Turks & Caicos was scorching hot. The temperature had soared to a high of 82 since they had arrived, a humid heat that left you drenched in sweat at the slightest movement. During the day, Stef and Lena hid in the shade and enjoyed the chance to do nothing, while the kids (not that they were children any more) spent their time running in and out of the ocean.
The night, however, was not so easy to endure. No matter what they did, nothing could cool them down. Stef was restless and, after more than an hour of tossing and turning in the bed, Lena had kicked her out and ordered her to take a shower. She had lingered there for as long as she could, letting the cold water drown her as she submerged her face in the downfall.
One step out of the shower and it was almost as if she could feel the water evaporate off her skin. Stef patted herself down lightly and pulled on a hotel robe, letting her damp hair hang loosely. Cold droplets of water soaked into her robe, keeping her somewhat cool, as she wandered into the bedroom.
She found Lena sprawled out on the bed, the sheets discarded on the floor. Her arms were stretched across the mattress and, despite the air conditioning being cranked up to the max, she had called housekeeping to bring them an electric fan which was pointed directly at her naked body and whirring at high speed.
"Comfortable?" Stef asked with a smirk.
"Barely," Lena grumbled, opening one eye. "How was your shower?"
"Blissful," Stef said, walking around the bed and sitting down on her side. She was grateful to find a glass of iced water on her nightstand and she took a large gulp, appreciating the sensation of cold water trickling down her throat.
"I'm so hot," Lena groaned, closing her eye again. "I'm never going to sleep tonight."
Stef had to agree. Her breath hitched as she took in the sight of her wife lying beside her; her eyes stumbling over the curves and contours of Lena's body and down her long, toned legs. Who could blame her for thinking that she was married to the most gorgeous woman in the world? Even in the humidity, with her curly hair out of control and her cheeks flushed red by the heat, she was beautiful.
Stef spied a drop of sweat escaping from Lena's hair line and down the side of her face, following her jawline and dropping onto her chest; making its way slowly down her body and disappearing between her breasts. She licked her lips instinctively, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
With a smile, Stef dipped her fingers into her drink and flicked a few drops of ice cold water across the bed. Lena opened both eyes this time, squinting at her wife.
"You look like you need cooling down," Stef said with a playful shrug of her shoulders.
She lifted the glass to her mouth and let an ice-cube rest against her lips, sucking on it for a moment before leaning down to place a cold kiss on Lena's lips. She heard Lena moan appreciatively and Stef's mouth curved into a smile.
"If you can't sleep…we could have sex?" Stef suggested.
Lena grinned and tugged on Stef's bathrobe, enticing her into another, longer kiss. The glass of water tipped between them and spilled onto Lena's stomach. She let out a small yelp at the assault of ice-cold water on her skin.
Stef pulled back and set the glass of water down on the nightstand. She scooped out an ice cube and held it to Lena's mouth, tracing it over her dry lips. When Lena tried to take the cube in her mouth, Stef teasingly pulled it away from her.
"Mean," Lena murmured, licking her lips.
Stef grinned and repeated her action, this time allowing Lena to take it from her fingers. With the ice cube lodged between Lena's teeth, Stef shrugged off her robe and threw it onto a nearby chair, then lifted her legs onto the bed and extended them to lie beside her wife. Lena tipped her head to look at her, and Stef leaned over to kiss her, running her tongue over the ice and sucking the cold liquid into her mouth. Her tongue ice cold, she trailed it down Lena's neck and over her breast bone, lapping up the beads of sweat that glistened on her chest.
Lena's hand found its way to the back of her head and she grasped at Stef's hair. The ice cube was melting quickly in her mouth.
"Stef," she murmured quietly.
Stef shuffled up the bed and kissed her again, deeply, enjoying the sensation of Lena's cold tongue brushing against her own. It was Stef's turn to moan. Lena wrapped her arms around her and pulled her closer, bearing Stef's weight on her chest. Their bodies were sticky from the heat, but in the moment she didn't care. Lena ran her hands down Stef's back and sank her fingers into her buttocks.
Stef pulled back and Lena watched as she scooped two more ice cubes from the glass. Propping herself up on her arm, she placed them on Lena's chest. She held one between her fingers and ran it slowly down Lena's body, between her breasts and over her stomach, resting it just below her belly button. She looked up at Lena and grinned mischievously, taking the second ice cube in her mouth and trailing it over Lena's right breast. As the ice hit her nipple, Lena's back arched a little. Stef circled her nipple with the ice cube several times, then let it fall from her mouth and slip down Lena's breast. She caught it deftly and sank her teeth gently into Lena's erect nipple. The ice cube melted in her hand and she ran her palm over Lena's left breast, her thumb flicking her nipple until it hardened under her touch. The abandoned ice cube lower down Lena's body was melting too, ice cold water trickling down into her curls and between her legs. Lena squirmed in delight, her hands flying above her head and grabbing the pillow.
"Fuck," she moaned. "Stef…"
Stef lifted her head and attacked Lena's mouth with her own. Placing one hand either side of Lena's shoulders, she lifted her leg and straddled herself over Lena's body. Resting gently on Lena's pelvis, Stef lifted herself up for a moment and grabbed the glass. Most of the ice had melted, leaving only liquid. With a cheeky smile, she lifted the glass above her head and poured it over her hair, letting it spill down her body and onto Lena's.
Lena gasped. Her hands reached for Stef's waist and she pulled her down for another kiss, the glass rolling off the bed and smashing on the floor. They didn't care. Stef dipped her head and kissed Lena once more, dropping her hips and rolling them against Lena's. Lena lifted her knees and wrapped her ankles around Stef's legs. They moaned simultaneously, their bodies rocking together. The bed sheets were wet from the water, providing some relief from the heat that was radiating from their bodies.
Stef's hand slid between them and down between Lena's legs. She was hot and wet, and Stef's fingers glided inside of her. Lena lifted her hips, desperate for her to go deeper. Stef complied willingly, sliding a second finger inside of her while her thumb rubbed her clitoris, lightly at first and slowly increasing her pressure. Lena's hands grabbed each side of the mattress, her orgasm building quickly. Within moments she let out a low, guttural moan, her back arching and her head falling to one side.
As her orgasm subsided, Lena sank back into the mattress. Stef dropped her head and left a path of kisses up Lena's neck, behind her ear and along her jawline. Lena twisted her head to meet her lips and accepted another kiss. She knew that Stef was close already. She slid one hand around Stef's neck and the other down her body, her fingertips lightly grazing her abs and through her curls. Her fingers found her swollen clit and she let Stef take the lead, rocking herself against Lena's hand. She came quickly – and loudly – her face dropping into the crook of Lena's neck to muffle her cries.
As her body relaxed, she dropped weakly onto Lena's, who pushed her off unceremoniously.
"Too hot," she grumbled.
Stef rolled off her and they lay side-by-side, catching their breath. The fan was still spinning, the air too warm to be of any benefit to them.
"That didn't cool me down at all," Lena said, laughing.
"Maybe we should take a shower?" Stef suggested.
In the distance, Lena could hear the ocean lapping against the sand. She smiled to herself.
"I've got a better idea."
