0 comments/ 23766 views/ 0 favorites Under The Willow Tree By: ibreath4u This story was written for someone, dear to me. Always remember: A dream is a wish the heart makes. For this dream, I wished for you, comes from my heart. * * * * * They walked across the lawn, on the cool evening, she wore a light airy yellow sun dress and nothing else as requested, they held hands and talked quietly a couple of times, however just being with each other and finally being so close, was something both of their hearts had been aching for. He stopped for a moment, pulling her to him placing his nose against her neck he inhaled, to again reassure himself that she was actually here before him, in the flesh. He placed feather kisses along her cheek bone to her lips, followed by his thumb. The moment his lips touched hers she was lost in his world, she melted into him trying desperately to become one with him. To her life had just begun, and she could not imagine life without him. He reluctantly ended the kiss as her body still ached for more, lips still slightly open, with his sweet taste lingering. Once again they were silent as he lead her to a weeping willow in the center of the yard, pulling back a path in the willows as if they were a curtain, to a glorious room, bowing slightly and waiting for her to enter, as she passed he let one side fall and gave her a little swat on her derriere, she gave a soft giggle and a heart warming smile, letting the other side fall and giving them the privacy that they both had so long wished for. Ushering her to the center of the tree, he lifts her arms above her head as he slips her sun dress off her now naked body. Backing her up against the base of the willow, with another wonderful kiss, that sent her senses in to over drive. She had no idea how he had done it but she found herself facing the trunk of the tree with her breasts pressed tightly against the bark, he wrapped her hands around the tree whispering to her to stay, reaching up with his pocket knife he gave a clean swipe and cut off about 4 ft of one of the vines, folding his knife and tucking it back in his jeans, sliding his hand down it to remove the leaves, she felt it as he placed it over her shoulder, gliding it down her back until it dropped at his feet, this time he brought it up between the cheeks of her ass, slowly her breathing became heavier, and her moans became deeper, when it clears her cheeks and again falls at his feet, there is a pause as she readies herself for what she knows is to come, for they have spoke of this often, she put her full trust in him, and on that thought, she felt the first sting to her tender body and true to his words he left only marks that will fade away shortly, she is moaning now loudly and begging for him to stop and make love to her, he gives her a few more before, he tosses it to the ground, leaving her begging and pleading for the feel of him inside her. Shedding his clothes, he steps behind her, teasing her now glistening and dripping pussy, he slowly slides the velvety head of his engorged lust, pulling out and starting, every couple of inches and starting again slowly tormenting her beyond her senses, as he slides all the way in holding the feel of her wrapped around his hardness, as he listens to he gasps and feels her trembling, he knows it is not from the cold, however her senses are on over load as he gentle builds a rhythm moving faster and deeper and deeper with each, in stroke he smiles with the knowledge that she is on her third orgasm, perhaps his smile s a bit smug as he slightly gloats, that it was him alone whom she is calling out to as each wave washes over her, he builds and builds until he know longer can stop himself and she feels him cum yelling as if he were a wild animal deeply inside of her so deeply that it sets off the last and most powerful of all her orgasms, and he glories in the moment as she screams his name... Laying together wrapped in each others arms, he hears her whisper "I Love You" as they drift off to sleep. Under the Willow Tree I hadn't paid any attention to the shape of Amish girls' backsides until one of them mentioned it. I was on the front porch of the farmhouse I'd bought with the advance from my last novel. It was a perfect spot to work on the new book. It was June, and I was halfway into the third chapter. I was on the open front porch and about to write another thousand words when I heard them coming. At least a dozen young Amish women, sweating in the summer sun, hair up in white bonnets, pastel dresses down to their ankles, formed a bicycle parade past the house. They laughed and called back and forth to each other. They paid me no mind. They stopped