The rain and her breathing is all I hear, it is all I ever want to hear right now.

Untying the drawstring of my sweat pants she lowers them with a little more force as they are stuck to my thighs with wetness.

A hitch in my breathing as I now feel the rain on my bare legs.

Her eyes still haven’t left mine.

Her eyes looking at me to take over.

I do.

A light finger down her face, over her jaw, down her neck I reach the t-shirt she is wearing. Gliding over her chest I feel what the rain is doing to her body as well. I feel her nipples at hard peaks as I graze over them to reach the hem of the shirt. I feel the heaviness she felt when lifting my shirt off.

Her eyes still boring into mine when the sound of a slap is heard. The sound of her rain soaked shirt as it hits the concrete below our feet.

I see goosebumps all over her naked top off. The coolness of the rain trying to do what it can still, and for a moment as those bumps live on her body they are gone in the moment that I reach to pull her pajama bottoms down.

Another slap is heard as we stand facing each other completely naked. Naked except for the rain that is dressing out body.

Still my eyes don’t leave hers as I slowly sit on the lounge behind me. I see her pupils dilate more as she straddles my lap. Our rain soaked chests meet, and finally I lose her eyes as they ever so slowly close. Her mouth moving to mine.

I taste the rain on her lips. She tastes the rain on mine.

Running a hand through her hair is harder now with it soaked. I feel a whimper come from her as she realizes the same.

We settle for hands running up and down the other’s back as her tongue and mine taste the rain and taste each other.

I feel her weight on my chest as she leans us back. Her eyes back on me as a simple nod upward gives me her silent request to move back.