Morning dew

Maria always loved early morning rain.  The moisture that collected on the window always tended to impact the moisture that it would create under the sheets.  The coming of rain was always a good prediction that her hand would find itself beneath the covers to invade her sacred parts.  The music the droplets would create,  along with the smell of the new life it brought forth always made Maria feel a certain way.  And this morning was no different.  Her breath deepened with every stroke. As her fingers produced more wetness,  her mind would race on thoughts of him. She would let her previous sessions with him take her away,  remembering how he felt inside her. Remembering the way his body would move into hers. And the feeling of pure bliss that would shake her entire body as they came together.  Those thoughts are what would bring her to climax this morning.  As the images poured into her mind,  the  flooding of juices poured out of her below. Her back arched,  her hips jerked,  and her insides tightened as the orgasmic vibrations overtook her senses. Release was needed and achieved.  And as she lay there breathless,  she hoped it was still pouring when he got home.