodded. They stood together and rushed to the kitchen.
Standing in front of the sliding glass doors they stripped off their clothes. He shrugged out of his quickly while she removed her bra. His hands found her shirt and slid it up over her head. Together they pulled off her jeans and panties. He kissed her eagerly, one arm sliding around her waist as the other flung open the door.
The rain poured down as, giggling, they rushed out into the yard. Hands stroking each other’s now damp skin, they wrapped their arms around each other, mouths pressed tightly together.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
They tumbled to the ground, bodies slick and hungry for each other in the hot summer storm. They kissed and stroked and wrapped each other up. The cool drops matting hair against their heads doing nothing to stem their fire. He slid into her and she clung to him as they made love in the grass, with the lightning and thunder their music.
When they were done, they lay together, water running over their steaming bodies. Fingers trailing raindrops over fleshy curves. Happy to be together and to love each other. Grateful there were no neighbors to peer into the yard. This was their paradise with each other.