Part 3 (2/2)
Wendy leaned up for a kiss that ended with a nip of Carmella's lower lip. ”We are communicating perfectly.”
”Your p.u.s.s.y is hot.”
”You're going to need to take that jacket off and roll up your sleeve, baby.”
Carmella gave her a smoldering look as Wendy undid the b.u.t.tons. She draped her jacket over the same chair where Wendy's blouse and bra now rested. Wendy unb.u.t.toned the white dress s.h.i.+rt too, hoping for more skin.
She got skin. Carmella's small b.r.e.a.s.t.s were tipped with hard, deeply red nipples that responded to being pinched. A tattoo of a voluptuous angel spread over her shoulder in purples, greens and blacks. Wendy would have taken the time to appreciate the artist's work, but Carmella stepped back long enough to pull off her s.h.i.+rt, then her hand went directly to Wendy's c.u.n.t and she pushed inside, at least two fingers, and hard enough to make Wendy groan in antic.i.p.ation of more.
”Good and hard was the request, yes?”
”That's right.” Wendy rested back on her hands and spread her legs. ”f.u.c.k me good and hard.”
Carmella's grin was l.u.s.t-soaked while her eyes danced with delight. She pushed in more fingers. ”You feel me, don't you?”
”G.o.d, yes.”
She rolled her hand so the back brushed over Wendy's c.l.i.t. ”Soaking wet. You are dripping.”
”So f.u.c.k me.”
”Beg for it.”
”f.u.c.k me! Come on, you know you want to shove your hand in me.” Struggling to keep her balance on one hand, Wendy pinched one of Carmella's nipples again. G.o.d, they were perfect for that.
”Beg for it!”
Wendy could already feel the first ripples of climax from the thrusting of Carmella's fingers. ”Come on, please. Shove it in. Fist me!”
Something in Italian. Then, ”That's right. You want it, here it is.”
Wendy cried out, loudly-it felt that good. There was nothing that meant s.e.x to her more than the layers of sensations as Carmella's hand pushed all the way inside her. Full. Stretched. Filled. f.u.c.ked. When Carmella curled her hand into a fist, Wendy's muscles adjusted again, clamping down and flexing at the same time. She trapped Carmella's hand inside her and arched her hips to make it clear she could take a good, hard f.u.c.k like this.
Carmella pulled Wendy upright enough for a bruising kiss. ”Now we're going to f.u.c.k, arnica?
Wendy met Carmella, thrust for thrust, groan for groan. Her c.u.n.t was completely filled and every nerve inside her was ma.s.saged by Carmella's knuckles and wrist. It felt so d.a.m.ned good and she didn't even want to come. She wanted to f.u.c.k for a very long time.
Carmella didn't seem to mind that idea at all. She twisted and turned her hand inside Wendy, grinning l.u.s.tily at what she felt. ”I have never been inside a woman who responded like you. Who could take it hard the way I want to give it.”
Panting, Wendy pushed back. ”This is what I wanted. G.o.d! Don't stop, f.u.c.k me good, f.u.c.k me good.”
She tried to stay upright, but Carmella was winning the contest of strength. Another dozen strokes and Wendy was on her back on the counter. Carmella pulled Wendy's legs onto her shoulders and leaned in, f.u.c.king even deeper while Wendy lost the control she'd had. Her muscles were pushed open now. Her c.u.n.t felt like a river of wet. She was going to come, she realized, she was going to come and come, she didn't have a choice about that now. Carmella was pounding her with a driving beat and the only response she had left to give was a scream of pleasure as she climaxed. She screamed with pure life, with all of her senses focused on what her body could experience.
”Dio santo,” Carmella said as she pulled out her hand. ”Dio santo.”
Brittany stumbled across the Via Condotti toward Wendy, avoiding the women milling around the shops. She also seemed to be avoiding anything bright and noisy. Wendy didn't really have any pity for her.
”You look like you had a rough night. I'm on the way to the pool. The tour doesn't leave for two hours.”
”Yeah,” Brittany said with a smug grin. ”I had a rough night. Will you wake me up in time to get dressed for the tour? I wouldn't want to miss wherever the f.u.c.k we are today.”
”Bari. We're going to see some beautiful old buildings.”
