CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47 : SEX IN THE RAIN PART 2

The rain continued its relentless descent, a soft roar enveloping Haruto and Kana in the secluded clearing behind the shrine. The forest stood silent, its dark trees swaying faintly, their leaves dripping as the storm wove a cocoon around the two lovers. Kana’s body trembled, her skin slick with rain, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath as Haruto rose from his knees, his lips still tingling with her taste.

Her moans lingered in the air, soft and needy, her fingers still loosely tangled in his wet hair. The intimacy of the moment hung heavy, their connection deepened by the shared vulnerability of their nakedness in the storm.

Haruto’s hands rested on Kana’s hips, his fingers tracing the curve of her rain-soaked skin, feeling the warmth beneath the cool droplets. His cock, hard and pulsing, brushed against her thigh, the contact sending a shiver through him. Kana’s eyes met his, dark and filled with trust, a silent invitation to explore further.

He kissed her deeply, their lips melding in a slow, lingering dance, tongues entwining as the rain streamed down their faces. Her hands roamed his back, nails grazing lightly, urging him closer.

He pulled back slightly, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, "Are you sure?" His voice was low, almost lost in the rain’s rhythm, but Kana nodded, her lips parting in a soft, "Yes." Her consent was clear, her body relaxed yet eager, pressing closer to him. Haruto’s hands slid lower, cupping the curve of her ass, his fingers gently exploring the sensitive skin.

The rain made everything slick, amplifying each touch, and he took his time, ensuring she felt safe, cherished.

Kana turned slowly in his arms, her back pressing against his chest, her head tilting to rest against his shoulder. The rain cascaded over her, tracing the lines of her spine, pooling in the small of her back. Haruto’s hands moved with care, one arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her close, while the other slid lower, fingers brushing between her cheeks.

He paused, letting her adjust, his touch gentle as he explored, ensuring she was ready. Kana’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping as his fingers, slick with rain and her earlier arousal, circled her entrance, teasing and preparing her with slow, deliberate care.

He pressed himself closer, his cock sliding against her, hard and warm despite the cold rain. With a gentle nudge, he eased himself against her, moving slowly, giving her time to relax into the sensation. Kana’s moan was low, a mix of pleasure and surrender, her body yielding as he entered her, inch by careful inch.

The rain heightened every sensation, the cool water contrasting with the heat of their connection. Haruto kept his pace achingly slow, his hands steady on her hips, guiding her gently as they moved together.

Kana’s moans grew softer, more rhythmic, her body swaying with his, the rain washing over them in waves. Her breasts bounced slightly with each careful thrust, raindrops clinging to her nipples before falling to the muddy ground. Haruto’s breath was ragged, his control absolute as he focused on her comfort, her pleasure. He leaned forward, kissing the nape of her neck, his lips warm against her chilled skin, whispering her name as they moved in unison. The forest, the shrine, the world beyond—it all faded, leaving only the rain, their slow, intimate rhythm, and the quiet sounds of Kana’s pleasure echoing in the storm.

The rain pounded harder, a wild, unrelenting cascade that drenched Haruto and Kana, their bodies slick and glistening in the dim light behind the shrine. The forest loomed around them, its dark, wet branches swaying, the air thick with the scent of earth and desire. Kana’s soft moans still lingered from their earlier intimacy, her body pressed close to Haruto’s, her skin warm despite the cold downpour.

The intensity between them had shifted, a deeper hunger sparking as they moved beyond the slow, careful exploration, their need now raw and urgent.

Haruto’s hands gripped Kana’s hips, his fingers digging gently into her rain-soaked skin as he pulled her closer, their bodies flush against each other. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard and sensitive, brushing against him with every movement, sending jolts of heat through them both. Kana’s eyes burned with desire, her lips parted as she leaned in, kissing him fiercely, her tongue demanding, teeth grazing his lower lip. The kiss was a spark, igniting the fire that had been smoldering between them.

He guided her down to the ground, the muddy earth soft and cool beneath them, cushioned by a bed of wet leaves. The rain poured over their bodies, streaming down Kana’s curves, tracing the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist. Haruto’s gaze followed the water’s path, his cock throbbing, fully erect now, aching with need. Kana lay back, her legs parting slightly, her pussy glistening with rain and arousal, inviting him closer. Her breath hitched, a soft moan escaping as she reached for him, her fingers brushing his length, guiding him toward her.

