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Murmured words brush along my spine and tiny moans escape my throat as a path of kisses reaches my earlobe.
Why do married queers act like everyone around them needs the piece of paper too?
I don’t need anyone else to be happy.
I’ve never seen ocean-blue eyes like hers before.
The sound of rushing waves washing over the seashell-littered sand helps loosen the stiffness in my neck muscles.
I breathe in, filling my lungs with the smell of crisp, clean air, and near the end catch a whiff of burning charcoal, paprika, and fresh garlic from the grill.
“Can’t have an island filled with sapphics without dealing with relationship drama from time to time.”
A moment later, she sets a plate of three tacos smothered in a green sauce in front of me. The smell of smoked meat is impossible for my stomach to ignore.
“I love hearing relationship drama. When it’s not mine.”
I glance at the lotus flower tattoo between her breasts, then meet her gaze.
Vibrant hues of fuchsia, sunburst orange, and crimson flowers paint the path forward.
Talking and laughing until the rest of the world drifted away, my hands resting perfectly on her waist on the dance floor.
Running my lips along her neck, feeling her pulse jolt underneath my touch. The way she pleaded for me to taste her and how I refused until her lips moved exactly where I wanted them.
A gentle breeze cools the heat forming between my thighs from the salacious memories overtaking my mind.
“You've been on Lesbo Island for five minutes and now you have a whole-ass wife?
Fruity, aquatic notes; ravishing woody finish. She looks like a dreamboat and smells like one too.