at the weeping willow tree at the roadside. It wasn't far from the barn where I parked the car and kept all the unpacked junk. The tree cast a massive shadow over the road that time of day. The young women stood over their bikes and chatted in rapid fire Dutch. I had the feeling the conversation was full of dirty jokes. There were lots of blushing faces, shocked expressions, and covered mouths. They were all beautiful. Most could've been Teutonic Viking shield maidens. Their cheekbones were high and firm, their necks were tanned, and their hands looked strong enough to snap the necks of chickens without effort. I could see some of their legs, strong from all the farm work, bike rides, and walks, exposed by the hems of their dresses resting on their bent knees. Their calves were hard, and I wondered if they'd shaved their legs. The gossip died out as they parted in small groups. Two stayed behind. They could've been sisters. They talked more, but the tone was different. The volume and speed had dropped. The shorter of the two rubbed her fingers over the handlebars of her bike. The other smiled a naughty grin. I thought they were talking about boyfriends or husbands. The body language was all there. The taller one laughed, and then motioned for the other to follow as she rode away. The other smiled and her rock-solid calves pumped the bike pedals to catch up. I didn't think about them for a week or so. I was well into the fifth chapter when I saw the Amish Girl Parade again. They cruised by on their basket-laden bikes, not bothering to stop by the willow tree on that foggy morning. They were birds zipping through the clouds, only visible for moments. The cute short one burst from the fog and whizzed past, giving me a brief glance before turning her head to call back. "Don't get lost." A voice came from the fog behind her. "I won't." The tall one came into view just as the short one disappeared near the willow tree. "I'll just follow that sweet little ass of yours." I almost dropped my tea. I watched for them every day after that. I soon learned to tell them apart, despite the matching bonnets and dresses. The tall one was Gina. The short one was Myra. There were not sisters. I couldn't tell if Myra had a sweet little ass because the unflattering dresses took all the curves from her body. I became intrigued with what was underneath the plain dresses. They showed only necks, ankles, forearms, and sometimes those lovely calves. The dresses left plenty to the imagination. They concealed instead of revealed. They were wrapping paper. I wondered if their legs were shaved, if their bushes were trimmed, if their stomachs were flat, if their breasts were full, if their hips were wide, and if they knew how to give a blowjob. I remembered I hadn't been laid in over a year. I remembered I was forty. I remembered the novel. I poured myself back into it. I made good progress until the thunderstorm a week later. It was a good August storm. A sky-splitting, Earth-drenching storm that you felt coming for hours ahead of time. I watched it from the porch all day as it rolled in from the west like a Roman army that crushed everything in sight. It drenched everything in its path, letting up only to punish you with a wet blanket of humidity that made showering worthless. The storms came back an hour later, cracking louder than cannon shots and pushing a wall of water across all I could see. I heard the laughter between the thunderclaps. I sat up in time to see Gina and Myra, wet as happy ducks, ride past the house. Their dresses were soaked through and stuck to their bodies like pastel tattoos. I could make out Myra's sweet little strong ass and Gina's hefty breasts. Their legs were splashed with mud. Gina's bonnet was long gone. They stopped at the willow tree, ditching their bikes in my yard as the rain doubled in drops and ferocity. They scampered through the lowest willow branches, sagged to the ground from the water weight, and disappeared from sight, laughing like nymphs. I sneaked down from the porch and quick-stepped to the tree. The wet grass made my footfalls silent. I dropped onto my belly and low crawled up to the edge of the willow branches. It was dark under there, but I could see enough. Gina sat with her back against the trunk of the tree, her feet planted, her legs spread, and her dress pulled up to her waist. Myra was on her elbows and knees, still wearing her bonnet, and licking away at Gina's cunt. Lightning flashed. For a moment, I had a perfect Polaroid picture. Gina laughed, holding the trunk of the tree for support as Myra lapped and slurped at her rain-splashed puss. They plunged back into darkness. My eyes fought to adjust