Out of the pool and onto the grass

Both of us are still breathing hard, but there’s that restless little shift in her hips that tells me she’s not exactly done yet. I was so focused on myself after just over two weeks, though, that I completely forgot about her.

I slide my hands down behind her, catching her by that magnificent ass, and lift her off the hot tub wall in one smooth motion.

She squeals in surprise, and her arms and legs instantly wrap around me like a koala.

“Jay! I’m too heavy- put me down!” she complains into my neck

I laugh and start making my way to the steps. “Whatever. No you’re not.”

She’s giggling and burying her face in the crook of my shoulder. The shallower the water gets, the more her thighs squeeze my sides while her arms clutch around my neck. Fuck, her tits feel good against my chest. I carry her across the shallow end, up the stairs, and over the travertine deck. I head straight to the big patch of grass that looks like the closest semi-soft surface I can find.

Cautiously, I drop to my knees first, then ease her down onto her back so she’s lying flat in the grass. She lets out a small “oof” when her shoulders hit the ground, then grins up at me with her legs still loosely hooked around my waist.

“You’re insane,” she says, but she’s smiling. “You’re gonna hurt your back.”

“Please,” I say dismissively. “You are not that big.”

Not giving her a chance to say anything more, I lean in and kiss her. When her fingers find my hair, and start to weave into it, I start moving down her body. Trailing kisses over her collarbone, I kiss and lick and suck my way down between her tits, and then down the soft plane of her stomach. She shivers when my mouth brushes the sensitive skin down one side of the small patch of hair, and then move over to the other.

“Jay…” Her voice is softer.

I settle between her thighs, catching her behind her knees to spread them wider. She’s glistening and it obviously isn’t just the pool water. Whether it’s because of her body chemistry, or because of the pool, there’s no real scent, even as I practically bury my nose in her while I kiss and suck at her outer lips.

I don’t spend long teasing her. I move to her slit, slicing between her lips with my tongue, parting them from her entrance to her clit.

She gasps a sharp intake of breath and her hips jerk up. “Oh fuck.”

I do it again so that the lips of my mouth are essentially pressing between her swollen labia, then I focus on her clit by latching around it and sucking. I circle it with my tongue before picking up speed by rapidly lapping at it, keeping up the suction. Her hands fly to my hair, gripping it tightly. Thanks to how wet she is, I easily slide two fingers inside her. I use them to explore, taking a little bit of time to just build the anticipation and feel the different textures and surfaces inside her. But I make sure my tongue and lips never stop what they’re doing to her clit.

“Sí… keep doing that with your tongue,” she says when I alter my technique. Her words are breathy moans. “God, papi… yes… eat my panocha…”

Her moans are starting to come out as unchecked as her words. I also notice that her thighs are beginning to tremble around my ears. I hone in my focus, licking faster and using my fingers with more purpose than just playing with her.

It takes less than a minute before her back arches off the grass and her fingers are yanking at my hair.

“Jay- oh God! I’m-”

Her words are cut off by a squeal loud enough that it probably would’ve had my neighbors pounding on my wall, or calling the office. I hold on as her body lurches, like it’s trying to dislodge my mouth. She’s cumming hard with pulses around my fingers as I continue my assault on her clit.

I keep going, pressing on, right through the subsiding waves of her orgasm that have her thighs clamped around my head. I ignore the bucking hips that try to throw me off and the hand that’s pushing at my forehead as she tries to crawl away.

“Jay- stop, please. It’s- Ungh- I’m too sensitive- fuck!”

The only respite she gets is from me removing my fingers from inside her, so I can latch my arms around her hips, pinning her down to the point that she can’t escape my mouth. She’s definitely got some strength, but I’ve got the leverage without her being able to get traction with her feet in the grass. It takes a few, but her protests dissolve into broken gasps, then whimpers, then a long, shuddering moan as the overstimulation flips back into pleasure.

Her second orgasm hits faster than the first. Her whole body locks, sending her back bowing off the grass and a raw cry tearing out of her throat. Her fingers are digging into my scalp, helping her ride out the waves coursing through her. This time, when her body’s responses begin to slow, and her thighs finally start to slacken, I let up. Her hand stops pushing when I kiss her inner thighs instead, and she strokes through my hair.

When I finally look up to see past her heaving tits, I just see the bottom of her chin. Her head is laying back in the grass.

“You… didn’t have to… do that,” she whispers between breaths, sounding a little worse for wear.

“Yeah, I did.” I crawl up her body, pausing at each boob on my journey of kissing my way back to her mouth. “You taste too good to stop at one.”

She laughs and pulls me down so my weight settles over her. I can feel the grass that’s sticking to my skin where I was lying down in it. Her legs hook loosely around my hips again.

“Fuck me,” she murmurs against my lips. “Right here in the yard. I want you inside me again.”

I don’t need convincing. I readjust, line up, and push in. I can feel the flutters as her overworked sex welcomes me back inside. Her head drops back into the grass and she moans, raking her nails down my back until she’s clawing at my ass. I can only imagine what the grass is going to look like by the time we’re done, and what the landscapers may have to do to fix it. My knees are sinking into the dirt and my toes are getting dirt and grass under my nails as I try to get more traction to give it to her the way she wants. Her hands alternate between clutching at me and going to her sides, grabbing clumps of grass.

When my orgasm starts first yet again, this time it’s enough to trigger hers. Hers seems smaller, but it was enough time for me to build up another healthy batch that I gladly deposit inside her. Groaning her name and expletives is the best I can do as I grind my hips against her.

When it’s over, we stay tangled together in the grass. I kiss her neck and shoulder as she strokes my back and hums her satisfaction.

After a minute, she tilts her head and kisses my shoulder.

“I’m going to have to avoid the landscapers when they come tomorrow,” she chuckles, looking at one of her hands and then wiping it in the grass.

I laugh instantly. “I was literally thinking the same thing a minute ago,” I mutter.

“I’d do it again, for what it’s worth.” She kisses my temple, and hugs herself around me. “Come on. Get up. I don’t need any bugs trying to get someplace they shouldn’t be.”

I chuckle a little more, grin, and then pull out of her. Standing, I hold out a hand to help her up.

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