Crazy In Love

Veronica Rodriguez found Vienna Black on a Cancun beach and the heat hit instantly. Both women had the kind of skin that took the sun like a gift—deep bronze and satin-smooth. They stripped each other slowly, mouths finding nipples, necks, the tender undersides of breasts. Veronica spread Vienna across the sheets and went down hungry. Her tongue slid through slick folds, tracing every swollen contour, while Vienna’s cries spilled out sharp and wet. Each time Vienna came she tightened, flooding Veronica’s mouth, and the sound of it—raw and open—made Veronica grind harder against the mattress. Pressure mounted. Veronica’s own thighs started shaking. Then Vienna pulled her closer, two fingers curled inside, and they broke together in long, hot pulses that left both of them drenched. Days later they packed separate bags, each still tasting salt and sun on the other’s skin.