while I listened to them laugh and speak dirty Dutch. Lightning flashed. Another Polaroid. Gina, hand clamped onto Myra's head, bucked her cunt up into her girlfriend's face as Myra slurped at her clit and crammed three fingers inside her. Thunder roared. More Polaroid flashes. I saw them kissing with Gina's come staining their mouths. I saw them groping each other's breasts through their soaked dresses. For a moment, I thought they saw me. Gina froze after a lightning flash. Myra turned around. They looked straight at me. My heart stopped. I didn't breathe. They laughed. They said something in Dutch and went back to kissing and fondling. It was several seconds before I decided to breathe again. I began to low crawl backwards. They seemed to be done, and I wanted to leave no sign I was ever there. Myra stopped me. She stood up and wagged a disapproving finger at Gina. Her Dutch took on a stern tone. Gina smiled and crab-walked backwards to the tree trunk. She sat against it again as Myra stood up and pulled off her soaked dress. She kept the bonnet on. Her ass was as perfect as I'd imagined. I thought I could bounce a quarter off it. Her legs were as strong as any professional bicyclist, and the arches of her feet would make any architect drool. She stood with her hands on her hips. There was another Polaroid flash of lightning. I could see Gina through the A-frame of Myra's legs. She rubbed her clit and smiled up at her lover. Myra stood over Gina's face. Gina grabbed that perfect ass with both hands and plunged her tongue into Myra's cunt. Myra braced her hands on the tree trunk and growled more dirty Dutch. Gina pushed Myra's cunt onto her face, smearing her mouth and chin with juice. She reached up and pumped two fingers in her, making wet slapping sounds with each thrust. Myra moaned and gasped, clutching at her breasts and grinding her cunt on Gina's face. She reached down and pulled Gina's hand away from her cunt. She slid Gina's hand up and pressed Gina's fingers against her asshole. I stopped breathing again. Lightning flashed. Gina licked away at Myra's clit while she pumped two wet fingers in her ass. Myra's strong legs shook as she came. Her shouts were louder than the thunder. She stamped the ground with one foot and her hips rotated almost out of control as she pushed her beautiful ass down on Gina's fingers, getting every last ounce out of her orgasm. There was another thunderclap, but softer now. The storm was moving away. I low crawled backwards, almost the length of the house. I scampered around the back corner and then sneaked around the far corners of the house. I peeked around the last one. They were coming out from under the branches. They were both dressed. They said nothing. They looked around, checking out the house. I ducked back just in time. I heard them giggling. They were approaching the front steps of the house. I stepped back a bit more, ready to run and hide behind the house. They came closer. I took another step back. They were talking at the front steps. There were whispers and more giggles. There was silence. There was outright laughter, and then I heard them pedaling away on their bikes down the wet road. I waited until they were small specks on the road before coming out from the corner. I was soaked to the bones, and not just from rainwater. I sloshed to the front steps, and then I stopped. They had left a note in the porch door latch. The paper must have stayed dry in one of their purses. It read, "Wij zagen u." I looked around for them. They were long gone. I went inside and sat down in my wet clothes at my computer. I found an online Dutch translator. I translated the note. "We saw you." I'm waiting for the next big storm. END Under the Willow Tree The alarm clock screamed waking her suddenly from a dream she didn't want to leave. She sighed sleepily, rubbing her eyes and frowning at the noisy black box as she smacked it off. She turned her head to the man next to her noticing that while the clock blared he had not stirred. Nor did he stir as she wiggled her naked self out of his embrace. It wasn't until she had vacated the bed that he pulled her pillow to him and hugged it instead, continuing to sleep. She padded barefoot through the thick soft carpet around the bed and into the master bath. Light came in from all around and warmed her skin as the breeze through the windows lightly tossed her wavy hair making it brush across her skin sending shivers down her spine and causing her nips to stand at full attention. She turned to look in the mirror, pulled back her shoulders and stuck out her chest. Smiling ever so slightly she reached up and pinched a nipple rolling it slowly between