"With pleasure."

The soft sound of her voice moves something within you. Something below your waistline. You have removed your shirt and jeans before going to sleep, so now only your boxershorts hold back a growing sensation.

You can hear a sigh, almost relieved. Warm breathing hurls past your cheeks. You reach into the dark, finding her face, drawing her closer. Your first kiss with her is cautious. Two creatures, reaching out into new worlds, bound together by sharing of a burning ache. Her lips are soft, not drowned in pastes or artificial colours. A scent of nature touches your nostrils, pictures of summer meadows and fields waving in the wind cross your mind.

Your kisses become more intense. She opens her hair. Strains of blackness fly free within the shadows. They tickle you. You both have to giggle, relieving the last tension of uncertainty within you.

You start to explore her body. She has come to you without covers. Your fingers slide over her skin. Rural life has made her lean, but not malnourished. You find her breasts, small cone-shaped mounds of softness, contrasting the rigid slenderness of her limbs. Her hands now start coming for you as well. They travel your body with caution, quickly retreating whenever they come near your now stiff cock.

You circle your thumbs around her nipples, slowly, tenderly. She breaks the kiss for a moment, only to sigh in arrousal. You feel her nipples rising, stiffening.

"Should I move further?", you whisper.

A soft, almost unintelligable "Yes" tickles your ears.

So you crawl under the blanket. Your mouth follows the path over her skin, that your fingers have already scouted. You move over her breasts, her smooth belly, arching only slightly, where her vital organs lie beneath. She shivers, opening her legs to welcome you. You want to make sure that she is ready for the main act, but as you reach her other lips, you realize she is already halfway there. Be it due to some manual preparations on her side or the mere thought of lovemaking after long drought, she is quite wet. Your tongue finds her clitoris, gently stroking it. Covered by the warmth of the blanket, you can't hear her moans, but you notice her belly rising and lowering itself faster and faster.

After a while, a louder sigh escapes her mouth that even you, caught in the blanket, bound by your rhythm, cannot overhear. Her soft hands reach out for your face, signalling you to come back up. You crawl along flesh and cotton, until her face lies next to yours.

Her fingers roam your chest, your abdomen, and finally, find the courage to wrap around the meat of yours. Breathing fast, she whispers "Enter me."

You suddenly realize you have no contraception on you. But she doesn't seem to care about that ...