Page 103 of Still Love You

Willow sits up on her knees and stretches her arms out, letting the rain wash over her bare skin. I can't take my eyes off her. This might be the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Water droplets trickle down her breasts, her head tipped back toward the sky, her lips soaking wet.

I grip her wet hair, pull her toward me, and smash my mouth against hers. She shoves the blankets aside and lowers herself onto my lap, grinding into me. The rain is pelting us, soaking us, and it's sexy as hell. Willow's arms loop around my neck and I feel her hips rise slightly, then lower again as she sinks down on me.

My arms are wrapped around her as she moves, her hips gyrating. I never thought of doing it in the rain but this was an awesome idea. And I love that Willow suggested it. It shows she can be spontaneous and free-willed and go with whatever life gives her, in this case a total downpour. If she could just let that part of her come out more often, I think there would be a real chance for us.

Willow is gasping for breath, her thighs pressed against my sides, riding me, fast and furious, until she's yelling my name, grasping my shoulders, her body trembling as she comes. She collapses onto my chest, completely out of breath. I flip her over and finish myself off with a few final thrusts. I remain over her, protecting her from the rain but it's no use. We're both completely soaked.

Willow starts laughing.

"What's so funny?" I ask, kissing her forehead.

"Nothing. I'm just happy. That was best thing I've ever done, but I can't believe I did it."

"Why not?"

"Because it's crazy."

"You need to be more crazy. Crazy is so much better than not-crazy."

She laughs again. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I need to be more crazy."

"If you hang out with me, I'm sure that'll happen. I seem to have that affect on you. First the navel ring and now sex in the rain."

"The navel ring was because I was jealous of your hairdresser and her erotic shampooing."

"Willow, there was nothing erotic about her doing my hair."

"She had her breasts in your face the entire time."

"And yet the only breasts I was thinking about were yours. So is that really why you got the navel ring? Because you were jealous?"

"No. I've actually always wanted one. Your hairdresser just prompted me to do it. So yeah, it's all your fault. You make me do crazy things." She leans up and kisses me, then shivers as a gust of wind blows.

"Let's get in the truck. I have a beach towel in there. You can dry off."

"What am I going to wear?" She looks at our pile of wet clothes.

"Either wet clothes or the towel. Your choice."

"I'll take the towel."

"The truck's open so go ahead. Do you need help getting down?"

"Nope. I got it." She hops over the side of the truck. Just a few weeks ago she couldn't even step up into the front seat.

I put my soggy jeans on and slip on my shoes and meet her in the truck.

"Look at us." She's still laughing. I love seeing her laugh. And seeing her happy.

"You look a lot better than I do." I start the truck and turn the heater on.

"I think you're sexy all wet like that." She bites her lip.

"Seriously, Willow? We've done it like ten times."

She forces her smile into a straight face. "You're right. We need to stop."

I lean across the seat and kiss her. "I'm kidding. You know I'd do it again but I need to get you home. I don't want you getting sick."

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