the pad of her thumb and the knuckle of her index finger. Tiny bolts of lightning traveled quickly from her pinched nipple, down her side, across her thighs, and finally to the hot spot between them. "Damn, I love my nipples," she whispered to herself as she placed both hands over her breasts so the stiff nipples poked into her palm. She gave a quick massaging squeeze before going about her morning bathroom routine. ***** His mind awoke first, making sure all circuits were clear to operate for the day. His ears began to hear things around him; the faint sound of birds outside and a mechanical vibrating noise emanating from the bathroom. His body began to leave the weightlessness of a dreamy sleep and feel the effects of gravity as he became aware of his hard on pressing into the mattress below him. Finally, he opened his eyes and focused at the clock. "Ugh," he grunted, as he rolled onto his back, his hard-on pitching a tent with the sheet. "It's too early," he said to himself as he rubbed an eye with one hand and his hard-on with the other. The vibrating noise in the bathroom stopped and he heard the water running in the sink. He looked down at his makeshift tent and grinned as she walked, still naked, through the door into the bedroom. She stopped and smirked at his tent before leaning down to kiss his cheek. "Good morning to you, too!" "So I was thinking maybe we could go camping this weekend?" His lopsided grin was irresistible and she reached down to crush the tent and grab his cock, giving it a tight squeeze he grinned even wider. "Aw, I guess we can't. I ruined the tent," she whined sarcastically. He raised his hips pushing his cock through her hand. "That's okay. You can make it up to me later." She released his hard-on and walked to the dresser. "Only if you go for a run with me today." She bent over, wiggling her firm, round ass, as she dug through the drawer pretending she couldn't find what she was looking for. He tossed the covers back, staring at the brown eye that was winking at him and the hairless pussy lips peeking out from underneath. He moved towards her quietly as he could, but she heard him anyway, standing quickly and spinning to face him as he grabbed her. Poking his cock to her stomach and planting his mouth on her nip he brought it to attention once more by flicking his tongue up and down then left and right. He stood, smiling proudly at this as she giggled and pushed him away. ***** They stood next to each other on the front porch, leaning and bending this way and that as they stretched their muscles, preparing for their run. "Ready?" she asked and they took off down the steps, to the end of the driveway, and onto the road. The sun was hot and higher in the sky now, though the breeze had not died and cooled their faces as they ran against it. Mostly they matched each others pace, but occasionally he would slip behind her enough to watch the muscles in her back working and the cheeks of her ass jiggling slightly with each footstep. With his eyes, he felt her thick thighs and the sensitive back of the knee, down her curvy calves and back up to her perfect ass, before catching up to run beside her. "You getting slow on me?" she panted, looking directly ahead. He grinned. "No... Just enjoying the view," he panted back, looking at her out of the corner of his eye as a smile touched her lips. They ran down the road dipping in and out of shady spots until the trees got closer together and the houses further apart. They hooked a left down a well-walked path leading into the trees. The birds were their only company as they had not seen another person for the mile they had run on the path. She passed a familiar landmark and began to slow her speed, quickly coming to a stop, he stopped with her. Breathing heavily with a twinkle in her eye she beckoned him to follow her deeper into the trees. They stepped, dipped, and ducked their way through the trees. She knew exactly where she was going, leading him to the place she had found a few days ago during a run without him. Another familiar landmark, a small boulder sitting alone amongst the trees, and she headed towards it. "Where are we going?" "We're close. No worries." And they were close, for no sooner had she said it, they reached a clearing in the trees where the calm waters of a pond sparkled in the sunlight. "What are we doing here? I'm not swimming in that," he protested. She rolled her eyes. "I didn't bring you here to swim." Smiling slyly, she pointed across the pond to a very large weeping willow. "Hm... I wonder what's under that tree over there?" Looking over her shoulder she beckoned him to follow as she headed around the pond. He stood for only