Brittany obviously would not remember much of this conversation, Wendy thought. ”Go ahead. I'll be your alarm clock.”
”You're p.i.s.sed.”
”I'm not.”
”You look like you got a good night's sleep.” Brittany's smug expression deepened.
”I got the night I wanted.” She grinned when Brittany looked skeptical, and her gaze flicked to the door that likely only she knew was there in the paneling between two shops. ”I feel like a million bucks and I'm ready for a great time.”
Brittany continued her hung-over journey toward their cabin, and Wendy turned her steps toward the Apollo Lido. Along the way she pa.s.sed a white-uniformed crewwoman answering a pa.s.senger's questions. It wasn't Sophia or Carmella, but that didn't matter judging by the reaction of Wendy's pulse.
Brittany could have the musicians. They were expensive to chase and hard to attract. Women in uniform, on the other hand... yes, Wendy thought. She was ready for a great time.
Return Pa.s.sage Radclyffe ”Hi, you've reached Darla Ames, cruise director. How may I help you this morning?” Darla tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder as she shuffled papers. ”Today's excursion is to the Basilica of St. Nicholas. You'll find information about where to get the shuttle in the itinerary package you received when you boarded yesterday.” At the sound of light tapping on the gla.s.s door to her office, Darla smiled at the voluptuous redhead standing out in the hall and motioned her visitor inside. ”Yes, local guides will meet your group once you reach the island, but you should check with your tour director for the exact times.” Darla pushed an errant strand of shoulder length blond hair away from her face and pointed to the chair in front of her desk. ”Oh, you'll be back in plenty of time for the toga party tonight.”
”One of mine?” Jessica Parry whispered as she sat down across from Darla and crossed her legs. She didn't bother to pull her skirt down when it rode high up on her thighs.
Darla shook her head and mouthed Rainbow Adventures. ”That's all right, it's no trouble at all. Have a wonderful trip.” She hung up the phone and pushed her paperwork aside. ”You're up early this morning.”
”You know how first days go,” Jessica replied. ”I wanted to make the rounds and make sure my group was all set for the day trip to Bari.”
”It's so good to see you again.” Darla came around the front of her desk and leaned against it. When she braced a hand on either side of her hips, the motion pulled her silk blouse tightly across her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s. ”Sorry I didn't get much of a chance to talk with you at the Captain's Reception last night. We booked quite a few new tour groups for this go-round, in addition to the regulars like yours, and I had to chat up all the virgin tour directors. This cruise is getting popular.”
”Not too popular, I hope,” Jessica said softly, watching the small round prominences in the center of Darla's b.r.e.a.s.t.s tighten and protrude. She ran the tip of her tongue lightly over her lower lip, thinking of the way Darla's b.r.e.a.s.t.s flushed when she was excited and how, when she sucked on Darla's nipples, the pale pink areola deepened to rose. ”How was the Caribbean run?”
”Mercifully uneventful,” Darla replied, her gaze on Jessica's mouth. ”You had the Alaska trip last, didn't you?”
”Mmm,” Jessica said, absently trailing her fingers over her own nipples and smiling as she saw Darla's eyes widen. ”I always enjoy that cruise, but this one is my favorite.”
”Really?” Darla's voice grew husky, and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s rose and fell rapidly. ”Why is that?”
”Because I've never found anyone who can suck me the way you do,” Jessica whispered, pinching her nipples through her cotton top. ”It's been a very long four months.”
”A popular tour director like you, working with one of the biggest lesbian agencies in the States?” Darla licked her lips.
”Don't tell me you don't have friends on the other s.h.i.+ps who can help you out.”
”Oh,” Jessica laughed. ”There are a few with talent, but you've got a magic mouth.”
”The minute I saw you leading your group on board yesterday afternoon, I was wet,” Darla confided. ”I hardly slept last night thinking about the way you taste.”
Jessica spread her legs and tilted her hips just enough to pull her skirt up another inch. Darla gasped, and Jessica knew that she had caught a glimpse of her smooth, bare p.u.s.s.y. From the way her c.l.i.t throbbed, Jessica imagined her lips were red and wet right now. ”I've been thinking about this all night. When I woke up this morning, the first thing I thought about was how much I needed to come.”
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