Callie couldn't sleep. She hated being out of control and that's exactly how she was feeling now. They call it feeling sea sick, the one associated with being in sea for prolonged period of time. But she never felt this way before, this was the first time a voyage has been this altering for her. She craved to feel the hard sand underneath her feets so badly.
The images cascade freely in her mind as if they were themselves a wave crashing upon the sand that courses between her feets whenever she's on a beach, which's practically her whole life time. The sand crabs edge by skidishly as they forage for the tidbits that float in the brine. The coast is a wonderful place to loose it all, always touching some primal place in her soul. A day could be as simple as a swim and a read, or stretch out to includesumptuous dinning and lively conversation.
A wave of sea current snaps her back. The sand crabs return to a darkened recess of her mind where they continue their business undisturbed, until called upon once again to dance across the playing field of her mind, where suddenly with the beauty of beaches and sea is also a certain blonde who dominates her thought process. And as Callie stares intently into the sea, she's drawn in again by her. She turns around and find Arizona desperately looking at her with the same intensity as that of the raving sea.
The night turns into one long delirious orgasm, neither of them noticing the sun's tentative arrival in the Caribbean sky. Callie buries her face between her legs, wanting, for once, to give a woman the greatest pleasure she can, rather than just satisfying some inner feeling that this is what she expects. As she tastes the saltiness of her musk she feels driven from deep inside, eliciting shrieks and moans from her without a single thought for what she is doing. Callie hardly even feels her own erection bouncing against Arizona's leg as she focuses on, even feels, her excitement building. Somewhere in the back of her mind Callie realizes that what she'd been doing up until now was having sex, this is making love.
With a deep guttural moan Arizona pushes her back, and then pulls her up to face her. As Callie props herself up on her hands, Arizona grasps her erection with one hand, spreading her lips with the other, pulling her into it. Callie is amazed at her own passiveness in all of this, she is drawn along, her every motion directed by some other mind. With every thrust they stare into each other's eyes, a tantric lust passing between them far surpassing any single sensation she has felt before.
For awhile Arizona's ear or shoulder or knee becomes a point of focus for Callie. She has not a single thought other than to consume Arizona, or feel her. Arizona rubs her chest and nipples with one hand while slowly, gently moving down on her, consuming her hardness . Slowly drawing her into her mouth and then tickling her with her tongue while pulling away. Callie finds even more arousal in watching her movements, her lips on her, the clarity in her face, her breast sliding up and down along her thigh, than in the sensations coming from her groin.
Then she rises, half silhouetted in the breaking dawn, and mounts Callie. There's no question but that Arizona is in control, although Callie senses from the look in her eyes that she too is being lead by some deeper spirit. As Arizona rides her up and down, Callie remembers their first time, which was just sooooo wild.
But now it's not wild. The morning seems so far away - And as Callie feel another orgasam building in both of them, Callie looks up at Arizona - her face is cast in themold of Aphrodite, eyes closed and a mouth without a smile displaying the most sublime pleasure as they move together toward the precipice-
A sudden wild wave crashing along to the deck of the Vera pulls Callie out of her erotic torments. She shakes her head wildly, a shudder running down her spine as her mind recreates a slide show of her day dreams. Feeling a pang in her chest Callie takes a sip of the warm beer in her hand as she started back towards her cabin.
In the smooth blue mist of the early morning , a couple of voices are dimly audible in the distance. As the images and sensations of barely recognizable events of her dreams drift past her minds, Callie starts towards persuing the voices because there's no way in hell she won't recognize that voice.
"Where is she?"
"Somewhere on the deck, I don't know." Amelia's lips met Addison's, curving into them, her tongue slipping between her parting teeth, and her hands dropped to Addison's shoulders, then down to her breasts, and she filled her palms with them.
Gently squeezing her full breasts, Amelia kissed her cheek, her neck, then took her whole ear into her mouth and breathed flame into it. She thrusted her tongue deep into her ear, whispering hotly to her at the same time, "We finally have her signatures, yes?"
Addison moaned. "Ahhhnnnn. Yesssss." Her body was totally pliant and yielding, her cunt wet and achy, and as Amelia frenched her ear and caressed her throbbing breasts, she slid her hands under the elastic of her shorts and grasped Amelia's hot, wet mound, both moaning at the sensation.
Amelia's lips trailed down Addison's smooth naked shoulder to her left breast, and she licked the large rosy nipple thirstily. "I just...I just haven't had you in so long...and now...now that I have tasted you again, I can't stop." she said, panting, her voice half-strangled by her own passion.
But before Addison could answer, could stop their 'engagement' to move further, so as not to expose them before their plan is executed, she felt Amelia's mouth closing over her pulsing nipple, felt it stiffen and flame with heat, felt her legs weaken, her knees turn to jelly. She had to grasp Amelia's hips in order to remain standing, and she pulled her against her so that she could feel all of Amelia. This is so risky. Her breath whistled past her teeth as Amelia hungrily slurped and sucked her throbbing nipples. She moaned and began to writhe in her grasp.
