Sex on a Yacht

Alysa and Carmen barely needed the yacht. Their bodies found each other the moment skin met skin. Hands sliding, mouths opening, they pressed and pulled until the ocean slipped out of focus. Alysa sank between Carmen's spread thighs and licked slow and deep, tasting the heat that waited there. Carmen's hips lifted, toes curling against the deck. They switched places, then met again, mouths and fingers tangled, until neither could keep count. Thighs trembled. Breath broke. When they came, they came loud—wet sound and sharp cries spilling into the open air. They kept moving, hungry for the next wave, riding each other until the last shiver finally eased.