*Zac*
I am honestly getting rather exited, trying to figure out what she can possible have bought me, that has to be outside. "What is it ? Where is it ?"

"Patience my dear.. patience". She say giggling. I am happy to see her being back to being all happy and relaxed, honestly her being angry at me scares me.

As we get close to the stable she whistles and calls out. "Jack, come here boy. There is someone you have to meet".

"Jack ?"

"Yeah.. this is Jack of hearts, I just call him Jack". She say as a giant black horse comes sprinting around the corner, Honey at his heels. "You talked about wanting a horse. I found him and he is perfect, very sweet and well trained and well a good size.. so I kind of..".

I cover her mouth softly with my hand. "Darling, rambling is my thing".

She rolls her eyes and I let her go, stepping over to the fence, holding out my hand. "Well hello and welcome Jack. You are a big boy aren't you ?"

"He is a shire, 4 years old and a stallion. But he has the kindest soul. Actually he reminded me of you, big on the outside, but loving and cuddly on the inside". Dahlia say stepping up to me.

I rub him between the eyes, and he lift his big head, his soft upper lip nuzzling my face. And I feel an instant connection with him that surprises me. I gently blow into his nostrils and he breathes out deeply.

Then he lowers his head, resting it against me and I scratch his neck, feeling overwhelmed, swallowing. "He is beautiful.. Thank you darling".

"You are welcome and yes he is, I am sure the two of you will make a handsome sight together". She say softly, stepping up beside me, sliding an arm around my waist.

I give Jack one last pad and turn towards Dahlia, hugging her tightly into me. Not even realising that I am crying before I hear myself sniffle. "I am sorry I yelled at you. I just wanted to protect you".

"Please don't cry Zac. It is okay. I should have talked to you about it". She say, softly rubbing my back.

"Sorry, I tend to cry you know, it's a libra thing. I am just so overwhelmed darling. Thank you, it is an amazing gift". I pull her even closer, enjoying the feeling of having her in my arms again.

I feel her breathe in deeply against me. "Actually there is something else I want to show you. Something I discovered on one of my.. rides.. it is about 20 minutes hike, at the edge of our ground, towards the forest".

"Sure.. I'd love too". I say with a smile.

"Let me just get on my hiking boots then.. my feet tend to swell if I walk to long in these". She tells me.

About 20 min later as we get near the forest at the end of our grounds the sun has set, and the last traces of orange sky can still be seen in the west, over the trees there.

In the east, stars are just beginning to peek out of the darkening sky, shining 100 times brighter than can ever be seen in the city. This is one of the reasons I love it out here, nature and tranquility.

  There is a faint trail leading into the edge of the forest, and that is the way she leads me.

It is not too dark here yet, and she seems to know her way. My eyes are more often on her than on the path as I trust her to guide me through the tall pine trees toward some rocks nearby.

Just before reaching the large rocks, the path turns to go around to the right side of one large one. As we follow the path around, the air begins to feel heavier and, surprisingly warmer!

As we move between the very large boulders, some new, strange and unexpected sounds reach my ears.

A low hissing, a rumbling, and... is that bubbling?

The air definitely feels humid here, and, with all the various clues, I am not very surprised when, coming around a very large rock, I see water.

Not a cold stream or a murky forest pond.

This is a large, colorful pool with waves of steam curling off its surface!

To the right, I can see where the water flows out of the pool, running between the rocks to a natural channel, obviously flowing down into a small stream. To the left, the source of this pool, a hot spring, with water bubbling so furiously from it that it's almost a geyser.

The spring splashes over and the water flows over hard stone and empties into the pool, which is now just a few steps from us.

I stop, and turn, and as I turn, I pull her hand to the side, so that she also turn into me.

She smiles mischievously at me, nearly bursting with happiness for the surprise she has prepared for me.

The earth of the path has mostly turned to stone, like the stone all around the pool, but it is dry here. There is grass behind us and a few hardy flowers around.

But as the evening deepens, these things become invisible to us. Only the white bubbles of the spring, the mist rising from the pool, and each other can be seen.

Still without words, I lean down and place my lips on hers.

