We Just Met

The countryside stretched out around them, quiet and green, when Natasha stepped out rubbing the back of her neck. Pain shot up into her skull with every turn. She found Remi in the grass, legs stretched in the sun, and asked for help without meeting her eyes. Remi smiled and pulled Natasha down beside her. No words about heat packs or stretches. She climbed behind the blonde, pressed her breasts to Natasha’s back, and let her weight work the tight muscle. Slow circles, steady pressure. Natasha’s shoulders dropped. Her breath came easier. Remi leaned in, lips brushing the curve where pain had been, and Natasha felt the first spark move lower. Gratitude showed in the way Natasha turned and guided Remi onto her back. She settled above her, thighs framing Remi’s face, the soft weight of her body settling fully. Remi’s tongue met her slowly, then deeper, until Natasha’s hips rolled in time with each stroke. When the ache inside her grew too sharp, Natasha slid lower, brought her own mouth between Remi’s legs, and returned the favor with the same unhurried hunger. The afternoon heat pressed against their bare skin. Natasha moved again, this time settling her hips over Remi’s so their cunts met, slick and open. They rocked together, clit against clit, pace quickening until each thrust sent small shocks up their spines. Remi’s hands gripped Natasha’s ass; Natasha’s mouth found Remi’s again, tasting herself on the brunette’s tongue. The quiet field held the sound of their breathing, the wet slide of skin on skin, and the low cries that rose when they came against each other.