Concrete Sky
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I’m leaning on the side, my arms crossed on the concrete, my chin resting on my hands. The sunlight dances in every strand of her golden hair, pulled back in a loose twist. She’s fallen asleep in the sun, the pulp novel, I pushed on her, lying beside the lounge chair. She’s so gorgeous when she’s relaxed, her lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed with sleep.
Dropping back into the pool, I rear my hand back, skimming across the water’s surface. An arc of spray scatters across the concrete, the first fine droplets at the beginning landing on her back. I smile and sweep with more force, listening to the water rain down outside the pool. Erica shifts in her slumber and turns her head away from the cool intrusion. Chuckling to myself, I swim along the side, closer to her chair. Turning sideways and cupping my hands beneath the water, I toss a sheet of spray into the air that is targeted for her head and shoulders. She immediately startles awake, rising to her elbows. “What the hell?!”
I do my best to stifle the grin threatening to take over my face. “What?” Feigning complete innocence I grip the sides of the pool, letting the waves from my splash lap at my shoulders.
“What…” She mocks my question. “Don’t give me that innocent look Mary Jo. You got me all wet.”
There’s no way I can hide the smile this time; she just makes it too easy sometimes. “Hey, don’t blame me for whatever it was you were dreaming about, that got you all…wet.” I punctuate the last work with a raise of my eyebrows.
She smiles brightly and shakes her head. I have a clear view of her cleavage, pressed against the slats of the lounge chair. “Get your dirty mind out of the gutter.” I crook my finger, beckoning her to the pool. “Maybe you need to come wash me clean.”
I watch Erica swivel and rise from the chair. As she walks to the poolside, my gaze is able to dink in a long length of leg, the high cut of her suit on her hips. Her feet leave the concrete as she sails over my head, diving head first into the pool. I swim towards the shallow water, stopping to turn, once my foot hits the bottom, waiting for her to come to me. She glides toward me and I reach out for her as soon as she’s within my grasp.
This has officially replaced any previous favorite summertime activity I may have had. Floating in the pool, with Erica wrapped around me, is the most pleasurable way I can think to spend a Saturday afternoon. She drapes her arms around my shoulders and circles her legs around my waist. I crouch lower in the water, bending my legs beneath her, so she can relax in my lap. Sliding my hands up from her waist, I move my palms over the skin of her bare back.
I tilt my head up to kiss her lightly, to silently convey the contentment I feel. “Your back is warm.”
She scoffs lightly and shifts closer to me, locking her ankles behind my back. “Well, the sun is pretty hot out there, Mary Jo.”
I drop my lips to her collarbone, trailing my tongue over her salty skin. “That’s not the only thing that’s hot out there.” I pull the strap down from her right shoulder and kiss the soft, pale skin. Her face nuzzles into the side of my head, as I lick and nip at her shoulder. Reaching up I pull her arms down from around my neck, and slide each strap down her arms, my thumbs tracing over the smooth exposed skin.
“Mary Jo, we’re outside.”
“Hmm, huh….” My voice is muffled as I kiss along her breastbone, inflamed by the view of her bare shoulders under the bright afternoon sun. “Well, maybe we can confirm for our neighbors why you spend so much time over here.”
“Mary Jo - “
“Erica...” I slide the suit completely free of her arms and she circles them back around my neck. “I have a fence, we’re in the water….” I press my lips against hers, gripping her hips and pressing up between her legs. She draws closer against me, losing herself in the kiss, allowing the rest of the world, that she always consciously thinks about , to just fall away. The sun, our lunchtime libations, and the cool water just wash it all away.
I’ve slowly walked us to the edge of the pool, without her notice, until the side gently collides with her back. Releasing her lips, I lean back, my hands sliding around to rest on her hips. “Up.”
She lifts and rests her elbows on the side of the pool, allowing me to draw her suit down her hips and off her long legs. Tossing it onto the hot cement, I grip her hips firmly, stopping her from lowering back into the water. Descending, I hold her gaze, my tongue extending as I close in on a taut pink nipple. Her blue eyes hold my own as she watches me run the tip around the silky peak. My lips latch onto the nipple, sucking her deep into my mouth. She reaches with delicate long fingers to brush the hair from my forehead; as I suckle and nip at her, lathing my tongue over her soft flesh.
“Oh, Mary Jo.” I watch her bright eyes close and her head extend back. She’s so beautiful, so responsive, so unaware of the power she wields over me. It makes my heart ache sometimes. Reluctantly releasing her nipple with a loud pop, I trail my tongue across her chest, repeating the same slow attention to her other breast. Her hips thrust up into my stomach, the heat of her bare core seeping through my own suit.
Her body undulates against me, strives towards me, every sense in her body drawn tight, ready for me to pluck them. Her wanton desire never ceases to flame my own. Swirling my tongue around her nipple I release the bud and move my lips up her chest, inviting her off the pool wall. Her lips land on my own ,as she drops into the water, a light gasp of hot breath against my mouth as she lowers on to my hand, a lone finger sinking into her.
She pulls my lower lips between her tight teeth as she rises and falls against my hand. Bobbing gently in the water, her breasts bounce softly against me. As she pushes upward, my mouth latches onto her nipple freezing her movement above me, suspending her in pure ecstasy. Her pelvis thrusting forward and back, pressing into me.
Biting down on her nipple, I push my hips up into her, driving my fingers deeper, harder. The water splashes around us, rippling counter to my movements. It creates a cadence of desire to my ears that runs contra rhythm to her moans.
The water laps against her abdomen, against my chin. I kiss up to her neck, sucking the hollow of her throat and lower us further into the water. I can hear the waves against the side of pool. Shallow, forceful peaks, threatening to jump the sides. The sounds of movement, the feel of her moving against me, it’s enough to push me over the edge.
She is so beautiful, leaning back, her hands clasped around the back of my neck. Her sweet sex dances on my fingers, the water buoying her into me. I slide my body further beneath her, the water splashing over my chin. I drive into her, my hand teasing her hard clit.
Erica cries out, lacing my name with a litany of curses. I want her to shout it at the top of her lungs, to give voice to the desire between her thighs. I hear the storm door to my neighbors’ patio, as she curses me to the heavens. I push her further, harder. I know they can hear the lapping of the water, the ragged moans from her throat.
I lean in and whisper against her ear, playing her sweet pussy for all she’s worth. “Come on, baby. Let me hear it.” Sucking her lobe between my teeth, I splay my hand across her lower back, urging her back, “Let go, baby.”
“Mary Jo!” She clutches at my shoulders, gripping at the edge of oblivion.
“That’s it…let it go.” My voice is low and breathy against her ear.
I hear my neighbor, Doug, clear his throat as she groans, her head thrown back to the sky.
“Louder. Come on, baby.”
A swipe of her hot clit, an upward curl into her pussy, and it’s enough to set her off, to release the epitaph from her lungs. “Fuck, Mary Jo!” Her body rises with the next wave of water, arching into me. It’s all I could ever ask for. A clenching around my fingers, a thrust of her hips, her pebbled nipples thrust out just for me.
My semi-conscious mind picks up a muttered “Shit,” next door and the slam of the storm door. I can’t help but smile as the love of my life floats back to earth, slumping blissfully in my arms.
I don’t need any thirty something guys leering at my girlfriend over the hedges, I ‘m ready to stake a claim, to have her shout it to the sky, and wrap up all this beauty in my arms alone. My lips press against a hot shoulder, and I pull back to take her in. “Sweetie, you’re burned.”
She slides into my embrace, resting her head on my shoulder. “Oh, is that what you call it.”
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