Hot House pt. 3

Falling backwards, he pulled her on top of him. His back pressed into the spilled soil. Beth straddled his waist and freed her long hair from the ponytail. She tossed her tunic over her head, and her bra soon followed. Alan cupped her breasts, leaving fresh soil along her nipples.

"Sorry about that," he said. He looked for something to wipe his hands.

She smirked and said, "No need to be sorry." She stood to peel off her jeans and showed him the rest of her milky-white body. His eyes followed her long legs all the way up to her toned stomach. Her dark nipples looked large against her pale skin.

As soon as he removed his clothes, he pulled her towards him. Her lean body felt delicate on top of him. He slid his mouth along her neck down to her chocolate nipples. She squirmed as he sucked and teased the tip of one nipple, then the other. He reached down to find her wet center. Teasing her clit with his fingers, he slid his tongue all over her small breasts.

She moved his hand away and grabbed the base of his hard cock. With a firm hand, she guided him to her slick heat. They moaned in unison as he slid inside her. Soon they were both covered with sweat and streaks of rich soil. Slow, steady strokes became frenzied as they grunted and moaned together. As she rode him, she left earthy handprints all over his chest.

Alan closed his eyes to enjoy the overwhelming scents: the delicate sweat of a beautiful woman, fresh plants, and healthy soil. He opened his eyes to admire her glistening body. Her smooth white skin was painted with dark streaks. His very own forest nymph with tangled hair and wild eyes.

To Be Continued...