I step to the edge of the water and unbutton my pants. I take off my clothes, piece by piece, and shiver a little in the cool morning air.
Naked now, I take my first step into the pool.
The water’s cool, but not freezing.
The rocks beneath my feet are smooth from decades of erosion, and I slowly make my way into the falling water itself.
Although it’s not a deluge, the water presses me down in a firm massage. It’s when I turn around and come out of the current enough to see that I want to cry.
Ahead of me is the stream issuing from the waterfall, and the trees are sparse around it. Directly ahead is the brightest spot on the ho
rizon, the patch of sky where the sun is going to make its appearance, and the clouds above are already turning shades of purple and pink with the closing proximity of the sunrise.
It quickly becomes obvious that sex in the waterfall is going to be a bit much to handle with the force of the water itself, but only a few feet into the alcove is a mostly smooth, mostly flat rock.
I walk over to it and turn back toward the opening. There’s a good deal of mist, but the colors of the coming sunrise are bright enough from back here to fill me with a dual sense of peace and excitement.
“What do you think?” Dane calls from the other side of the falling water.
“I think this would be a lot better with some company,” I tell him.
A few seconds later and he’s naked beside me, placing an already-soaked towel onto the rock just behind me.
“It might be a little cold,” he says.
“That’s okay,” I tell him, and as the mist surrounds us and the sunrise grows more intense, I wrap my arms around him, saying, “I love you, Dane. Thank you.”
He smiles, and I kiss him tenderly.
This moment is peace and romance and sex at once, and I lie down on the towel, wincing slightly until the towel absorbs my heat and Dane’s on top of me now, his hair dripping wet.
I reach down between his legs and feel him.
He’s already hard.
I’m dripping wet.
He slides into me easily, and I’m immediately plunged into a new realm of existence where there is nothing but sensual pleasure inside and all around me.
He leans forward, kissing me softly, and as he pulls away, I can’t hear the words, but his lips say, “I love you.”
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him into me deeper as the first glimmer of the sun catches the water, forming prisms of light, casting colors in the spray of the waterfall.
The water is cold on my skin, but Dane is so warm inside me.
My arms are around him, his skin so fluid against mine.
His warmth fills me, and as the first half of the sun comes above the horizon through the translucent distance, I start to quiver.
With his body firmly but gently pressed on and into mine, I gasp as my body becomes so incredibly sensate that every drop of water coming over the falls, every particle and wave of light passing through grows into me.
My breasts push tight against him with every deep breath, and my eyes are watering as the surge permeates my body, making me feel, for a moment, immortal.
I hardly notice when my eyes close, I’m so aware of every tattered piece of touch.
My own voice echoes in the alcove and is washed away by the rushing torrent so close I can taste it.
When my eyes open again, Dane is smiling above me.