My arm circles around her waist to bring her close against me. The little baby bump is the first thing that presses up against me, but she is not so big that I even have to bend forward more than usual to meet her lips. Still, I love that and every little reminder of the little life we've got growing inside her.

I feel her breath sigh out of her at our kiss, and her arms circle behind my neck. A few more long but soft kisses build the emotion between us.

Whether it's the atmosphere of the pool or something between us, it begins to feel hot here, where we're standing.

I take a step closer to the pool, pulling her with me, not wanting to break our embrace.

As I sink down to my knees and then sit on the rock there. My hand holds Dahlia's strongly, and I pull her down. She must be unsure about exactly what I intend, so she nearly loses her balance. I catch her easily and sit her on my lap on the ground, with both my arms completely around her body.

She is turned to the side, relative to me, and she only need turn her head and lift it to kiss me again, which she does lovingly. Her arms are on my shoulders now.

Perhaps a little sooner than I should, my hands move to the bottom of her shirt, hunting for the way to her warm skin. My rough hands move across her belly, finding a gap between the shirt and pants. I caress that spot gently.

Dahlia's kisses have become more passionate and I take that as a sign that I may continue.

Now my whole hand is under her shirt, still moving across her round belly, sides and back. As I become braver, my hands move higher until I brush against her breast.

Her hands have begun to move too, pulling on my T-shirt, trying to reach to my skin as well.

I trace a line with my finger, under the cup of one breast and then the other. Making her breath quicken at my touch.

She succeed in pulling my shirt up, and I have not choice but to remove my hands from her, so that she can bring the shirt over my head and off my arms. I am now bare-chested with her in my lap.

My turn now, I pull up her shirt. Her breasts sort of bounce out of the offending garment and onto her chest as the shirt moves upward. No bra I see. She helps me pull it over her head and then drop it on the ground with mine.

Now the skin from our upper bodies are in direct contact, and I am on fire! Her breasts are larger than I remember, must be the pregnancy.

My arms are circled around her once again, pressing her closer to me as our kissing continues, now more heavy and deep than romantic and playful.

I move one hands fingertips, across her back and then down her side, caressing gently. Then, with that same hand, I caress the side of her breast, then brush over the nipple, which has puckered wantingly.

"Stand up". I mumble softly.

After she gets on her feet, I get to my knees but do not stand with her. Instead, I place my hands on the top button of her trousers.

I place one, gentle, blissful kiss on her fantastically sexy belly, and at the same time, undo the first button of her jeans.

Then the next...

and the next...

Putting another delicate kiss, this time right at the top of her panties, between the buttons, my hands move down to her boots.

These are boots for mountain walking, so I pull the laces and loosen them.

She puts her arms around my shoulders again, and I am in heavenly bliss with my face between her succulent breasts. I nip at them gently as my hands pull up each leg and slip off one boot and then the other.

Then she straightens as she feel my hands pulling the jeans down her legs. Again she smother me with her exquisite breasts as I raise her feet again one by one and pull the trousers over her feet. The socks come off too.

Standing before me like a goddess in nothing but her white lace panties, she looks at me impatiently.

I get to my feet and kiss her deeply, my hands on her hips.

Now it is her turn to struggle with first my belt and then my buttons. The temperature is perfect but her hands are weak and shaking from the urgency of the moment.

Finally, the buttons part, and she pushes my jeans down to my knees.

I laugh and bend over to undo my own boots, remove my socks and then slip the jeans off.

As I stand before you, we are nearly naked, together next to the steaming, mystical forest pool.

For a moment, as I bend down, she expect and prepare to meet my kiss, but I surprise her. It is the last remaining clothing of my own that I am taking care of, dropping my boxers on the ground.

I take a step away from you, toward the clear pool. My hand hold hers firmly as I take one more step and my foot enters the water there.

*Dahlia*
I have a full sight now of my man, not a strip of clothing to hide him and he is obviously very excited. He is testing the water with his foot, balancing almost like a dancer with his other foot on the side of the pool and one arm extended to keep my hand in his.

Smiling to myself I slowly lick my lip, oh how I missed him. He is a glorious sight to behold here in the dim light.

He set his foot on the rocks beneath the surface of the warm pool and pull me one step closer to it. Then he brings his other foot into the pool as well, his hand still outstretched to keep my hand in his.