second watching her bend under a fallen tree before chasing after her. She beat him to the tree, slipped between the long, thick leaves and disappeared from his sight. He stopped. "I can't even see you!" Her voice called out, sounding far away but clear, "I know." He could hear her grinning as she spoke. "Why don't you come see what's under here?" She didn't have to tell him twice! He slipped through the leaves of the willow tree on his hands and knees, discovering soft grass beneath and a topless woman sitting ahead, her sports bra hanging from a low branch. "My, my," he whispered. "This must be a lucky tree to have something this nice underneath it." He crawled to her feet, running his tongue up her leg to her knee, and slowly up her thigh. Her legs relaxed and spread slightly as his face made it to the hot spot between her thighs. He pressed his face against her, kissing her pussy through her shorts and inhaling the mixed aroma of her juices and sweat. He worked her other leg with his tongue slowly from thigh to knee to ankle before pulling his shirt over his head and laying it on the grass. As she lay back and spread her legs, he placed his hands on either side of her stomach. Positioned between her legs he leaned down to flick her bellybutton with his tongue, then moved forward as he licked and nibbled his way to her breasts, licking the underside of each one from left to right and then back again. She put her hands on his arms feeling his muscles flex as he maneuvered around her breasts. He flicked her nips with his tongue and she squeezed his arms exhaling a soft moan. Reaching up she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to her, feeling his hard cock bump her pussy and her nipples graze his bare chest, she whispered in his ear "Fuck your slut under this tree." As she whispered the dirty words to him his cock jumped in his shorts reminding him that he still had them on. He pushed them past his knees and did the same with hers. Noticing that his naughty girl didn't have any panties on was a gorgeous sight and he couldn't wait to stuff his cock into her. He pushed her thighs to her chest and heard her grunt. "You losing your flexibility on me?" She shook her head no, wrapped her arms behind her knees, pulled them closer to her chest, and locked her hands to prove it, leaving her bald pussy open for him to do as he pleased. He stared it for a moment, reveling in how perfect it was while he slowly stroked his cock. He leaned towards her pushing the head against her hole and let it slide up her lips until it bumped her clit. Back down to her hole, sliding up to bump her clit, again and again until her hips were rocking and her puffed wet pussy was silently begging him to enter her. He pushed his head on her slick hole feeling her lips slide open to accommodate. A little further and he felt her constrict on his cock head. They both moaned as he pushed a little further until half of his seven inches were buried inside. He pulled back slowly until his cock-head almost popped out and pushed back in again. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, as his cock slid in centimeters at a time. "So tight..." he whispered. "Then stop messing around and fuck it already!" she growled. She rarely had to tell him twice when it came to sex and he obliged by grabbing her thighs and shoving his cock in until his balls flapped on her ass causing her to squeal. He continued to ram her vigorously as she carefully slid her shorts off over her running shoes and wrapped her legs around his waist. He relocated his hands to her hips, disappointed that this position didn't give him the beautiful view of his cock slamming her pussy that he really liked, but she made it worth his while when she put her middle finger in her mouth and sucked on it. Covered in spit, she thrust her finger between her legs to her hard clit. The pressure on her clit automatically caused her pussy to tighten on his cock. He groaned and leaned forward, hands landing in the soft grass near her shoulders. The breeze didn't penetrate the thick leaves of the willow tree and he had begun to sweat. It dripped off the tip of his nose landing right between the lovely mounds of pale flesh. With his ear so close to her mouth she couldn't resist reaching up to blow her hot gasps in his ear, then suck the lobe into her mouth, nibbling on it, before moaning "Your whore wants you to come in her slut cunt." He suddenly withdrew his cock from her. She gasped in protest as he grabbed her arms and pulled her to a half-sitting position before twisting her so she was forced to flip onto her stomach. She could feel blades of grass poking everywhere on her naked body. The