In the stillness of the summer afternoon, Emily reclined on a plaid blanket, the cool grass soothing her sun-warmed skin. Her pixie cut, cropped short and feathered with blonde highlights, caught the sunlight filtering through the trees. The sultry air clung to her, dampening her skin and igniting a restless heat within her core.
She had chosen a daring lingerie set for the occasion, a delicate bra and panty combination of emerald green lace that accentuated her curves. The lacy cups barely contained her ample breasts, her nipples pebbled with anticipation. The panties hugged her hips, a whisper of fabric that hinted at the treasure beneath.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear him approach. His footsteps were silent, his presence announced only by the rustle of leaves and the sudden drop in temperature. She looked up, her breath hitching in her throat as she met his gaze. His eyes, dark and smoldering, raked over her, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Without a word, he lowered himself onto the blanket, his eyes never leaving hers. His hand reached out, tracing the line of her jaw, the gentle touch sending a shiver down her spine. His thumb brushed against her lower lip, a silent invitation. She parted her lips, her tongue darting out to taste his skin.
He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he pulled her closer. Their lips met in a kiss that was hungry and demanding, their tongues dueling for dominance. His other hand found her breast, his thumb circling her nipple through the lace, the sensation shooting straight to her core.
She arched into his touch, her hands reaching for his shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons. He broke the kiss, helping her remove his shirt, his mouth finding her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin. She gasped, her hands roaming over his muscled chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs.
His hand slid down her body, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. He tugged them down, his mouth following the path of his hands, his tongue tracing the curve of her hip, his teeth grazing her inner thigh. She squirmed, her hands clutching at the blanket, her moans echoing through the still air.
He hooked his fingers into the lace of her bra, tugging it down to reveal her breasts. His mouth closed over one nipple, his tongue swirling around the hard peak, his teeth gently biting down. She cried out, her back arching off the blanket, her hands twisting in his hair.
His fingers found her wet and ready, his thumb circling her clit as his fingers plunged into her. She was tight and hot, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot that made her see stars. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand, her orgasm building.
He didn’t let her come. Not yet. He pulled his fingers out, his mouth replacing his fingers, his tongue lapping at her, his teeth nipping at her clit. She was a writhing mess, her moans turning into pleas, her hands tugging at his hair.
Finally, he allowed her to come. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her, her body shaking with the force of it. He didn’t give her a moment to recover, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was as fierce as it was tender.
She could feel his hard length pressing against her, his cock straining against his pants. She reached for his buckle, her fingers fumbling with the clasp. He helped her, his eyes dark with desire as he shucked his pants.
His cock sprang free, long and thick and pulsing with need. She wrapped her hand around him, her fingers barely able to encircle his girth. He groaned, his head falling back as she stroked him.
She guided him to her entrance, her body still sensitive from her orgasm. He pushed into her, inch by inch, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he started to move.
He set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against hers, his cock driving into her again and again. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slick with sweat, their moans mingling with the sounds of their lovemaking.
She came again, her orgasm triggering his. He groaned, his body shuddering as he filled her, his seed warm and comforting. He collapsed onto her, his weight a comforting presence.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling as they came down from their high. The sun began to set, the sky painted with hues of pink and orange. The air cooled, the breeze carrying the scent of the lake and the promise of a new day.
