“I might," he replied. If his position discomfited him, he made no indication. Indeed, he seemed positively eager. He surged toward her sheath, his mouth opened wide, and she groaned loudly as his hot mouth covered her inner Lips. Guided by skill or fate, his tongue found the protruding nodule of her clit with amazing swiftness, and her hips bucked her groin into his mouth as his lips fastened around her throbbing pearl.

She closed her eyes, reveling in the familiar but welcome song of passion. The ancient tune of lust drove away her doubts, her fears, her questions. Jeremy's hands squeezed her breasts in a soft, welcome rhythm, and she moved his fingers to her nipples, where they stroked the turgid buds. Her back arched, her head pressing against the soft ground as she raised her chest into his palms. Wetness gathered at her center, then flowed into his mouth. Her lips curled in a Lazy smile, and she wondered when she would share its secret with the family.

She felt her climax approaching, but she wanted to feel him inside her.

Gently, she fisted her hands in his hair and raised his head away from her throbbing mound. As if he was reading her mind, he came to her, slowly kissing his way up the golden skin of her belly. His lips lingered on her chest, his tongue sweeping across the lines of her rib cage, before they descended to worship at her breasts. Ever higher he climbed, nuzzling her neck, until he finally reached her panting lips.

When he arrived, he devoured her mouth in a long, passionate kiss that left her gasping.

"Down," she growled, her fingers busy at his waistband. In moments she had freed his cock and was aiming its head at her cleft.

“Wait," he said, and she paused, struck by the nervous hesitation in his voice. "What if...what if someone is watching?" he asked, and rolled his eyes at the houses on either side.

She reached her senses outwards, then smiled up at him.

“Relax. No one's home on either side."

He kissed her in relief, then his eyes narrowed. "Wait. No one's home on either side. What about the people in this house?"

She pouted, frustrated that he had seen through her ruse. "Well..." she drawled, teasing him. "Josh and Rachel are watching us from their bedroom window. Josh is about to bury his cock in her pussy. A little standing doggie-style. Yes," she gasped, shuddering.

“There he goes.

Oh, he makes her so happy. And Alex and Maria are in her apartment over the garage. He's eating her out right now while she watches us. Such a horny pair they are. Your girlfriend is fingering herself, wondering what we're talking about, and why we aren't fucking yet.” She slanted a smile up at him.

“You might have some questions to answer in bed tonight. Like why you're just lying here instead of giving me the pounding I so obviously want."

“And Yasna?"

"Oh, she's watching too. Downstairs, from the door that leads out to the deck." She frowned. "But she isn't doing anything. Not even masturbating." Her brows creased in a small frown.

“It's enough to make a girl think she isn't attractive anymore, when she can't convince an obviously bisexual woman to get herself off in private."

“You're incredible," Jeremy breathed, moving forward, “and you know it." She drew in a sharp breath as his cock breached her gates. She reached down, cupping the pale skin of his buttocks, and drew him into her. She threw her head back in joy as he sank into her, filling her with his hot, hard maleness.

Jeremy closed his eyes as he finally attained what he had never even dared to dream about. When he had seen her, wandering in the back yard, looking lost and alone, he had invited her to help with the garden not out of some misplaced notion that she would find him sexually irresistible, but out of simple compassion. However, he had not counted on Althea's hair-trigger volatility. It seemed that even a casual, quiet hour spent seeding a garden could serve as a goad for her passion.

Althea's sweet channel caressed his length. He couldn't believe anything could feel so good around his cock. Silk itself was a poor comparison. He rose up on his knees and filled his hands with her breasts as he slowly drove into her. Her legs wrapped around his back, her ankles locking behind him, drawing him in closer with every thrust.

Dropping his head, he kissed her neck, all the while stroking the length of her thighs with his free hand, which in turn clamped around his flanks, trapping him within a Loving embrace.

Her entire body was a challenge. It spoke to everything inside him that was male. He wanted to bury himself inside her, to possess her, to make her his and his alone. To fuck her until they were exhausted and fell asleep, then do the same thing over and over again when they woke. To give her his child and watch while her body swelled with the fruit of their loins.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, on his back, warmed by the early summer sun. Dropping low, he covered her body with his from groin to head. Growling deep within his throat, he kissed her again, both their tongues fighting for domination. Driving hard, he plowed deep within her furrow, each stroke hammering at her until he was actually pushing her across the freshly turned earth.

And her response was incredible. Her hands were on the back of his head, her nails pricking into his scalp, the small dots of pain goading him into ever-fiercer thrusts. Her hips snapped up with every one of his strokes, meeting him measure for measure. Her sheath gripped his pulsing member, pulling at it, milking it. His balls felt hot and heavy inside their sac, filled with his seed.

“Right there," she gasped, tearing her mouth away from his. Her hands drifted down between them, and he could feel the muscles of her arms work as her fingers sought the bud of her clitoris. Her eyes rolled back in her head.