smell of dirt invaded her nose as grass tickled her ear raising goosebumps from head to toe. As her hand immediately disappeared under her and towards her hot spot, they expertly arranged themselves so he was straddling her closed legs. She arched her back, raising her ass to him, as he stroked his pussy-soaked cock between her ass cheeks. Without warning he slipped down and crammed his cock up her tight hole causing her to grunt into the grass. Her hand fit so nicely between her thighs and cupped her entire mound. The length of her middle finger lay perfectly between her pussy lips with the tip barely grazing his cock as he pumped her pussy and the knuckle nestled perfectly over her clit. She waited for a few seconds to catch his rhythm before moving her own body in harmony. She pushed her ass up to meet his in stroke with her finger against her clit sliding along for the ride. On his out stroke, she rolled her hips towards the ground feeling her pelvic bone grind the palm of her hand. She squeezed her thighs together causing an amazing tight pressure around the base of his cock and on the insides of her thighs where her hand lay. He could feel the tip of her finger grazing the underside of his shaft as she pumped her hips and he knew she wouldn't last long. Soon she began to grind her hand harder and faster, raising her hips off the ground and dropping, and occasionally ceasing to breath only to start again, panting harder than before. Her orgasm was building up quickly and it was going to be big. Suddenly she stopped breathing, raised her hips off the ground and seemed to hump the air furiously as her finger slipped quickly and lightly across her clit. Her orgasm exploded through her loins and she cried out dropping back to the ground. He held on tightly to her hips for fear of slipping on her wetness and sweat as her pussy spasmed around his cock. Her hips slowed, but he didn't as he pound her from the rear. Every thrust caused his cock to slide across her sensitive g-spot, but all he heard from her was a breathless "Mm.... Oh.... Ah.... Oh...." as she lay in the grass composing herself. When she felt she could move again she shoved herself back, impaling herself on his cock. Not wanting to be heard she turned her head and glared at him over her shoulder. "Are you going to come in my pussy?" she hissed. He squeezed her hips, as his eyes rolled back in his head, sweat running down his face and neck. "Do it," she moaned. "I want your jizz to fill my tight cunt!" One deep thrust with a growl and his cock spurted it's sticky fluid into her, as they slowed their pace to match the jerks and twitches of his cock. They both sighed as he relaxed and sat down heavily on her legs. Her body lay upon the grass now warmed by the heat and sweat of her body as his cock slowly deflated, slipping out while he leaned down to kiss her back. He heard her mumble something, but her face was pressed to the grass. "What did you say?" She turned her head and spoke more clearly. "Get off o'me! It's hot under here." He complied and she rolled over, bits of grass and dirt sticking to her slick skin from face to foot. She noticed his grin and looked down. "Guess it looks like I'm going for a swim after all," she grinned, placing her shorts on the branch next to her bra and kicking her shoes off. She crawled past him to the hanging leaves of the willow tree. He could see his cum oozing out of her and down the insides of her thighs. She poked her head out to make sure no one was around and quickly moved into a sprinters starting position before sprinting across the patch of grass that lie between the tree and the edge of the pond. He was pulling his shorts over one leg when he heard the splash and over the other leg as she sputtered to the surface. He grabbed his shirt, which had been bunched up and pushed aside during their sex session, before crawling his way out between the willow leaves. Under the Willow Tree "If I never met you, I wouldn't like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't miss you. But I did, I do, and I will." --Unknown ****** Middle of the night. I'm laying beside you, snuggled up against your chest, sleeping ever so soundly. You lie awake, listening to the rain start to pelt the windows. Over the next several minutes, it gets harder and harder until it's coming down at a good steady pace. You look down at me, softly caress my cheek and kiss my forehead, which causes me to stir. "Princess?" I shift in the bed, bringing my arm up over your chest and curling my hand around your neck. "Lore? Wake up, baby," you whisper as you turn towards me and pull my entire body into yours. I stir again and finally open my eyes. The biggest