"We have waited enough Addy, you with your cheating partner, me with that child, we have wasted so much of our precious time. But now we have the money, I got Arizona's signature on divorce papers, as soon as we are in Nassau, we will claim Callie's firm and then we can both submit those divorce papers and we will both be free..." Amelia was on brink of tears as she voiced their long formulated plan one more time.
Addison moaned and mewled deep in her throat as Amelia's mouth again went to her barely slackened breasts, and found each of her stiff sensitive nipples again, and gave them long agonizing throat-sucks.
"How did you managed it so quickly?" Addison panted out of breath as she thrusted more of her chest to Amelia's mouth.
"oh that was a cake walk" Amelia chuckled wickedly, her frenzied fingers flittered over Addison's buttery passage. "I have been demoralising Arizona, her entire life...why do you think she's so submissive? I drained her out of any fight or self respect a long time ago baby..."
Addison passionately pinched Amelia's cilt, pulling her down on the bed bunk, toward her open steamy slit, aching to be filled . Amelia's hands stroked her smooth hips and steadied her pelvis, and she carefully lodged three saliva drenched fingers in Addison's squnchy vulva, then gazed straight into her eyes with heart-wrenching awe and love as she slid her fingers deep into her flowing pit.
Arizona made her way to the deck of The Vera to the crisp, morning air of the Caribbean sea. Callie has been right about Caribbean mornings the other day, it's the most picturesque scene she has ever seen in her life. She opened her arms and closed her eyes, lifting her head to cloudy sky, she let the damp air cleanse her out, blowing through her light camisole and blonde locks methodically. She felt light, surprisingly so. She never knew that she has been carrying such an weight on her shoulders for so long. Now that she doesn't have to live up to Amelia's expectations, it was like someone unlocked the cage around her heart. She never imagined separating from Amelia, but now that she has, she knew it in her heart that she has imagined this free feeling throughout their relationship. It was the very reason why she kept selling herself for Amelia, imagining that someday she'll reach that free form satisfaction with her, that someday Amelia will be happy with her...but illusions can only last so long.
Arizona opened her eyes to the glowing, calm sun, and inhaled loudly. She has been so harsh on Callie the other night, maybe she should find her and tell her that she doesn't wants her old life back...that she wants a fresh start...that when they reach Nassau, she wants to concentrate on her career as a research assistant in Callie's biomedical firm.
As her insides are awakened with a light, life and fearlessness, Arizona ventures towards the railings on the deck, smiling slightly as she's met with the beautiful turquoise color of the sea. As the boat was still in the sea, she could see colorful rainbow trouts, her smile grew brighter at the beauty before her eyes. She looked towards her right and found an smaller motor boat anchored to the yacht. Leaning slightly on the railings she leaned sidewards to look at the commotion going down there. As soon as her eyes met Lauren's, who was piling some luggage on the smaller boat, she pulled back sharply. She looked towards the bow of the yacht and found an shirt less salt and pepper haired man behind the big wheel. Who's that? She thought but was immediately brought out of it when she heard Lauren's voice, who was suddenly right below where she was standing, maneuvering the small motor boat with precise ease.
"It's damp isn't it", Lauren said as she devoured Arizona's lithe frame with her devil green eyes.
Arizona didn't say anything and avoided her completely. Seems like Callie has kept her word and fired the sailor. And now that she's getting out of her life for good, Arizona didn't wanted to give Lauren any satisfaction by acknowledging her remarks.
"Oh come on Ms. Robbins... I'm leaving...don't I deserve a good bye from the best woman I ever fucked?" Lauren tried to get a rise out of Arizona but Arizona just kept staring at the listless sea.
From the corner of her eyes, Lauren could see Callie's brother-in-law George approaching towards them, she has to act quick. She turned the motorboat away from the yacht, accelerating it, she turned and looked up at Arizona,
"Thank Callie for that though, if she hadn't told me to fuck you...to break you first, so she could have her way with you..." Lauren let her statement settle in, she could see the shock in Arizona's eyes even when her face was mostly stoic, "...I wouldn't have had the best lay of my life".
AN - Uh my babies can't catch a break can they? How cruel of me.
AN - I was gon' update AWSM first but my PMs had so many requests to update this one first and who I am to deny. Anyways, AWSM will be updated by tomorrow too so no worries there.
AN - All reviews, PMs are my sweet encouragements so thank you. I usually always speak for both my stories and I know I have some salty people (the one's whose wishes I didn't granted) who usually leave negative comments etc. I take them as constructive criticism so no worries there but now they're attacking my writing. I told them over PMs that I'm from Italy and they're taking a jab at my English saying things like it's not my first language, so I don't know how to write. It's petty, really. English might not be my first language but I part time work as an executive and attend calls from US (don't even get me started on their english...), I know my English is good. I might make some spelling errors but that is all. I certainly can speak English, and definitely can write better than these loosers. This is the last time adderesing the petty comments though, from now onwards I am just gonna leave them be. I have a better life than them and certainly have better things to write as well.
Thanks for reading lovelies.
