“You have no idea where this is going, Birdsong.”
That caused Rowan to snap to attention. She also loved this version of Juniper. This version of Juniper made her throb mercilessly between her legs. This version of Juniper made her feverish in her desire and eagerness to please.
Juniper held a chunk of pineapple up between their faces. As if she was being offered it, Rowan opened her mouth, butJuniper pulled it back.
“Mmm,” Juniper scrunched up her face, “No.”
“No?”
Juniper ate that piece as she reached behind herself to unhook her top. She threw it across the room behind her and grabbed another piece of pineapple. She trailed it down her own neck to circle around her nipple, putting light pressure on it as she did to leave a trail of juice.
“Taste it like this.”
Rowan leaned forward, sinking her fingers into the soft thickness of Juniper’s hips. She grazed her tongue down the entirety of the path the pineapple had taken, pressing her lips into certain places that begged for the juice to be sucked off. Juniper leaned back so she could hold Rowan’s gaze as she twirled her tongue around Juniper’s nipple and sucked it into her mouth. She grazed her teeth along it, pulling it taut, eliciting a sharp moan from Juniper. She let it go with a slight pop. Juniper readjusted in her lap, and Rowan felt a tingle rush up her spine that she was doing so well already, to make Juniper already start to squirm.
Rowan licked her lips and savored the intoxicating combination of sweetness from the pineapple and saltiness from the sea water that had dried on Juniper’s skin from their earlier swim.
“You taste sweet and salty.”
“I taste like a lot of things, Birdsong.”
Rowan sat up and gripped her ass. “More,” she demanded.
Juniper held up another piece and crushed it between her fingers, the juice dripping in a single line down her forearm. Rowan licked that line up to her fingers, pausing at the matching golden band, and waited for Juniper to push the pineapple into her mouth.
“Do you like that I wear that ring for you?”
Rowan nodded around her wife’s fingers. Juniper slid her fingers out of her mouth, tugging at her bottom lip as she did.
“Aww,” Juniper tutted. “Now I’m sweet, salty,andsticky.”
The wooden chair creaked against the tile below them as Rowan shot up to lay her wife down onto the table in front of her.
“None of those things sound bad to me. Let’s get you wet too.”
Juniper groaned and spread her legs as she reached between them and began touching herself underneath her swimsuit bottoms. “Babe, I’m already wet.”
Rowan stripped the bottoms off of Juniper. “Wetter, then.”
With devout intention, Rowan traced the curves of her wife’s sides up and inward to her waist, soft skin and flesh rippling in response to her touch. Rowan looked at her wife like she was the very source of the universe, and she was rich with millennia of unabated worship as she kneeled in front of her.
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Juniper threaded her fingers through Rowan’s hair and moaned irrepressibly in anticipation of the overwhelming sensation she knew would soon follow. She closed her eyes, and then she felt Rowan’s tongue.
When she fluttered her eyes open a few breathless seconds later, she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror on the opposite wall. Seeing herself in the midst of her abandon, long hair wildly spread out and hanging over the edge of the table, with one leg draped over the shoulder of the woman she loved and had loved for so long, was a rush.
She watched how Rowan’s hands gripped around her hips possessively, as she knelt in front of her. Juniper stared at her own body in the reflection, as it was intended to be loved, and couldn’t help but touch herself. Her hands roamed her body lovingly, seductively. First her thighs, then up her stomach, and to her breasts. She traced circles around her nipples, and they stiffened into even harder peaks in response. She wasenraptured by the image of herself reflected back to her. She was powerful. She was whole.
It wasn’t long before Juniper lost control, her body writhing in pleasure, moans quickening and intensifying. The kind that were equal parts breath, edge, and lust. Her hands finally left her body to grasp desperately at the table beneath her as her passion built at a near frantic pace.
“Inside me, please. Take all of it. All of me,” she begged.
Juniper wanted to be consumed. Rowan stood and leaned over her to kiss her. She slid three fingers into her, pressing up, filling her, stretching her to accommodate.
“Do you like when I take what I want?”
“Yes,” she hissed as Rowan’s teeth grazed the column of her neck in little bites.
