One Swinging Summer by Patience Hellsmith

didn't slide his hands under my panties, but instead slid down over them, his fingers pressing against my wetness through the thin skin of the fabric barrier. As his warm hands explored between my legs, I slid my hands down inside the back of his pants and felt his hot, smooth skin and squeezed. I could feel his fingers trying to get inside me, blocked by my panties. "You are so wet, you are soaking through these," he said against my lips. I felt his fingers slide the thin fabric aside, and glide up and down between my lips before he slid two fingers inside me. I moaned against his mouth, my hips arching against his fingers, helping him inside farther.
    My hips rocked back and forth against his hand and I heard him say, "Damn it girl, that is hot, you rocking like that."
    "I can't help it," I mumbled back, as my hands wandered freely over his warm skin, pushing any clothing aside. As I pushed his pants down around his knees, he helped me out and kicked them off completely. He sat up just long enough to pull his shirt off over his head. Now there was nothing between my hands and him and I took full advantage of it.
    We were still lying on the trampoline, covered by our blanket, but he was gloriously naked under it. After he helped me remove his clothes, he started on mine. My sweats and panties were kicked off to join his, and his soft t-shirt was quickly peeled the rest of the way from my body. Free of clothes, we went right back to exploring each other.
    He pressed me back against the trampoline, holding my arms down above my head, kissing my lips and my neck. His mouth blazed a trail toward my breast, and as his head dipped south my eyes focused on the trees above us. I watched as the leaves blew slightly in the warm morning breeze and gasped when his tongue got to my nipple. I groaned and arched into him, pressing my nipple farther and farther into his mouth. His one hand released mine and cupped my other breast, as his mouth sucked and pulled. I was still pinned by his one arm holding both of my hands above my head, so I could not touch him in return. I lay there with the trees above us going in and out of focus as all I could do was feel what his other hand and his hot tongue was doing to my body, now half exposed to the warm breeze as the blanket fell to my waist.
    He released my hands as his exploring worked its way farther south. His mouth traced kisses under my breasts, along my rib cage, and down the flat of my belly. My hips rocked back and forth again, of their own accord, in anticipation of what was coming. I heard his warm laughter against my skin as he noticed.
    "I do aim to please," I heard him say for the second time, right before I lost all thought and hearing when his tongue slid between my lips. My hips bucked against him, and he put his fingers to work along side his tongue. "Oh, yes, come for me," I heard from his muffled mouth minutes later. "That's it, let me taste you."
    The waves of pleasure that had been building finally broke, and I cried out. "Mmmm," He said against me. I barely heard him as I spiraled out of control. Before I had a chance to come down, I could feel his mouth making the reverse trip, kissing and nipping his way back up my body. As he got to my breast, and sucked my hard nipple into his mouth, I felt him slide inside me. My legs instinctively wrapped around him, pulling him deeper.
    It was his turn to rock against me, filling me deeper and deeper with every thrust. After a few seconds I realized that his thrusts were keeping the same tempo as his mouth on my nipple. As he would thrust deep inside me, I felt his mouth suck my breast deeper inside his mouth. Soon I was rocking with him again, the pull on my nipple and his weight against my clit starting to push me again over the edge.
    He slid one hand down between the trampoline and my back, finding and gripping my ass. Holding it in a tight grip, he called out. The sound of his pleasure pushed me farther into mine and I came again,