“I know you said we should keep the kisses in front of the cameras,” Lucy teased.
“Did I?” Skye asked, pulling Lucy flush against her. “Because if I did, I didn’t mean it, of course.”
“Of course,” Lucy said, glancing at Skye’s mouth. Those full lips were slightly parted and glistened from the spray of the waves.
Skye grinned. “I’m glad we’re on the same page. Even if this is risky.”
“You mean the fact that anyone can come running onto that beach and see us here, naked, together?”
“Exactly,” Skye whispered, her head tilting closer. “But like you said. Fuck Alexis.”
“Fuck Marla and the cameras.”
And then they collided.
The kiss didn’t start gently. It was hungry and messy, with teeth brushing against lips and arms tangling and slipping over slippery, saltwater-slicked skin. Skye’s hands moved from Lucy’s waist to her back, pulling her even closer. If that was even possible. At the same time, Lucy’s fingers threaded into Skye’s hair. She never wanted to let go. Saltwater dripped into her mouth and stung her eyes, but it only added a dizzying rush to the moment. Lucy gasped and laughed and moaned all at once, and Skye grinned against her lips. “Wouldn’t it be nice if we could just turn into mermaids and swim off into the deep together?”
Lucy wasn’t about to ruin the moment by telling Skye just how fearful she actually was of the ocean. The only reason she wasn’t petrified was because she could still feel the sand beneath her toes.
But instead of confessing, she let Skye’s laugh vibrate against her mouth and pressed herself closer. Skye’s hand slid lower and found the curve of Lucy’s hip.
“You’d make a very cute mermaid,” she whispered before her mouth trailed damp and open kisses down Lucy’s jaw to her neck.
Lucy shivered, not entirely from the chill of the waves. “And you’d bethe siren that destroys all the boats.”
Skye grinned against her skin. “Obviously.” Her teeth grazed Lucy’s throat, and Lucy’s knees nearly gave out. The salt stung her freshly shaven legs, the water pulled, but Skye’s bodywas warm and solid against hers. For once, Lucy didn’t mind not feeling steady.
She let out a moan when Skye’s hands smoothed over her ribs and her thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts. And another whenSkye’s hand moved up, just an inch or two, and she rolled Lucy’s nipple between her fingers.
“Skye—” Lucy’s voice broke. It was more of a plea to carry on than a warning.
“I know,” Skye muttered, her voice breathy and hot. She slid her other hand down Lucy’s thigh, and Lucy panted. She spread her legs, not caring that the water was knocking her from the side, or that her arms were circled around Skye’s neck, holding on for dear life.
Lucy gasped as Skye’s fingers slid to her sex. She moaned as they began moving in and out. And then she growled when Skye found her clit with her thumb and applied pressure. The pressure swelled as the water lapped higher against their bodies. It had Lucy rolling her hips with every slip and slide of Skye’s fingers until she was begging her to stop.
“Please,” Lucy muttered, completely out of breath, already finished. “I want to go down on you, and I can’t do it here without developing gills first.”
Skye laughed, and before Lucy could even suggest sneaking back to Skye’s bungalow, Skye was already pulling her out of the surf by her hand. They grabbed their clothes, giggling uncontrollably, and ran half-bent, half-naked, with hair plastered to their faces along the stretch of beach.
By the time they washed the sand off their feet at the hose and then burst through the door of Skye’s bungalow, Lucy barely gave Skye time to kick the door shut. She pushed Skye down onto the bed and climbed on top of her. The feel of her smooth, silky skin against Lucy’s was like a drug. It was almost too much. Too intoxicating. Lucy didn’t want to be patient. Not now. Shewanted Skye completely undone beneath her. She wanted to taste her, and to press her face between those long, thick thighs and breathe her in.
“You’re unbelievable,” Lucy whispered, taking Skye in. All of her. Her legs fell open, revealing a thin strip of pubes like an arrow pointing down to her sex.
Skye chuckled as her hands went to the crease at Lucy’s hips. “I can say the same thing about you.” Her hand swept up Lucy’s stomach to her nipple once again, pinching it tightly until it hurt, but in the best kind of way. She then moved on to the other and did the same.
Lucy could easily lose herself in Skye’s touch. She could easily let Skye take charge again, like she had done in the ocean. And she kind of did. Skye moved her hands down again and guided Lucy’s hips, moving her so that she was practically pumping her sex against Skye’s stomach. It was fucking hot. Even hotter when she leaned back and reached for Skye’s thighs. Skye’s eyes flicked to her center, watching as it scraped over and over Skye’s skin.But then Lucy remembered the reason they had snuck off to the bungalow, and she ceased the movement.
“What are you doing?” Skye asked, frowning softly.
“You’ll see,” Lucy winked, shifting down toward the edge of the bed.
Despite feeling completely impatient, Lucy took her time. First, she kissed Skye’s stomach just below her navel, then again at the delicate skin of her right hip. Then, she kissed Skye twice on the inside of her right thigh. Skye opened her legs wider, and Lucy blew hot breath against her core.
“Oh, fuck,” Skye muttered, trembling. “Please never stop doing that. Ever.”
“You mean this?” she asked, blowing out more hot air.
“Yes…yes,” Skye barely managed.
