Moonsoon Drizzle

I staggered home, immersed in a sea of agony that sent electric shocks of excruciating pain through my ribs and jolted my heart, echoing the haunting words she had uttered to me.
"Love is an uncertain thing."
How could she cast such doubt without witnessing the depths of my capabilities and potential? I yearned to prove myself, to be a partner exceeding her wildest imaginings, reshaping her world's trajectory.
I pledged to love her until my last breath, breathing in every whisper of her name. Legends say wolves wed in sweet sun showers. As she discreetly observed me in the classroom, I envisioned sinking my teeth into her neck, passionately kissing her like a primal force, determined to transform her world.
My dreams, vivid and steamy, blurred the line between her stimuli and my response, where every scenario concluded with an orgasmic culmination. In reality, she was a force to be reckoned with. A vivid memory lingered from our summer camp; as our peers forged ahead on a treacherous trek, I halted, finding her standing behind me. Curious, I retraced my steps, and, locking eyes with me, she spoke volumes.
Before she seized me by the collar, our heartbeats resonated like racing horses amid the forest. Dragging my body beside her, we found refuge under the shade of towering cypress trees. Pinned against the bough, her eyes sparkled with desire.
"Are you sure you want it here?" I asked, and she responded with a nod, biting my lip in a bold, tantalizing move. Capturing the daring signals she threw my way, I wasted no time and proceeded immediately.
I encircled my thumb around her lower lip, applying pressure until it was liberated from the confines of her teeth. "You're sure? Because I don't want to rush you," I questioned, my concern evident.
"Sssh," she hushed, her certainty palpable. She then kissed my lips, instantly introducing her tongue into my mouth, setting the stage for a passionate encounter.
In all truth I had not invited this prodigy of a tongue; turning, I had merely wished to look at her face, expecting only that the expression of aesthetic delight I might find there would correspond to what I knew was my own.
I remember how much more passionate she was than me. Always hungry to taste me more than I to smell the bumps raised on her skin when I breath against it.
The way the wisps of her breath caressed my skin, the way her eyes followed the direction of my finger like a slave obeyed the orders of her master as I do things to her which were delicious and beyond the imagination of kids of our age.
But I did not even catch a glimpse of her face, so instantaneous and urgent was that tongue inside my mouth and synchronously her hands pushing my ass.
She undid my shirt and started moving her hands around my abs ,pushed me to the harder on the bench pointed near the tree for the visitors to took some rest and slowly walked towards me with crossed legs in her skirts. She sat on my things and whispered,
"You should keep this a secret."
I hugged her tightly and told her not to worry.
"Don't worry, I know the art of keeping secrets."
The sun was setting behind the west horizon, the shades of the tree began to intensified more, the birds returned to their nest built on the branches of these trees and under one we sat, she on my lap, my arms around her, she was brewing like a hot coffee and I was so excited to handle her it care and take short sip of her to enjoy every bit of her.
I sat her up and smiled down at her,
As I looked on her my eyes would imagine the stuff behind her clothes. The story of inside. As my eyes lingered on her bright red panties imagining about doing things to her with my fingers and mouth that almost would make her black out.
So I lean down and kiss her and synchronously my fingers were still moving rhythmically over her panties and my thumb circling and pressing the spot.
She let out sweet moan which were instantly succumbed by the thick bushes of trees.
I removed her panties while kissing her and rubbed in rounds, my index finger with her vaginal lips striking the sand sized clitoris in each go.
Then I spread her legs and drove my tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to my ears.
She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if touched and licked at her right spot, she made the most glorious sounds — raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue.
Her legs began to stiffen as I push my tongue inside her with each breath sound.
I asked her “‘Are you all right?’
I’ve never been better ’ she practically purred in moaning voice.
And yet she said today. That love is an uncertain thing.
Yes, she's true. Love is indeed an uncertain thing. It changes it's axis before you could get it. And changes your world before you could know it. Love is unpredictable, just like the moonsoon drizzle.
All those moments we had together were as unpredictable as her love for me. As uncertain as it was. But in my case it was all certain.
My love for her, my feelings for her, the days, the moments, and every nano second I had spent around her, sniffing, licking, biting, kissing her, I was certain about all of them and knew it was nothing but a powerful feeling which had turned my world upside down and changed it completely.
Things had changed between the two us of the moment she uttered her philosophical ideology to me under the shade of tree and it was the nature that helped me comprehend her words.
I came home, shattered like mirror on which the lover had threw stones, I was left alone to heal parts of me which was caressed by her breath and skin.
Things had been changed from that day.