The door to the cabin suite closes behind them and the dinn of the noisy ship fades away. Carson drops her bags and relaxes her shoulders but the pressure in her body still remains. After weeks apart they are finally alone, the tension in the air gets caught in their lungs as they breathe each other in. Their eyes lock and the grin on Carson's face stretches ear to ear. Before she can say a word, Greta crosses to her and kisses her so passionately that Carson would lose her balance if it wasn't for the tight grip Greta has around her waist and head. It takes a split second for Carson's brain to catch up with the rest of her body, but when it does her body reacts instinctively; pressing into Greta's lips, one hand reaching to hold on to Greta's neck, pushing her forward as she can't get enough of the other women's lips against hers. Carson's other hand reaches for Greta's ass, grabbing on for dear life to increase the contact between their hips.
They had planned on having dinner as soon as they got settled into the room, but the only eating would be on their bed as they devoured every inch of the others body.