Wrecking her luscious ass with my hand as she is on all fours, my other hand slipping between her legs, gently rubbing her and telling her in every little detail what I'm going to do to her next.
Zinnias, handpicked ones, between her fingers, as she toys with them over breakfast in a white cotton robe, half open, foot up on th chair next to her with ample leg showing and a far off smile on her face of a recent moment... (Z's are hard)
Breakfast with a bed tousled woman all smiles and messy hair without a care in the world. Pouring her coffee and making her breakfast as the memories of the night before come back to the surface and her hands start to roam across my body...
Encricled in dappled sunlight on a thick picnic blanket, her hair splayed out around her head and not an ounce of clothes on her and as the woods around soak up the sound of us coming together, knowing it can't get much better than this...