"Last time we were caught in a summer squall was in Edinburgh, too."
A small gasp as teeth nip.
"I was there, John."
Fingers twine in dark curls.
"Yes. That's what made it so pleasant."
Soft moans as lips follow teeth, soothing.
A low purr, a hum of vocal vibrations. No words.
"I think " Fingers tug curls harder. " I like " A sharp intake of breath. Poised. " the weather here." A shudder of pleasure, release. Knees shake. Head falls softly back against stone.
Gentle hands tuck in. A quiet zip.
A kiss, sweet and salty.
"The sun's back out."