"This is a *ridiculous* night to sit in a hot tub! It's RAINING, for
goodness sakes!" My idea of fun does not include sitting in a hot tub in the
rain, and I fully intended to let him know it.

"Come on... be adventurous."

"Colds and runny noses are not adventurous."

"Okay, sissy... then you just stand there and watch me soak in the
delicious, relaxing, steaming tub. Enjoy!"

With that parting shot, he walked out onto the back deck and commenced
stripping. It was drizzling like mad and the idiot was stripping. In the
rain. In the middle of winter. At night, for goodness sakes. Idiot.

I watched as he quickly pulled off his sweater and jeans. To my surprise, he
wasn't wearing swimming trunks... oh, my, he wasn't wearing anything! Now
totally naked, he stepped into the tub and slowly sat down. A blissful smile
appeared on his face. A minute later, the smile was replaced by something
else... a look of mischief. Uh, oh. He got out of the tub and quickly
stepped back inside.

"You need some adventure in your life, honey."

He quickly picked me up and stalked back outside. Ignoring my outraged
shrieks and struggles, he set me down by the hot tub and began ripping off
my clothing. Literally. I fought him off, but it's difficult to fight in the
cold rain. Soon, I was naked, and he pushed me into the tub.

Great. I'm shivering and wet... does it get wetter than this? He looked at
me with a pleased smile on his face that turned into a wicked grin as his
eyes travelled down my naked body. Ignoring my glares, he came over and held
me to help me stop shivering. Soon, my goose bumps disappear, to be replaced
by an incredibly languid warmth. I held on to him and closed my eyes,
letting the contrast between the warm water and the cold rain make my head
spin. He began kissing me. Wet full kisses, slippery from the rain, kisses
that began wandering from my lips across my face and neck. In the deep
water, it was easy for him to move my body against his, making me quite
aware of his arousal. I wrapped my legs around him and brought my arms up
around his neck, my weight entirely supported by him. Caressed by him and by
the warm water, I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the feeling of delightful
dizzyness. He put his hands on my hips and stroked himself against me for a
few moments, then entered me. I couldn't move -- I could only hold on,
entirely at his mercy. He moved me slowly, up and down... agonizingly
slowly, but growing faster. I heard him begin to pant. Then suddenly he bit
my shoulder and pulled me hard against him. I gasped; my nails dug into his
shoulders but we were beyond noticing. The rhythm was quick now...
quicker... harder... then the explosive convulsions of our climax.

We drowsed in the tub for about an hour afterwards, not saying anything,
just being quiet and together. I hate it when he's right. Sigh.