Heat Up

Nothing cuts through winter chill like two blondes tangled at an ocean-front villa. Logan slides Lyanna’s bikini top aside, tongue circling a stiffened nipple while cool air nips at exposed skin. Lyanna answers by yanking her bottoms down and burying two fingers in Logan’s wet heat, thumb working lazy circles over her swollen clit. They slip into sixty-nine on the lounge chair, mouths sucking, hips grinding, the lap of the pool behind them keeping time with their moans. When Lyanna presses a thick toy into Logan, her lover’s back arches; a fresh rush of juices coats the toy before spilling down her thighs. Sun flashes on their slick bodies, breath fogging, every thrust and lick sharpening the sweetness until Logan comes hard enough to kick over the ice bucket. Sun-melted ice. Mouths still hungry. Winter feels a very long way off.