Getting Wet

Afternoon sun burnished their skin as Natalia and Liz climbed out of the pool. Water slicked down their bodies in shining tracks, yet between their thighs glistened something warmer. Natalia sank first onto the wide daybed, knees parting in the padded shade. Liz followed, mouth already seeking. Her tongue traced one tight nipple, flicking until it stood wet and dark, then slid lower across the trembling plane of stomach until she pressed between Natalia’s open legs. Natalia’s breath caught. She rolled her hips, sliding her slick folds against Liz’s lips, and Liz met her with slow, open-mouthed kisses, tongue parting, circling. Each stroke drew another helpless twitch, juices glistening on Liz’s chin, but she stayed lazy, savoring the salt-sweet taste while the sun pricked heat across every inch of skin. Natalia’s slender fingers found Liz in turn, reached beneath the edge of her bikini, stroked the swollen pearl already flushed and needy. Liz moaned into the heat of Natalia’s cunt and arched back, grinding herself against those fingers. The friction built. Hips bucked faster, breath snarled, and still they stayed locked, tasting and teasing, turning the sunny air liquid with every wet sound they made. The daybed creaked once, twice. Then everything inside them snapped, and their cries rose into the blinding light like twin sparks catching.