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My heart swells. I slip the bra off her arms while she quickly snaps off my pink push-up. Our panties fall to the floor.
Lips tingle from the force of our kisses, strengthening with desperation—passion that I can’t bottle—I want to draw this out forever. I never want this single moment to end. Light rain pitter-patters on the top of the catamaran.
But I mostly hear her heavy, panting breath. My thumping, racing heart.
We devour with our hands, with our tongues. Zoey. Her palm travels along the curve of my hip, as if remembering the slope of my body and the fullness of my breasts.
She cups one and kisses my nipple.
I pulse and throb and ache, and I have a handful of her breast, my thumb teasing her perked nipple. A high-pitched sound escapes her reddened lips, “October.”
“Zoey,” I whisper, my hand descending between her legs. God, she’s already so wet, and I slip a finger between her folds.
She squirms into a soft moan, then whispers, “Not fair, you got to touch me last time. Me first.” Her fingers lightly descend my belly and to my hipbone, sending shockwaves through me. I shudder and clench, and my mouth parts as I feel her gentle touch on my pussy.
Oh my God.
Zoey ramps up my need, circling my clit, then slipping a finger inside me. I tremble. Zoey, Zoey. “Me first,” I whisper against her more aggressive, clawing kiss that dizzies me. “You second.” I guide her backwards until her back touches the dining table.
“Okay, alright,” Zoey pants. “You first.” She climbs on the table.
We’re both completely naked, and I could watch her drink in my body all night long. Because that also means I can drink in hers. The cute little freckles. Her slender legs that I break apart. Her soaked pussy that I lick.
She throws her head back. “Whoa, fuck, Kenobi.”
“Lie back completely.”
She complies, lying flat on the table, and I eat her out like she’s the sweetest dessert I’ve ever tasted. I reach up and massage her breast, thumbing her nipple, and I open my eyes, watching how Zoey bites her lip, breath catching. She eyes the way my back is curved, ass in the air.
I lick and suck, and she quakes, “Holy…”
“You gorgeous little thing,” I whisper against her heat, then press a kiss to her inner-thigh. “Come for me.”
She shakes her head. “You come first. I want to wait for you…oh wow, shit.” Her eyes nearly roll. “Toomuchtoomuch.” I devour the way her spine arches off the table. The way she thrusts towards my lips. I flick her clit.
“You want it.”
“I don’t—I do. Fuck!” She gasps into a high-pitched cry. “Kenobi, waitwaitwaitpleasepleaseplease.” Zoey moans so loudly, I almost lose breath watching her, and I listen as she jerks her left leg away from me.
“Okay.” I stand up, even though she hasn’t reached a full orgasm yet.
She has trouble catching her breath. “You are…supremely good at that.”
“It’s my favorite thing to do,” I remind her, brushing sweaty hair off my shoulder. God, my skin is so warm to the touch. Everything about Zoey is torching my cravings into an inferno. My pussy clenches just watching her breathe.
Though, her breasts rise and fall with the movement.
Her heady gaze crashes against mine, and we slide together, hands roaming. Feet moving. Lips kissing. She’s guiding me to the starboard stairs. Down into the main cabin. We kiss against a wall. Shoving in impatience.
Fuck the bed.
I’d fuck her right here on the floor. But we somehow bump our way out of the starboard hallway and into the cramped bedroom.
Climbing onto the blue comforter, I straddle Zoey and push her back to the mattress. She’s out of breath, but she’s gripping a fistful of my long hair and yanking me to her lips. She nips mine, and I moan against her mouth.
Zoey and her eagerness and her clawing aggression is the hottest thing I’ve ever encountered. I try to draw this slower.
So much slower.
So slow that she’s able to roll us on our sides, and my leg hooks over the curve of her hip. Our bodies, coated in a sheen of sweat, meld together like perfect puzzle pieces, and I trace the roundness of her bottom before tucking her closer. My palm to the small of her back.
Zoey skims a finger down my lips. Her blue eyes melt against mine, and the love we share flourishes in our embrace.
Instead of there being a first or second, I whisper, “Let’s come together.”
Her smile says it all. I edge my lips against hers in another soft kiss—all the while our hands dive between each other’s legs.
Heat brews, and I ache for her. So when Zoey fills me with two fingers, a noise I haven’t heard in so long catches my throat. A cry of raw, overcome pleasure escapes me. She pumps in me while thumbing my clit.