smile dances across my face as I see you next to me. You smile back at me in return. "Can't sleep, honey?" I ask, giving you a light kiss on the lips. "It's raining pretty hard outside," you inform me. At first, that piece of information doesn't really hit me. "Mmmm hmmm," I moan. "Princess...I said...it's raining pretty hard outside," you repeat. "I heard you the first ti---oh!" Finally, I catch on. I giggle. "Ya want to?" "More than anything." "What're we waiting for then?!" I ask, hopping out of bed and heading for the front door. You're not far behind me. Suddenly VERY awake, I tear out into the rain as it pours down in buckets. I stop, look up towards the sky, enjoying the pelting of the rain on my face as my little baby doll nightie gets thoroughly soaked through. You come up and stand in front of me, then slip your arms around my waist and pull me into you as you, too, look up towards the sky. "This feels awesome," I whisper as the cool, crisp rain cuts through the warm summer air. "You feel awesome." I smile up at you as you look down at me...your eyes so full of lust and love. We lean in and our lips meet for a light kiss, but it's electrifying nonetheless. Sparks fly as the rain continues around us. Without warning, you take my hand in yours and tear off across the parking lot with me in tow. You don't slow until we're across the way in this little grassy area beneath a willow tree. You turn and quickly take me in your arms, pulling me in for a deep, passionate kiss. You kiss me hard and I kiss you back with everything I've got. My soft, pink, pouty lips emanating all that I feel for you as the rain, now a slight bit less intense under the minimal cover of the willow tree, continues to pelt our hot skin and drench us. "We're soaking wet!" I giggle. "I bet you are...and it's not from the rain," you suggest. "What makes you so sure?" I challenge. "Because I KNOW you," you state confidently, giving me another quick peck on the lips before you break from our embrace, walk over to the trunk of the willow tree, and slide your body down it. You're now sitting at the base of the tree, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and boxer shorts, staring at me standing only a few feet away. "What're you waiting for, Rick?" I ask coyly. "You to come ride my hard cock," you state matter-of-factly as you pull your cock from within your boxers. It's indeed hard and ready for me. I stare momentarily at your hard, veiny cock and lick my lips. I want to play it cool, but I can't. Once I see your cock, I get too hungry, too needy. I MUST have you inside me. I walk over to you, straddle your legs, then slink down to your lap so that my bare pussy is hovering just above your harder than hard cock and my arms are now wrapped around your neck, drawing you into my chest. "You probably think you can have me whenever you want, don't you?" "I know I can," you inform me, cockily. "What if I get up now and go back inside?" "You're not going to." "Why won't I?" "Because you need my hard cock to fill up that tight cunt of yours." I groan. "Don't you?" you press. "Maybe." "Tell me." "Tell you what?" "Tell me what you need, LoreLai." I shake my head at you. Normally, I'd take the time to compete, but I can't deny it this time. I'm already on the edge as it is. "I need your hard cock to fill up my tight cunt." You don't take the time to gloat for a change. Instead, you put your hands on my hips and slowly guide me down over your cock. You impale me on your shaft. As you do, I lean my head back and my long, wet, red curls stick to my shoulders and back. After what seemed like minutes but was probably only mere seconds, your cock is buried perfectly inside me. I lean my head back up. I take your face in my hands and bring you towards me. I kiss you hard, my tongue ramming past your lips, entwining with your tongue, staking my claim. You kiss me back just as deeply, wrapping your warm arms around me, holding me close to you, making me feel safe and cared for. But as perfect as our kiss is and as perfect as the rain feels against us, I need more. I begin moving my hips slowly...bucking forward and backward, building a steady rhythm. You quickly lift one of my breasts out of my little baby doll top and take it into your mouth, suckling on it. I moan aloud. Your other hand strokes my back. I, meanwhile, hold you so tight against my chest...run my fingers through your hair. I look down at you as you suck my nipple. You look up at me and our gaze meets. A million things are said even though we exchange no actual words. This in and of itself drives me insane. I start to rock my hips into you faster. You then reach down and rub two fingers towards