Working The Earth

Veronica spent the afternoon digging in the garden under a blistering sun. Ava Sparxxx watched from inside, filled a tall glass with ice water and carried it out. Veronica took the glass and kissed her thank-you, the ice water dripping down her wrist. She motioned for Ava to kneel beside her, showing the redhead how to soak the soil until it darkened and gave under a fingertip. Ava looked up from the dirt, eyes drifting to the thin line of sweat that ran between Veronica’s breasts. The garden could wait. They kissed hard, tasting dust and lip gloss and thirst, the tall tumbler sweating in Veronica’s grasp. Someone fetched a blanket, and they spread it beneath a patch of sunlight. Cloth rustled. Short, white jean cut-offs slid down Veronica’s thighs, a wisp of cotton panties following. Ava’s feathery red hair whipped across Veronica’s mouth, and Veronica caught the copper strands, gripping as she dipped to kiss the small, pink nipples offered to her. Ava tilted, moved onto hands and knees, and pulled Veronica’s face between her legs from behind. The response was immediate: a warm, wet lick that parted her smooth lips, Veronica sucking her swollen clit the way she had just sipped her ice water. They turned, chest to chest again. Ava kept moving downward until her tongue met the gleaming heat between Veronica’s thighs. She licked slow then faster, two fingers trailing feather-light over Veronica’s breasts before she took the nipples in turns between soft lips. Ava flicked her tongue lower, lapped between the soaked folds, working a matching rhythm until Veronica trembled. Then Veronica was beneath Ava and Ava lowered her hips. In the open 69 they each found their rhythm, gasping, sucking, tongues gliding wet and demanding. The cries multiplied, urgent, rising with each shared pulse of pleasure. Ava stayed locked on Veronica’s clit until the orgasm ripped free, Veronica howling toward the sky and shaking beneath her. As the tremors faded, Ava let herself be guided, settling back onto Veronica’s waiting mouth. Veronica licked with urgency, drawing firm circles around Ava’s clit while her hands gripped her thighs. Ava came loud, nails biting grass roots, gasping and repeating Veronica’s name. They collapsed together, bodies slack and glistening, lips meeting once more, soft and slow, tasting the sun-warmed blend of skin and sex.