You sat staring out the window and let out a sigh as the last few drops crashed against the glass. The weather had taken a turn for the worse, pushing your would-be picnic plans to the wayside and leaving you with only a lazy afternoon together. Beside you she sat, her head leaning against your shoulder and arms wrapped around your stomach. She had been looking forward to this day together all week, the one day you would have solely for her uninterrupted by work or any of your other frustrations. As you sat with her in silence you racked your brain for ideas to give this one day of freedom to her. While you were sitting lost in thought, she stood up and as she walked in front of you. As if spurred on by instinct, you reached out and grabbed her hand. You looked up and smiled as your eyes met her, and in an instant you had pulled her to your lap and wrapped your arms around her. One more glance was given to those brilliant pools before your body, overcome with emotion and moving seemingly on its own, pressed your lips to her. If only by impulse you knew how to dedicate yourself to her, to give yourself to her. What started as a simple kiss quickly became impassioned as you ran your fingers through her hair from which you caught the scent of her shampoo. Saliva ran down her cheek as your tongue entwined with hers, a dance between your lips that you shared only with her. You run your fingers down her sides, your ministrations eliciting giggles and gasps as you trace the lines of her body. You could feel her supple flesh just beyond the veil of silk that stood between the two of you. With every inch her breathing quickened and as you neared waist, her body became stiff in anticipation. You pulled her closer and as you did an incredible warmth overtook you, both from her body and building from within your own. Every sense filled purely with her, a dreamlike ecstasy reserved solely for lovers. With each beat of her heart setting the tempo you traced down her neck with your lips, every inch marked with your love. Whispered words sneak past her lips interrupted by the sounds of passion, but to you the content was obvious and need not be spoken. You pulled away and ran your eyes over her body. A vivid gleam of sweat now covered her ever reddening skin, her hair though normally so pristine styled now a disheveled mess, her breathing ragged and quick, and reflected in her dew soaked eyes sat the one thing she truly wanted: You.