Woodland Glade

First Movement - Adagio

He laid her gently down on a woodland weave of bluebells and long grass, her black hair and pale flesh stark against a vibrant palette of color. A pale blue butterfly floated down, carried by the cool summer breeze and perched on a stem of grass above their heads. They watched it briefly, as it too seemed to stare in awe and wonderment at nature’s beauty, before it lifted its wings and was lost in the glare of the sun cascading through the canopy of the trees above.

Their attention returned to each other, as they lay gazing into each others eyes, their perfume mixing with that of the blossom around them. Unusually, she made the first move, reaching across and lightly stroking his cheek and neck with the back of her hand. She liked the rough feel of his stubble against her skin and she tensed slightly knowing the very same would soon be tickling her in her most favorite of places. He leant into her and kissed her lips tenderly yet full, his hand caressing her raised hip through her dress, lifting the hem slightly with every upward movement. As the kiss continued, increasing in its intensity, his hand moved to pay attention to her head, stroking his fingers through her hair and sweeping it back behind her ear. He had strong hands and she loved the feel of him using them as if he was handling porcelain. His tongue pushed against her lips, forcing them apart and opening her mouth before making contact with its opposite number. As the tongues played tag with each other, their owners relaxed their positions and she reclined back on her bed of greenery as now he began to dominate.

Still joined at the lips, he let her hair fall from his hand, stroking it down the side of her face and neck, pausing to run the gold links of her necklace across his fingers and toying with the small cross that was suspended from it, before slowly undoing the top button of her dress. Her hands were busy with his blonde hair and broad shoulders and she pulled him closer as the fourth button disengaged from its loop.

His left hand now separated the two pieces of gingham material, his right hand busy under the hem, stroking and tickling the inside of her leg. He lifted his head away from her, shifting his line of sight to the black lace material that clung to her heaving chest. With his tongue still extended, he ran his face over her chin, down her neck and through her cleavage, his right-hand now manipulating her left-breast through the lace. Her head fell back and she moaned softly as fingers worked their way under the material, pressing the pliable flesh beneath. He continued the massage as his tongue worked its way around the edges and strap of the bra before frustration got the better of him and with a skilful single movement, the catch was released.

She leant forward, allowing him to free her upper body from both gingham and lace, and her to reach between his arms and undo the buttons on his shirt, tugging it from inside his jeans. The silk slid down his arms and they embraced once more as several small pairs of eyes stared intently from the undergrowth.

Second Movement – Moderato

The kissing resumed but with much more urgency than before. Quick kisses intermingling with tongue planted at random points across face, neck, ears, shoulders and breast. He was lying on top of her now, her hands massaging his scalp and teasing the skin on his back, returning his kisses to his forehead where possible, pulling him tightly towards her when his lips connected with a hot spot, shallow, infrequent breaths sealing her approval. She could feel him through his jeans as he rubbed against her, his hands busy with her sizeable assets, her dress now pushed up to the top of her thighs. She reached over his back and applied soft pressure to his ass forcing him into her, and spreading her legs. He didn’t need any further prompting. He raised himself to his knees and began to loosen his belt. She reached out and grabbing the front of his jeans, hauled herself forwards until she too was kneeling. Her hands brushed his aside and took over the unwrapping ceremony. When the zip could go no lower, her hand slipped inside.

He took a sharp intake of breath as her fingers began working him through the material of his underwear, before flipping the elastic waistband outwards and down, exposing him to the open air. She ran a moistened finger continually round the tip, watching intently as the nerve endings sent it into a spasmodic dance routine. She smiled and pushed him back to the floor. Amongst the bluebells now lay another specimen, its stem thick, its flower purple and angry yet waiting patiently for the bee to gather its pollen. He rested an arm behind his head and relaxed as he watched her toy with him, running him round her red lips, gripping the shaft through her hair whilst stroking and squeezing his balls. Tossing her hair back to give him an uninterrupted view, she slowly sank down on him. Now it was his turn to moan and he uttered a string of obscenities as her tempo increased.

She knew she was pleasing him yet couldn’t resist making eye contact and instinctively knew what he had in mind. She released him and reaching under her dress, quickly removed the second of her black lace garments. She stood up, turned away from him and hoisted her skirt over her bum, wiggling from side to side, giving him a perfect worm’s eye view of the treat in store, before lowering herself back down and straddling his grinning face. He felt himself consumed in warmth again, but was more intent with his end of the action. Whilst she had teased, he had no self composure and his tongue darted straight into the moistness above it. He felt her jerk and for a millisecond, feared for the safety of his pride, but she relaxed and soon her mouth and hand were working in unison once more. His tongue flicked and encircled her clit, his mouth gorged on her sweetness, pausing occasionally to take an entire lip between his and squeezing as if to release more flavor, or giving a quick nip with his teeth.

It was her who gave in first, sitting upright and lifting herself off him and freeing herself from the confines of her dress, she looked skywards. The sun had long since disappeared behind ever blackening clouds and it was beginning to rain. She smiled again and lay down in her original spot, the grass now damp on her naked back. She spread her legs slightly and with outstretched arms, welcomed her lover to take her.

Third movement - Allegro

He rid himself of his remaining garments and knelt between her legs, running his hands up the inside of thighs towards her reddened, swollen lips. She looked up at him in excited anticipation as his hands moved up each side of her upper torso before he placed an arm either side of her shoulders. Extending his legs and pushing his feet back, they both gasped as their most sensitive areas touched.

The first thrust barely penetrated her, like a big-toe checking the temperature of bath water, the second a bit further. It took four more, before blonde finally met black and he became fully immersed. Her legs closed behind him, seemingly pulling him deeper with every thrust, the two of them panting with the wave of emotion breaking over them. The rain was getting harder now and his rhythm began to build with the force of it hitting his body, whilst beneath him, she alternately kissed and bit the skin of his chest, her hands running the length of his back, still stroking his hair, and whispering "I love you", under her breath. He shifted his weight onto one arm and with the other, lifted her head. She looked down between her legs, tears intermingling with the rain, and stared as his cock pumped in and out of her. He withdrew it completely, running it across her lower stomach and pointing it directly at her, as if seeking a reward, before penetrating her once more. He let go and she reclined again as he continued at his work.

A simultaneous fork of lightening and clap of thunder sent the voyeuristic rabbits scampering for cover around them, but made little impact on the modern day Adam and Eve. Grabbing hold of her waist, he rolled through 180 degrees so that she was now on top, her hair matted against her face and back. She began to ride him, lifting herself up his muscle and quickly falling back down again. The rain was fierce now, but they were lost in each other, her head swaying from side to side, tossing water droplets from her flailing hair over the closed flowers, a stream cascading down her back and into the valley of her butt. His hands were supporting her breasts, thumbs still exciting the cherry-red nipples further, her hands pushing into his chest, gripping and tearing at the wet skin, the blood instantly cleared by the rain.

He held her again at the waist, trying to make sure she didn't fall off, when she took two almighty breaths and the forest reverberated with the sound of his name. He too had released in that instant and they collapsed together in embrace, her sobs silenced by the deafening rain. He kissed her full on the lips and held her tight to him. The sky was beginning to clear again, and as the rain softened, they lay back, at peace and watched as the flowers opened once more.