Page 73 of Spindrift

“Doyou have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” Morgan asked as her handsexplored the exposed skin. Emilia arched her back as Morgan cupped her ass, andshe leaned in to kiss Emilia’s taut nipples through the fabric.

“God,Morgan.” Emilia tugged the collar of her dress down over one shoulder to barethe black bra beneath. Morgan didn’t need further instructions. She teasedEmilia’s nipple free with her tongue, sucking in time to the jerk of Emilia’ships against her. The swell of breast filled her mouth as Emilia pulled herhead closer, and she kissed down the valley between them. Emilia gasped infrustration until Morgan took her other nipple in her mouth. She cried outthen, not loud enough to carry over the water, but enough to bring Morgan closeto climax once more. She needed to be inside Emilia. She wanted to tease Emiliathe way Emilia had teased her, though she was loath to leave off running herhands down Emilia’s legs. However, when she pushed past the slick fabric ofEmilia’s underwear and felt her swollen clit, she changed her mind.Noteasing. She needed her now.

Emiliagrabbed her hand. For a moment, Morgan thought she’d made a mistake. ThenEmilia plunged Morgan’s fore and middle fingers inside herself, crying out again.Morgan wrapped her other arm around Emilia’s waist to support her, stillteasing her nipple, and eased deeper into her.

“Harder,”Emilia panted in her ear.

Morgancame.

Theshock waves rippled through her as Emilia rode her hand. When she added a thirdfinger Emilia muffled a scream in her neck, her hips pushing Morgan in deeperstill. She felt the first beginning of orgasm quivering through Emilia.

Notyet, she thought,and slowed her pace.

“God,Morgan, please don’t stop.”

“Comehere.”

Emilia’slips met hers with an openness that begged Morgan to take everything. Sheswirled her thumb over Emilia’s clit as she eased her back up. Emilia whimperedinto Morgan’s mouth.

“Another.”Emilia gasped.

“Areyou sure?”

“I’mfucking sure.”

Morganentered her with her fourth finger, awed as Emilia expanded and then contractedtightly around her hand. Emilia broke off the kiss and tilted her head back,her nails digging into Morgan’s shoulders, hips rocking faster and faster asshe took charge of her own climax.

Sweetfucking Jesus.Morgan watched in awe as Emilia came.

Theybreathed heavily together for a few minutes. Morgan periodically moved herhand, eliciting further spasms and gasps, until Emilia put a quelling hand onher arm with an almost pained expression of bliss.

Leavingher almost physically hurt Morgan. She wanted to spend days inside this woman,and the sudden eviction felt brutally unfair.

“You.Are. Incredible.” Emilia punctuated each word with an open-mouthed kiss thatmade Morgan remember other things she could do to Emilia Russo. She didn’t sayanything in response.Couldn’tsay anything. Instead, she slipped bothhands back over Emilia’s ass, trailing some of her wetness along the cleftbetween her cheeks. Emilia squirmed and moaned Morgan’s name.

“Ineed to taste you,” Morgan said.

Emiliabit her ear, not hard enough to hurt, but with enough assertiveness to get herfull attention.

“Geton the deck of the boat.” Emilia commanded. “Now.”

Morganobeyed, half carrying Emilia down with her. The rough texture of the deckagainst her back only heightened her arousal. Every nerve ending hummed,sensitive to changes in the wind, the salt in the air, and Emilia stillstraddling her hips. She began unbuttoning Morgan’s shirt while Morgan watched,transfixed by the way her tousled hair softened her face.

“Younearly killed me the other day.” Emilia parted the shirt and ran her gazeappreciatively over Morgan’s stomach.

“Sorryabout that.”

“Mhmm.”Emilia lowered herself to lie across Morgan’s legs, kissing the waistline ofher pants with languid strokes of her tongue. “You should come with a warninglabel.”

“Speakfor yourself.” She gasped as Emilia’s tongue dipped lower. “And didn’t I sayIwanted to tasteyou?”

Emiliatugged Morgan’s pants down in response and kissed Morgan through her briefs.Further protest died in her throat. Expertly, Emilia slid the last barrierbetween them over Morgan’s hips. The sound of her own ragged breathing drownedout the waves. Warm air drifted across her clit, and she shuddered. Emilia’sweight pinned her legs, and she feared she might burst if Emilia didn’t takeher in her mouth. Another breath, and then Emilia’s tongue ran everywhere butwhere she wanted. She tried tangling her hands in Emilia’s hair to direct her,but Emilia simply stopped teasing her entirely until Morgan loosened her grip.Each thwarted attempt to seize control only turned her on more, and she wasjust about to point out that the ocean was supposed to be on the outside of thedamn boat when Emilia’s tongue pushed deep inside her.

Thetemperature of the cool night air rocketed several thousand degrees. Morganuttered something she wasn’t sure was English as Emilia plunged her tongue inagain, then slid out, and it was replaced by Emilia’s hand as her tongue atlast caressed her clit.

Starsshone inside her eyelids as Emilia sucked in long, hot strokes, the tip of hertongue fluttering over her at the end of each one. Her fingers moved equallyslowly, pushing up against Morgan and holding her there, every molecule centeredbetween Emilia’s touch. She had to know she could make Morgan come in a second,but she kept her movements torturously slow, changing rhythms each timeMorgan’s hips bucked too quickly, until the horrifying sound of her pager’sbuzz cut through her shredded breathing.

“You’vegot to be fucking kidding me.” She groaned as she opened her eyes.

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