“No.” Zoe shook her head, losing herself in those captivating blue eyes. She ran a hand through Marcy’s hair, fingering her soft, blonde locks. “But I think we should leave it with this.”
“Why? It’s so nice,” Marcy whispered. “I don’t remember ever feeling like this after waking up with someone.” She ran a thumb over Zoe’s bottom lip and leaned in to kiss her.
I bet you say that to all the girls.Zoe let go of that repetitive thought because it would only ruin the experience, and so she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be swept away one more time. Marcy’s mouth met hers carefully, then with more persistence. Within seconds, Zoe’s body was on fire, and she was drowning in the kiss that left her craving so much more. “Okay, one more time,” she said, pulling away before she shifted on top of Marcy.
“If you insist,” Marcy joked. She shot her a mischievous grin as she lifted her hands to Zoe’s breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers.
Zoe closed her eyes and placed her hands over Marcy’s, moaning at her squeezing touch as she rocked on top of her. Looking down at Marcy, she licked her lips, thinking about all the things she wanted to do to her, and before Marcy’s hands reached between her legs, she took them and placed them above her head. “It’s my turn, sexy.” She lowered her hand in between them and her breath hitched when she felt Marcy’s wet heat against her fingertips. Stroking her slowly, Zoe teased her until she was bucking against her hand. If this was going to be their last time, Zoe wanted to taste her. She moved down to kiss Marcy’s neck and her breasts, and as she ran her tongue over her hard nipple, she engaged her senses so she could replay the details of this moment later. How the hard bud felt between her lips, how Marcy jerked against her, how she moaned, how she breathed, how her hands fisted in her hair…
“Mmm…” Marcy’s grip on her hair grew tighter the lower she went, and Zoe smiled against her toned belly when she felt her quiver.
“I’m going to make you feel all the feels,” she whispered in between kisses, repeating Marcy’s words. Last night, Marcy had been hesitant to be on the receiving end at first, but it hadn’t taken her long before she’d surrendered. Zoe wondered if she was an exception; if she was one of the few Marcy let go with. As much as she’d resisted before, she was totally up for it now, guiding Zoe’s mouth to where she desperately wanted it. One stroke with her tongue made her hips shoot up fast and the groan that followed was loud and came from deep within. Their physical connection was off the charts, the sex passionate and intuitive. Now that she’d had a taste of her, she knew it would be hard to deny herself that euphoric hit that being with Marcy gave her. Pressing her mouth hungrily against Marcy’s centre, she clamped her hands around her thighs and devoured her. The old bed shook from the wild jerking of Marcy’s hips and her cry was loud and beautiful as she clamped Zoe’s face between her thighs and exploded with force.
43
“Don’t you have to go to work?” Zoe asked when Marcy got up to make more coffee.
“Depends. What time do you start?”
“After lunch, around three.” Zoe frowned. “But you’re always on site early.”
Marcy shrugged and raised her voice from the kitchen. “I can take the morning off. It’s not like they desperately need me today.” That wasn’t entirely true. Her team would most definitely need some guidance, but they could always give her a call if they were in trouble. She was enjoying her morning with Zoe so much that it was worth letting work slack for once and anyway, she was always on top of things; they wouldn’t blame her for being late. “Unless you have something better to do?”
Zoe laughed. “No, I’d love to hang out with you. Do you want to go to the beach?”
“Why not?” Anticipating a quiet morning on the beach with Zoe, Marcy’s lips stretched into a huge smile. The weather was mild and the sun was shining, she’d had the most amazing night and she was in an exceptional mood. She refilled their empty cups from the pot and added milk to Zoe’s. “Do you have a favourite beach?” she asked as she came back, imagining Zoe’s cute bottom in a bikini; the tiny kind with strings at the sides.
“I usually go to Playa Mal Pas,” Zoe said, sitting up in bed. She looked gorgeous and sleepy with her hair tangled and that happy grin on her face. “But that’s just because it’s close to my parents’ house.”
“Let’s go there, then.” Marcy joined her in bed and felt a flutter when the sheets fell, exposing Zoe’s breasts. That tattoo would be etched in her memory forever now. “But you’ll need a bikini.”
“I can pick it up on the way,” Zoe said. “As long as you wait at the end of the street and don’t come near the house.”
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on introducing myself to your parents.”
Zoe chuckled. “I didn’t think you would.” She narrowed her eyes and hesitated. “Or… we could go to the nudist beach. I mean, we’ve already seen each other naked and it’s not far so we won’t have to drive into the old town for swimwear first.”
Marcy almost choked on her coffee. “The nudist beach? Have you been there before?” Zoe didn’t seem like the type to go to such a place, but she’d surprised her on more than one occasion, and she’d learned to stop making assumptions.
“Once or twice. It’s quiet on weekday mornings and I love to swim naked.”
“I like the sound of that.” Marcy licked her lips and felt arousal stirring. “I have to admit, I’ve never been myself but I’m all for trying new things. Anything to keep you out of your clothes.”
* * *
The small stretch of white sand was wedged in a cove, shielded by high rocks on either side. Only a handful of people were scattered over the beach, but Marcy suspected it wouldn’t be long before it got busier. She’d never undressed in public before, and she told herself not to overthink things as she stripped off and joined Zoe, who was already naked on her towel. Seeing her like this in the sunshine was a whole new level of sexy, and the fact that she had to refrain from intimate contact made it all the more exciting.
“Well, this is a treat,” she said, looking Zoe over. Her body was shimmering from the waterproof sunscreen she’d applied, and Marcy didn’t know where to look when she handed her the bottle and turned around.
“Would you mind doing my back?” Zoe asked as she turned over.
“Are you trying to make me crazy?” Marcy chuckled as she squirted some of the liquid in her hand. “I’m supposed to behave, right?”
“Yes, you have to behave. It’s seriously bad etiquette to cavort on a nudist beach.”
“What you’re asking of me is bloody impossible,” Marcy said, deciding whether to straddle Zoe or not. It seemed a little much to do so without swimwear, so she kneeled next to her and started massaging her with slow strokes. Lowering her hands to Zoe’s behind, she hesitated for a moment.
“What? Are you shy all of a sudden?” Zoe asked in an amused tone.
