In the garden

Eve likes the garden. She skips the rake. One hand slips between her thighs and brings the vibrator to life. The toy hums against her slick folds, and the sound cuts through the quiet leaves. Eve leans back, knees spread, skirt hitched high. Her breath catches each time the tip presses her clit. The sun warms her skin; the buzz warms her deeper. Blonde hair spills across her face as she arches. She circles the toy, slow and sure, chasing the spark that tightens her belly. Every stroke drags a soft moan from her throat. Her hips lift, chasing more. The vibrator slips lower, parting her, then returns to that perfect spot. Eve’s fingers tighten around the handle. Her thighs tremble. Another pass, firmer now, and the first wave rolls through her, slow, tight, and sweet.