It was hard to tell how much time had passed, but he filled her up at least three times in the rain, and whatever seed did not fit dribbled down her legs and the rain took it away at it's leisure. And he felt so satisfied that he wanted no small part of this moment to end. His hips moved and rolled along with her advances, waiting to see how she'd respond to the way he took her and then he'd have her again. It was as if they were lovers, figuring out their bodies for their first time, their wants, their desires, their cravings. They had to have had sex in countless positions before the man found himself standing with her, her back digging into the rough bark of a tree as he moved his hips and thrust his sex deep inside her.
And though it surprised even him as he came again within her body, he grunted and shuddered and felt the hot seed slip between both their legs as they were pressed so close. By now, the night was no longer young and the rain finally yielded, but his skin still glistened, but this time, with sweat and the fading rain. After he had his peak, he lifted his green eyes to look into hers before moving a hand to brush the hair away from her eyes.
He leaned in to kiss her, deeply at first before it softened.
"Do you live near here?" he asked suddenly, which may have been the first real words either had spoken since they had gone into their second and third rounds of sex.