The air smelled of an approaching storm. Finally, the temperature outside had dropped enough to breathe normally, and the air no longer burned her lungs with every inhale. It was already dark, probably approaching midnight. All she could hear were crickets and the sound of a distant road. Every now and then, a lightning bolt would light up the area for a brief moment, followed by thunder a few seconds later.

She had been standing on the balcony for a while, shifting from one bare foot to the other to avoid being burned by the sun-heated tiles. Leaning on the railing with her eyes closed, she listened to the sound of the thunder, the noises coming from the forest where they had stopped, and the shower. She smiled to herself. It was so peaceful, so pleasant - she longed for a moment of relaxation and calm. And, most importantly, a lower temperature. She was wearing only a long t-shirt that ended just below her butt and barely covered anything, yet she wasn't even a little bit cold. Water dripped from her still-damp hair onto the tiles, evaporating almost instantly upon landing.

The sound of water from the shower stopped, and almost immediately, the sound of footsteps replaced it. She didn't have to wait long before he was standing right behind her. She could tell he hadn't dried himself completely - he was in such a hurry to get back to her that the towel had become optional. He gently placed his hands on her hips and leaned in. Her shirt immediately clung to his damp chest. She could smell the lavender shower gel on him. He kissed her on the shoulder and then used one hand to push her hair to one side, starting to kiss her neck softly, taking small steps towards her ear. The closer he got, the higher her shirt went, revealing more and more until finally, she was leaning against his stomach and thighs with her naked butt, feeling what those kisses were leading to.

Lightning. She opened her eyes and turned her head to meet his with her mouth. He stopped her halfway, kissing her on the cheek and then returning to kissing her neck. The hand that had been resting on her hip moments ago now slowly made its way up her body under the shirt. He could feel the goosebumps caused by his touch behind her ear. He moved his fingers slowly as if in slow motion, making her feel as though it was taking an eternity. And he was just enjoying every centimeter of her delicate skin.

Thunder. His hand finally reached her destination - her breast, which he embraced. A silent moan escaped her slightly parted lips as he ran his thumb over her nipple. He played with it for a while, moving his thumb up and down. His smile grew wider with each of her sighs. He never stopped kissing her - her neck, her ear, her shoulder.

Lightning. With his other hand, he began to adjust their position. Gently stroking her thighs, he directed her to stand with a slightly wider stance, and by squeezing her butt, he forced her to lean forward against the railing. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but he made sure she didn't think about comfort. Her senses were bombarded from all sides - his touch, the sound of his breathing, and his natural scent that began to show through the lavender gel.

Thunder. The wind blew harder, drowning out the sounds of the road. The crickets fell silent too as if they knew rain was coming and wanted to hide in a safe place before it did. For a moment, she stopped feeling the touch of the other hand, the one that had been squeezing her buttock. He also stopped kissing her and the hand that was playing with her breast also froze for a moment. But she felt him again after a few seconds, helping himself to guide his dick towards her entrance. He swung at the right angle for a moment, then finally took aim. Before he put it inside, however, he resumed nipple play and kisses, which he now placed on her back, as close to her neck as he could reach.

Lightning. She moaned loudly and gripped the railing so hard her knuckles turned white when he entered her as if in sync with the storm. He gave her a moment to get used to his presence, then he began to move inside her, starting slow, then accelerating a bit to the pace that was their favorite. With each thrust, she felt like he was crushing every gut that happened to stand in the way. And in addition to water from her and his wet hair, their mixed juices started dripping onto the tiles, little by little escaping from her vagina every time he thrust.

Thunder. It was starting to rain. Large drops of warm summer rain began to drip down her back. He straightened up, stopped the kisses, and grabbed her hips, giving himself more control over his movements. He started moaning softly, approaching an orgasm. She already knew what will happen in a moment. As he straightened, his member was able to enter her deeper, and with a better angle for the pleasure of both of them. He sped up the movement as if he wanted to finish before the rain started.

It flashed and thundered almost at the same time. Lightning danced right in front of their faces. He entered her to the very end and froze. A sound escaped from somewhere between his teeth, like a strangled groan. She felt his cock throb inside her. She loved the feeling - the delicate walls of her vagina felt every micromovement and contracted and relaxed on their own, as if to draw more sperm out of his dick, to fill it so that it overflowed.

They stayed like that for a while, even after his body had finished tensing up and was starting to recover from his orgasm. Before he left her, he gave her a kiss on the back, then gently pulled his member out of her. Some of the semen mixed with her juices immediately dripped from the inside and began to flow down the inside of her thighs, down her calves, then her ankles, and finally onto the tiles. Fortunately, it was raining harder and harder, so the rain would wash away any trace of their presence on the balcony.

She straightened up. He immediately grabbed her from behind and hugged her tightly. She placed her hands on his and cuddled up to him. This time he allowed himself to be kissed on the lips. Long. Gently. This kiss was full of fulfillment, and joy. Full of love.

"I love you," she whispered soundlessly, her lips barely moving.

"I love you," he told her, but his answer was drowned out by another thunder and rain, tapping its own magical melody on the leaves of trees and other surfaces it met on its way.