As his lips started exploring her chest, tiny moans kept imerging from her mouth. She knew she had missed his touch, but Jesus. She didn't know she had missed it this much. Her hands went to her hair, pushing the wet strands out of her face. She was silently thanking God that she had worn shorts, because they were easier to get off.
She had her eyes closed, but she opened them briefly to look up at the rain as his kisses kept going. Her hands went to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt, wanting it off as soon as possible.