Hermione can't wait.

"Take me Harry." Hermione whispered as she got on her hands and knees in the wet sand, her ass facing Harry. Harry took this as a cue and positioned himself behind her. He was going to give it to her good and hard, just how she liked it.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet pussy. With one swift motion, he pushed himself inside her, and she let out a moan that was lost in the howling wind. The storm around them seemed to match the intensity of their passion as it raged on. Harry began to thrust into her with a rhythm that made the ground beneath them tremble slightly.

Hermione arched her back, her breath coming out in pants and gasps, feeling every inch of him filling her up. The cold rain stung their skin, but the heat from their bodies created a steamy cocoon around them. She reached back with one hand to grip his ass, urging him deeper. Harry's grip tightened on her hips, his strokes growing stronger as the storm grew wilder.

The waves crashed against the shore, their white foam reaching out like ghostly hands, only to retreat and leave them even more exposed. Yet, the couple was lost in their own world, the only sound that mattered was their shared passion. The rain washed away their inhibitions, making them feel more alive than ever. Harry leaned forward, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub it in slow circles that made her entire body quiver.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione moaned, her voice muffled by the wind. She could feel her orgasm building, a warm, electric sensation spreading from her core to her fingertips. Harry's touch was magic in itself, pushing her closer to the edge with every stroke. The sand beneath them was cold and unyielding, but the warmth of their bodies created a stark contrast that only served to heighten their pleasure.

The lightning flashed, briefly illuminating their naked forms, locked in an intimate dance. Hermione's skin glowed with the sheen of rain, her curves stark against the dark backdrop of the night. Harry's muscles flexed with every thrust, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew exactly what she needed, and he was determined to give it to her. He reached down with his free hand to caress her breasts, his thumb brushing against her sensitive nipples.

Her body responded to his touch with a jolt, her back arching even more. She pushed back into him, meeting his every thrust with an eager one of her own. The sand was rough on her knees and palms, but the pain only served to heighten her pleasure. Harry's hand on her clit was a masterful symphony, bringing her closer and closer to the crescendo she craved.

The wind howled around them, the droplets of rain stinging their skin like tiny needles. But within the shelter of their bodies, they were lost in a passion that transcended the elements. Hermione's moans grew louder, echoing in Harry's ears, urging him on. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her muscles contracting in anticipation of her release.

With a final, powerful thrust, Harry pushed himself all the way inside her, hitting that perfect spot that made Hermione's eyes roll back in her head. She screamed out his name as her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure. Harry felt the warmth of her climax around him, and it was all he needed. With a roar, he came, his hot seed filling her up as he buried his face in her neck, kissing and biting the soft flesh there.

For a moment, the storm seemed to pause, as if even it was in awe of their passion. But the respite was short-lived, and the rain pummeled them once more. Harry didn't pull out, instead choosing to stay inside her, feeling their hearts beating in sync as they both came down from their high.

A) Switch Positions

B) The storm comes to an end

C) Something is in the cave with them. (What?)

D)Add.