the top of my pussy...they land directly on my hardening clit. "Oh yessssssssss...." I hiss. I pick up the pace even more...moving my hips faster, harder, taking you into me deeper than ever before. You let my nipple fall from your lips. Your fingers start grinding into my clit, rubbing it in wide circles, matching the pace I've set. Concentrating on the growing heat between us, my eyes close and I fall forward a bit so that my forehead rests against yours. "That's it, princess...make love to me," you whisper as the rain falls around us a little harder. This single sentence makes me crazy for you. I kiss you hard again. So hard that you fall back slightly and land against the tree with a thud. My hips move faster. So do your fingers against my clit. You match the pace I've set perfectly. I don't think anything could feel more perfect...until it does. Suddenly, I feel a finger swirl around my tight little asshole. I break our kiss and look down at you. My face must've said it all because you smile deviously. "Oh fuck...." I moan. Before I can say another thing, though, your finger is buried inside my ass. My eyes close and my lips part, but no sound escapes. I can feel the rest of your fingers grabbing my ass cheek. You continue rubbing my clit in the same pace at which my pussy is taking your glorious cock in and out of my body. You keep your hand steady on my ass, letting me be the one who fucks back against your finger. Just when I think it's impossible for this pleasure to escalate, I open my eyes in time to see you take my left nipple into your mouth again. With your perfect cock inside me, your fingers on my clit and in my ass, your delicious lips sucking my tit into your mouth, and the rain falling all around us, I'm in pure ecstasy like never before. My orgasm is rising faster than I want it to. I want this to last all night, all week, all month. But I can't stop it. Everything's too perfect...my body's on fire. You watch me carefully as you suck lovingly on my nipple. You know me. You know I'm about to lose it. You rub my clit faster, widening the circles and pressing down a bit harder. That's all it takes. I scream as my orgasm reaches its pinnacle and overtakes me. My long, painted fingernails dig into your back, marking you. My hips continue to buck into you as I'm lost in the throes of passion. Your finger keeps moving in and out of my ass as my juices seep from within me and coat your thighs. Soon, I'm coming back to my senses. As I do, I look down at you. I see a fire in your eyes that wasn't exactly there a second ago. You're close, too. I can tell. So, I rock my hips into you faster again. Harder. I ride you through my orgasm. I bring you close to me and hold you tight. I lean into your neck and suck on it, all the while taking your cock in and out of my soaking wet cunt. I whisper in your ear, "Honey?" "Yes?" you whimper. "I want you to cum inside me...please, Rick...I need it...." "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" "That's it baby...that's it...." This was all you needed to hear. You grab my hips roughly and grit your teeth before exploding inside me, filling my womb with your warm cum until your balls are drained. We collapse into one another, spent, lying under the willow tree in the warm summer rain. Minutes pass. We happily just hold each other as our bodies tingle and the warm rain pelts us. Finally, you take my head in your hands and bring my face to yours, kissing me softly on the lips, then pulling back and looking straight into my deep brown eyes. "I love you, ya know." It was the first time you'd told me that. It might as well have been the first time anyone had told me that. They were the three most beautiful words that were ever spoken from anyone's lips. "I love you, too," I say, breathlessly. Then, just as I'm getting lost in the most perfect moment there ever was, I start to choke. I try to catch my breath, but I can't. I'm gasping for air, trying to breathe. I can't. I'm suffocating. I go to scream. Instead, I wake up violently. My eyes pop open and I'm sitting upright in bed. I look around the cool, dark room...shivering and confused. I hear the rain pelting the windows. I look down at the empty bed beside me. It was all a dream. There is no Rick under my willow tree. There is no passionate sex in the rain. There are no "I love you's." I settle back into bed, rest my head on my pillow, and close my eyes. A single tear streams down my cheek. Is it better to dream about love than to actually go through the heartbreak of it all? Or is truly better to have loved and lost?, I wonder to myself as I hug my soft pillow in my spacious bed and attempt to sleep without dreaming.