*Zac*
Finally, she also removes the last bit of clothing, and I admire as she is moving the white fabric over her shapely hips, down the sexy thighs and off of her dainty, wonderful feet. I must be the luckiest man in the world!

She reach for my hand again and I help her keep balance as she step into the water with me. It's warmer than a bath!

At this spot, the water doesn't even reach our knees, but you can tell that it gets deeper toward the center.

Still, I take this moment to pull her against me, our whole bodies touching, knees, thighs, waists, bellies, chests, arms, and lips. Heaven!

I again pull her down with me, this time to sit next to me in the shallow water by the edge of the pool, and I kiss her sweet lips, her jaw, neck and shoulder.

She is pressing gentle kisses on my shoulder, my chest and my lips too.

My right hand this time moves to cup her breast, the left one, and my thumb begins to move over her nipple there.

A small moan escape her lips.

After a few minutes of this attention, I push her hips with my other and, signal her to move with me, deeper into the warm water.

But the kisses don't stop.

As the water deepens, it also gets warmer, and I wonder when it will feel too hot. But at this point it is comfortable.

My lips never leave hers for more than a second or two, but my hands are spending a lot of time stroking her breasts and sometimes breaking to caress her hips and the firm roundness of her backside.

I pull her tight against me again, moving her easily in the water, guiding her into my lap again, the water reaching to our shoulders as we are sitting down

And still, the kisses never stop.

The fire is in her eyes now and this time, she move. Getting up partially, the nipples of her breasts brushing the surface of the water, as she move one leg to the other side of me.

She sit back down again on my thighs, her legs now completely open with me between them. When she move her body closer to me and my erection, feeling hot even in this hot water, is pressed against her belly and the lips of her womanhood is brushing against the base of it.

Our kisses now are uncontrolled almost savage. We are under no one's control now. My hands continue to move over her back, breasts and her exquisite ass with no plan at all. I just can't touch enough of her at once!

She raise herself up, and both of us move a hand to help position me for the first nudge inside her warmt. Now we have stopped kissing as her head falls to my shoulder. Together, we move her a little bit lower, with more of me moving into her.

In the water I can lift her even more easily, and I do push her just a little bit up, so that the next thrust can get her just a little bit more. I can get just a little bit deeper.

This is the way we move me into her, little by little, centimeter by centimeter, one up, two down, one up, two down... until finally I feel her presses totally down over me. And even then, we push just a little deeper, until her body is pressed so hard against mine that we are almost one. The deepest I can be inside her.

The breaths from her lips have become more like whimpers, not of pain but of ecstasy. It sounds almost like crying but I can see in her face that there is no regret or hesitation, nothing uncomfortable.

With our bodies pressed tightly together, we move against each other. Her clit is pressed against the base of my cock, and this movement rolls and presses it between us. Her breathing coming in small gasps.

Now I am kissing her neck and shoulders. I'm even trying to stoop my head to kiss her breasts as they bob in the water, pressed against my chest.

Her head falls back now, so that her face is to the sky as the waves of pleasure build inside both of us. Whether she is able to see anything at all amongst the building passion and the stars twinkling down on our perfect forest paradise I don't know.

It is her cries, the flexing, crushing, quivering of the muscles inside her, the firm fingers pressing into my shoulders that all pushes me over the edge, and some part of me wonders whether the heat of my surge inside her can be felt at all among all the other heat of this moment.

And this pleasure lasts for minutes, as our bodies both continue to twitch and throb, each time provoking another, smaller wave of pleasure as it passes.

At the end, we are both drained, exhausted by what feels like the squeezing out of all our passions, onto, among, between and into each other.

She fall limp against me and my shaking arms take her in. If not for the lightness of her in the water, I don't know if I would have the strength to hold her, but here, I can circle my arms around her and just hold her close, keeping her as near to me as it's possible.

We stay like this for several minutes, me still inside her but probably not for long, and I remind myself that this is her way. She'll be fine, her body just needs to recover from the experience. I continue to hold her warmly and protectively to me.

Finally, with a deep breath, she raise her head from my shoulder and look deeply into my eyes. "That was wonderful. I have missed you so much".

"It was and I have missed you too".