“We’re not going to make it, Nate.”  I struggled to get the words out as I hurried after him on the trail.

He squinted through the trees up to the sky, assessing the dark clouds that had come out of nowhere over the last fifteen minutes.  “You may be right, Lizzie-baby.”  He turned his attention back to me, a playful grin on his face.  “A little rain won’t hurt us.  Unless you’re the Wicked Witch of the West.”  He raised a questioning brow at me, and I gave him a light-hearted shove, bringing a laugh out of both of us. 

The first drop hit the top of my head, then another on my arm and within moments the skies had opened, and the rain was pouring down.  Nate grabbed my hand to pull me off the path and into the shelter of a giant weeping willow tree. 

Once under the thick, swaying branches, the rain falling on us was lessened from a deluge to a heavy sprinkle.  The smell of the rain and damp earth surrounded us as we watched the downpour through the openings between the branches.

Panting to catch my breath, I looked over at Nate.  “What now?  We just wait here and hope it passes quickly?”

He moved into my space, his arm going around my waist to pull me against him.  “Yeah, pretty much.”  His other hand gripped the nape of my neck.  “I can think of at least one thing we could do to pass the time.”

Before I could respond, his mouth covered mine in a heated kiss, his tongue immediately probing for entrance, which I eagerly allowed.  Rivulets of water slid down our faces as he thoroughly explored my mouth, the water cool on my quickly heating skin.

I was panting for a whole new reason when his mouth broke from mine and licked along the column of my neck to my ear, sucking the lobe between his lips and drawing a groan out of me.  My hands twined into his hair as he slipped a hand under my soaked t-shirt and pulled the material of my bra aside to cup my generous breast.  His fingers worked my nipple, rolling and plucking it to a hard peak.

“I like the way you think,” I groaned.

As quickly as the wet material allowed, we worked to strip me from the waist down.  Nate pulled me with him as he sat on the moss-covered ground and leaned against the tree trunk.  I straddled his legs, undid his soft hiking pants, and release his thick cock, which stood hard and proud as it sprung free from its confines. 

Licking my lips at the sight of him, I took him in my hand and began stroking him.  His eyes slid shut and his head fell back, rain drops splattering on his face as he reveled in my touch.  Before I could move down to take him in my mouth, he grabbed my hips and hauled me up against him, breaking my hold on his silky hard length.  He quickly reached between us to guide the head of his cock to my weeping entrance.

With his eyes locked on mine, he pushed me down onto himself and my breath left my lungs on a moan as he slid deep inside.  Clutching his shoulders, I savored how completely he filled me for several long moments before I began to rock my hips against him.  His hands still gripping my flanks, he pressed me down further as he thrust up with the rhythm of my body moving over him.  With each movement, my clit rubbed against his skin, now slick with both the rain and the arousal dripping from my pussy.

“Damn, baby,” he panted as I rode him, “you’re so wet and tight… and so beautiful.”

He pushed my shirt up past my breasts and sucked the already exposed nipple into his mouth as he uncovered the other and palmed it in his large, calloused hand.  Working one nipple with his tongue and teeth, he pinched and plucked at the other with his fingers, then switched until both were worked into hard sensitive peaks.  My fingers twined through his hair and my head fell back, face turned up to the rain still dripping through the willow canopy.  He knew how crazy I got when he worked my breasts over while he was buried deep inside of me, and soon I was lost to the pleasure thrumming through every cell of my body.

The rain that fell around and on us beat to the rhythm of our bodies moving together.  The gentle sway of the willow branches moved in time with our breaths.  The whole world narrowed down into that small space and time with my lover moving deep inside my body, and all of nature seemed to join in our primal dance.

When Nate’s breathing became uneven and his movements more erratic, I knew he was close, but I wasn’t quite there.

“Nate,” I panted as I continued the steady rocking of my hips and pressed my forehead to his.  “I need… I need…”

“I’ve got you, baby.”  His hand was already between our bodies, his fingers working my clit the way he knew I needed as his cock hit all the right places inside of me.  “Come for me, my beauty.”

A few more thrusts and I cried out to the trees, soaring over the edge as my orgasm exploded through me.  My body clamping down on his brought him with me, and with a shout he pulsed his release deep inside of me before I collapsed against him.

Resting boneless in Nate’s arms as our breathing recovered, the melody of the forest slowly returned.  The rain had let up to just a shower and almost no drops reached us through the weeping boughs of our shelter.

“That was the best way to pass the time,” I murmured and felt him smile against my neck.