Kennedy looked around, and now that it was dark, the only light nearby was from the lantern-shaped light by the sliding glass door. Even the moon was but a sliver in the sky and offered nothing to illuminate them. River guessed that the pool also had lights, but neither of them had thought to turn them on.
“No,” Kennedy told her. “Later, yes, but not now.”
River nodded. She’d never had sex in a pool, but she was more than happy to touch Kennedy in here first before they went inside to do it all again. She kissed Kennedy hard and let her legs fall from around her waist. Kennedy spread her legs under the water, so River moved her thigh between them before she began to slowly roll into her. She kissed Kennedy’s neck and let her hands roam freely now that she could finally do this: touch Kennedy, knowing that they were in this together, with no one else between them.
Kennedy was the one who reached behind herself to unclasp her own bra, and River was the one to watch her take it off and toss it to the concrete behind them. River allowed herself a few seconds to stare down at the perfect breasts with hard nipples, either from the cool water in the pool or because Kennedy was that turned on, maybe a bit of both, but then she couldn’t resist any longer, so she lowered herself to suck a nipple into her mouth.
“Yes,” Kennedy whispered and put both of her hands on the back of River’s head. “God, I need you.”
River stopped. She smiled. Then, she sucked. She had never heard those words directed at her before in this context. She had been with a few women over the years, and she couldn’trecall a single one of them telling her that they had needed her. She couldn’t believe Kennedy did, but then, Kennedy’s hand was grasping River’s and moving it for her.
“Here,” Kennedy said as she pressed River’s hand to her own center.
“Fuck,” River replied, cupping her. “Can I?”
“Yes, please. We can have slow later. I need you now,” Kennedy said. “Please touch me.”
River ran her index finger over the thong and felt Kennedy buck into her hand before, suddenly, Kennedy had her sports bra off and tossed aside, allowing them skin on skin contact as they pressed their breasts together. River kissed her hard in response and slipped her hand under the thong and into Kennedy’s wetness, which was coating her fingers.
“God, baby,” she said.
“Please,” Kennedy repeated, and her hand was on the move, cupping River’s ass under her boy shorts before she moved a hand around until she was cupping River’s center.
“Oh, fuck,” River said when Kennedy slipped her fingers into her wetness.
“God,” Kennedy let out. “You’re soaked, and not just because of this pool.”
River chuckled and said, “Lame.”
Kennedy laughed, but then, River stroked her, and Kennedy stopped laughing. River was now placing kisses all over Kennedy’s neck and continued to move her fingers over her hard clit, wishing she could see all of Kennedy but knowing that she would soon enough. She wanted to taste all of her, too. She wanted to hear her yell out when she came and not be worried about people overhearing from their backyards. This was good for now, though. This wasamazingfor now.
“God, River, you feel…” Kennedy whispered into her ear. “Can you ride my thigh while I do this?”
“Yes,” she replied and rolled into Kennedy’s rock-hard thigh. “It won’t take… me long. I was already… turned on.”
“What got you… so turned on, baby?”
“Oh, fuck,” River said when she heard Kennedy call her ‘baby.’ “You. Always you.”
“How much do you… want to tear this… thong off me right now?”
River wasn’t about to answer that verbally, though. She pulled her hand away from Kennedy’s clit, and, with her hands free on each side, she tore at the material until it wasn’t in two pieces but torn enough that it would no longer be of any use to Kennedy.
“Holy fuck,” Kennedy said.
She lifted her leg, and seconds later, the useless piece of fabric was sinking to the bottom of the pool. River moved back into her then, and instead of rubbing Kennedy’s clit, she found her entrance, gathered her wetness, and watched Kennedy nod. She slipped one finger inside to start and knew it would feel better to Kennedy when they did this later, not in water, but River couldn’t wait. She pulled out, pushed back in with two fingers, and pressed her thumb to Kennedy’s clit.
“Don’t stop until I come,” Kennedy told her.
River pushed in and pulled out as Kennedy rubbed her clit hard, getting her close. Kennedy appeared to be, too, because her rubbing ceased and her palm flattened against her own thigh. River went to work then, rubbing herself against it, bringing herself closer to the edge as she switched to curling and flicking inside Kennedy.
“I’m–” she said against Kennedy’s neck and bit down lightly to contain her scream.
“Me too,” Kennedy added into the silence of the night, save the water splashing around them. “Fuck, River…” she whispered into River’s ear. “Yes, like that. So good.”
River came hard, and her rocking turned back into rolling. Soon, she stopped moving her hips altogether so that she could focus fully and bring Kennedy all the way down.
“Oh, my God,” Kennedy said a minute later with River still inside her. “I…”
