The Naked Gardener

"I'll worry anyway. But I promise to try to not worry as much."

"Good."

Liz hopped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist while Van cupped her ass to help support her. She pressed her body into him and kissed him aggressively. For the first time, he felt as if he was able to hold her without being so delicate. He wondered if her tolerance was more a product of the water or the mild pain induced by the nipple clamps. The metal of the clamps pressed into his chest, a reminder of his gift, and he couldn't help but remark on how he could never have foreseen the peculiar twists his life had taken over the last week.

Liz kissed her way around his neck and nibbled on his earlobe. He couldn't help but smile, sensing that she was in a very playful and enthusiastic mood. He slid one of his hands further underneath her until it brushed across her pussy. Liz moaned, sucked harder on his neck, and was soon trying to push her crotch back into his hand. He rubbed a couple fingers along her slit, possibly resulting in her leaving a mark on his neck.

While he continued to tease her with his fingers, Liz broke off her kissing and leaned back just enough to allow cool water to slosh between their chests. She gave him a lusty smile and then cupped one of her breasts and offered it up to his mouth. Van leaned in and flicked his tongue across the exposed tip of the nipple, causing the attached chain to sway before disappearing beneath the surface of the water. Much as he would have liked to suck her entire nipple, it was still erotic to play around the clamp.

Liz let him stimulate her for a while before pulling him back to her lips for a long kiss.

"I want you," she whispered.

All Van could do was kiss her back and moan his own approval of the idea.

"But I want you to tighten these one more notch first, if you'd be so kind."

Van grinned as she leaned further back to give him space to work without releasing the hold she had on him with her legs. He released each clamp in turn, tweaking the tension and giving her bare nipple a kiss before returning it to its proper place. Liz just watched in amusement.

When he finished her adjustments, she finally released her legs and kicked around until she was swimming on her back toward the ladder. With a finger, she beckoned him to follow. He climbed the ladder right behind her, never taking his eyes from her lovely, glistening backside as she walked across the pavement toward the picnic table.

When he reached her, they kissed, but she brushed aside his attempt to embrace her. Instead, she turned her back to him and leaned over the table, bracing herself with both hands. She looked over her shoulder and nodded ever so slightly.

"Don't try to be gentle," she said.

It was still a difficult thing for Van to wrap his head around, but this time he had every intention of trying to do what she needed of him. He was fully aroused, so he stepped up behind her, positioned his cock against her pussy, and slid it inside. Fully penetrated, he held her by her hips and remained still for a moment, savoring the feel of being completely engulfed in her tight warmth.

Liz pressed back into him, leaning even further over the table until he heard the chain dangling between her breasts scrape across the wood. He then felt her hand cup his balls as she reached back between her legs with one hand while balancing her weight on the other. She rolled him between her fingers and then stroked the base of his cock through his scrotum.

Slowly, Van began to slide in and out, savoring each stroke as a unique moment of perfection with the woman he was falling for hard. She moved her hips in time with him, eager to draw him as far inside as possible. Occasionally he felt her fingers brush against him, but he could tell that she focused more on massaging her clit while he filled her. He liked it when a woman wasn't afraid to touch herself.

As they gradually increased their pace, Van decided to try one other thing that he had considered when contemplating Liz's needs. He nearly talked himself out of it, since things seemed to be going okay, but he had a hunch that she would appreciate it. Leaving one hand on her hip, he wound up with his other and spanked her on the butt.

When Liz took a sharp breath and froze for a moment, he thought he'd wildly miscalculated. She soon relaxed, though, and pressed back into him, moaning gently as she did so. She looked back over her shoulder and gave him a quick smile.

"If you're gonna spank me, do it like you mean it," she said.

"Yes, dear," Van said and gave her a second, harder slap. The angle was a little awkward, since much of her ass was blocked by his own hips, but he was able to land a fairly good blow on the upper cheek near the hip.

"Mmmm, harder," she said, biting her bottom lip and putting her head back around while redoubling her efforts and fingering herself off.

Van gave her several more spankings, each slightly harder than the previous, until his own hand started to sting from the impact. Her ass, where he struck her, was glowing red under her tan. With each hit, however, she seemed to become more aroused and more insistent at trying to get him to fuck her harder and faster.

When Liz started moaning faster and breathing heavily, he stopped spanking to again hold her firmly by both hips. He focused solely on pounding her as fast and hard and deep as he could. Liz shuddered with an orgasm as her fingers fluttered furiously across her clit. When she then reached back for his balls again, he felt his own orgasm rise and erupt deep inside her.

For some time, he simply held her like that, his cock slowly softening inside her while both caught their breaths. When he finally slid out of her with a soft plop, she stood upright and stretched out. Van just admired her beauty, her lovely curves accented with moisture from the pool and perspiration. She smiled at him and all was right in the world.

"You naughty boy," Liz said as she removed the nipple clamps and set them carefully on the table.

"So, that was okay?"

"That was wonderful." She took him in her arms and kissed him, deep, soft, and passionately.

"I was a little out of my usual comfort zone," he said, gently wrapping his arms around her.

"Maybe with a little practice, you'll feel more comfortable then."

"I'd like that."

"Now, could I ask one last favor of you?"

"Anything."

"Touch me," she said, looking him in the eyes with a very sincere expression.

"I am." He was a little confused by what she wanted.

"No. Touch me the way you want to when making love to me. Touch me, stroke me, whatever you want."

"Uh, won't that hurt, though?"

"A little, probably," she said with an innocent shrug. "Right now, I'm pumped so full of endorphins that I think I can take it for a little while. And, I want to feel it."

Van, hesitantly, began to rub Liz's back. He traced his fingertips up and down her spine and around her shoulder blades. She winced ever so slightly, but after that just closed her eyes and smiled. All the tension left her body as she stood in his arms.

He continued to trace his fingers around her neck and shoulders, then up and down her arms. Liz's smile grew wider when he traced his fingers between her breasts and down her belly before coming back up her side to cup her breast. He massaged it gently and tweaked the still-compressed nipple playfully.

"Tease," she said.

"Still okay?"

Liz cracked her eyes, the brown orbs taking his full measure. She radiated life, love, and natural energy. She simply nodded once and gave him a quick kiss.

"Better than ever."