Haruto positioned himself above her, the rain falling in sheets, blurring the world around them. He entered her slowly at first, his cock sliding into her warmth, the sensation amplified by the slickness of their bodies and the storm’s relentless rhythm. Kana’s moan was louder now, raw and unrestrained, her hips arching to meet him. He kept his movements deliberate, each thrust deep but unhurried, savoring the way her pussy tightened around him, warm and wet, pulling him deeper.

Her breasts bounced softly with each motion, rain pooling briefly in the valley between them before spilling over.

Kana’s hands roamed his back, nails scraping lightly, urging him on as her moans grew more desperate, mingling with the sound of the rain. Haruto leaned down, his lips finding her breast, tongue circling her nipple before sucking gently, drawing a sharp gasp from her. His pace quickened slightly, still controlled but more intense, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through them both.

He shifted, lifting her hips slightly, angling deeper, and Kana’s moan became a cry, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her body trembled beneath him.

The rain soaked them, their bodies sliding against each other, the friction of skin on skin electric. Haruto’s hand slipped between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles as he thrust, matching the rhythm of her gasps. Kana’s moans grew louder, her pussy clenching tighter around his cock, her body arching as pleasure built. "Haruto," she whispered, her voice breaking, raw with need. He responded with a deeper thrust, his own breath ragged, the heat of their connection pushing him closer to the edge.

The storm raged on, but they were lost in each other, the world reduced to the slick heat of their bodies, the slow, intense rhythm of their sex, and the primal sound of Kana’s moans echoing through the rain-soaked forest.

The rain roared around Haruto and Kana, a torrential curtain that sealed them in their own world behind the shrine. The forest’s dark canopy swayed, the air heavy with the scent of wet earth and their shared arousal. The muddy ground beneath them clung to their skin, cool and slick, as they moved together, their bodies locked in a rhythm that had grown more fervent, more desperate. Kana’s moans filled the air, raw and unrestrained, her breasts heaving with each breath, rain streaming over their curves, her nipples taut and glistening in the storm’s faint light.

Haruto’s cock pulsed inside her, each thrust deeper, more deliberate, as he felt her pussy clench tighter, warm and slick with her arousal and the rain. He hovered above her, his arms braced on either side, muscles taut as he held himself steady, the muddy earth shifting beneath his hands.

Kana’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, her heels digging into his back as she urged him on. Her moans were louder now, almost drowned by the rain, each one a plea that fueled his desire.

He slowed for a moment, savoring the way her body responded, then shifted, pulling out gently only to guide her onto her knees. The rain poured over her back, tracing the curve of her spine, pooling in the dip above her ass. Kana glanced over her shoulder, her eyes dark with want, her lips parted as she nodded, giving him permission to push their boundaries further. Haruto’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into her wet skin, and he positioned himself behind her, his cock brushing against her pussy before sliding upward, teasing her entrance.

With a slow, careful push, he entered her again, this time anally, the tightness drawing a low groan from him and a sharp, shuddering moan from Kana. The rain made everything slick, easing the way as he moved with measured restraint, giving her time to adjust. Her body trembled, her hands gripping the muddy ground, leaves sticking to her fingers as she braced herself. "Haruto," she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure, urging him to continue. He kept his pace slow but intense, each thrust deep and deliberate, the sensation overwhelming as her moans grew louder, more desperate.

Kana’s breasts swayed with each movement, rain cascading over them, the sight driving Haruto wild. He leaned forward, one hand sliding around to cup her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple gently, drawing another cry from her. His other hand slipped between her thighs, finding her clit, rubbing in tight, slow circles that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Kana’s moans turned to whimpers, her body rocking back against him, meeting each thrust with eager need. Her pussy was soaked, not just from the rain but from her own arousal, the slickness coating his fingers as he worked her clit.

The storm amplified every sensation—the cold rain against their burning skin, the slick slide of their bodies, the primal connection of their movements. Haruto’s breath was ragged, his control fraying as Kana’s moans grew frantic, her body trembling on the edge. He thrust deeper, still slow but with a forceful edge, each movement pushing them both closer to release. Her cries echoed through the forest, raw and unfiltered, blending with the rain’s relentless drum. The world was nothing but this—their bodies, the storm, and the electric pulse of their shared ecstasy.