Burning heat - part II.

Hot summer days bring the best heat, the kind that drives you inside yet keeps you wanting more. Sophie and I, we stretch out in the garden anyway. Sun sinks into bare skin while our conversation drifts between teasing and truth. I notice how the light hits her thighs first. Her dress rides up when she laughs. She catches me looking and parts her legs, inviting, unashamed. My fingers slide along her inner thigh, slow, certain, until they meet wet heat. I push her panties aside and sink two fingers inside her, curling, stroking the spot that makes her forget the next word she meant to say. She moans into the open air, body arching on the lawn chair, heels digging into the cushion. I keep my strokes steady, deep, never rushing, coaxing her until her thighs start to tremble around my wrist. She reaches for me in turn, hand sliding down the front of my shorts to grip what she wants. I stand, let her free me, then pull her forward so she can take me in her mouth, tongue hot and slick. When she’s dripping and desperate, I turn her over the table. I spread her cheeks, press a slick thumb to her tight opening, testing. She pushes back, hungry, opening for me. I work in one finger first, then two, stretching her open, keeping her relaxed with slow praise and slower thrusts until she’s ready. I replace my fingers with the head of my cock, ease inside that heat, inch by tight inch. Once I’m buried deep, I hold her hips and fuck her ass with measured, deliberate strokes, each one deeper than the last, each one making her push back harder. The sun beats down on our joined bodies. Sweat runs between us. Her moans grow louder, unfiltered, carried by the heat, until she shudders hard around me and I follow her over the edge.