He bit her lower lip, teasingly, and she traced the sensitive curves of his left ear with her tongue.
The low mellow sounds of her pleasure could no longer be distinguished from his own.
Cleav's mouth strayed down to her throat.
Esme reveled in the feel of his slightly scratchy beard against the flesh of her neck and wiggled unchastely in his lap.
Moaning, Cleav allowed his hands to explore her long, lusty legs, as her hand boldly guided his up to her bosom.
Cleav was thoroughly caressing her, but Esme was eager. Anxiously she pulled away from his kiss and raised her arms to undo her own buttons at the nape of her neck.
"Help me," she begged him. "I can't wear these clothes another minute."
Unwilling at first to release the warm, silky flesh of her legs, Cleav finally reached up to pull away the fabric covering her bosom. He, too, wanted her naked to see her curves exposed in the moonlight.
The two began pulling at each other's clothing in a rush of youthful abandon. Shirt, suspenders, chemise, and stockings, nothing was seen as necessary covering. Within minutes both were naked and clinging to each other.
Cleav laid Esme out on the cool grass. He placed tiny kisses on her eyes and her chin, before putting one distended nipple in his mouth. She parted her legs, impatient for more. He drew himself up and pressed his shaft coaxingly at the crux of her womanhood. But he held back, wanting to prolong the closeness.
Their kisses became deeper and more urgent Esme squirmed against him, and Cleav nearly lost control like a boy half his age.
The boiling black clouds covered the moon above them, and Cleav could no longer see Esme's face beneath him. Then the first cold drops of summer rain splashed against his back.
"It's raining," he whispered hotly.
"Oh, yes!" Esme pushed her pelvis against him, eager for him to be inside her.
"It's raining," he tried again. "You'll catch a chill."
The droplets of water were now soaking the parts of her his body didn't cover, but she didn't care.
"I want you to always keep me this warm," she begged, pressing her body against his.
Her actions, more than her words, encouraged Cleav to ignore the increasing tempo of rain that pelted his back, trickled down his limbs, and soaked his hair.
But finally she shivered.
"You're cold," he said, pulling away.
"No!" she declared and pulled his lips back against hers.
Cleav couldn't help but agree as he spread her legs with his knee and ran a loving hand along the swelled sweetness of her sex.
Hearing her plaint of desire, Cleav embedded his finger within her, reveling at the tight heat that surrounded him.
Her jolt of pleasure was mirrored by flashes of fire in the sky above them, and her cry was lost in the crash of thunder.
The rain poured down upon them but failed to put out the fire that blazed. Cleav was hot and hard, and knew she was ready for him.
A wild streak of lightning passed just above them, touching its fiery tip to the juniper tree across the pond. The loud crack of the tree was like a scream of pain.
Instinctively he huddled Esme protectively beneath him. "We've got to get away from here," he said.
With more strength than he would have believed he possessed, he pulled away from Esme.
"No!" she cried forlornly.
"It's lightning, Hillbaby," he explained to her hurriedly over the increasingly loud torrent of rain. "We can't be out in the open like this."
