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you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry

only the sun has come this close 

only the sun

- Shauna Barbosa (GPS)

The skies are different here. 

Maya has seen so many different sunrises and so many different sunsets against the vast panorama of so many different skies but she has never seen anything like this. She looks out to the deep blue sea, smells the salty Bali air and she breathes out a quiet sigh, one filled with nothing but contentment and gratitude for this peaceful moment. 

From the balcony of their rental home, Maya’s gaze drifts over to the young local women making their daily offerings on the shorelines of the sprawling beach, watching as the smoke from the lit incense sticks drifts and curls with the light breeze. She pulls at the long sleeves of her sleep shirt over her hands, shivering slightly from the early morning chill. 

With one last look at the sunlit horizon, she picks up her cup of coffee off the railing and decides then that it's time to head back inside the bedroom. 

She unsurprisingly finds Carina still deep asleep in bed. It never fails to fascinate her the way that the sea air has such a sedateful, calming effect on her wife and she especially loves being witness to it these past few days. Maya’s smile is soft and tender at seeing how tightly Carina is holding onto the pillow that she had been sleeping on before she got up to watch the sunrise, at how Carina practically sprawls across the huge bed trying to find her. 

Maya herself isn't so immune to the warm and tropical climate either. Though she does still wake up before the break of dawn, she hasn't been rushing to grab her running shoes but her flip-flops instead and then she goes for a walk right down to the beach, carrying a fresh cup of coffee with her. 

But not today though.

Today she decided to stay close and in the house that Carina carefully picked out for them. Today she made her coffee, climbed back up the stairs to their bedroom and walked out to the balcony to watch the sun rise because come tomorrow afternoon, they'll be heading back home to Seattle. As much as Maya misses it, she can't help but want to soak up as much of the time she has left to be with her beautiful wife before they get back to their incredibly busy lives. 

She takes one last sip of her coffee before setting the now-empty cup down on the table then strides over to the bottom of the bed. Her gaze moves lovingly over her wife, barely covered by the white sheets. Maya bites down on her bottom lip at the smooth expanse of Carina’s back; freshly tanned from the past few days of soaking in the sun. 

An idea starts to brew in her head, too good to pass up. She swiftly pulls her shirt off and tosses it carelessly to the side. 

After all, they do have a free morning anyway, what better way to pass the time?

She gingerly places a knee onto the mattress, waiting to see if Carina reacts to it but much to her relief, Carina doesn't wake. Barely even moves.

Maya continues to carefully advance herself, her hands on either side of Carina’s legs as she slowly crawls up. She pulls down the sheet until it's just covering her wife’s bottom half, leaning down to press her lips to the base of Carina’s spine. 

But once again, Carina doesn't react and so Maya continues. 

It’s only when she’s nuzzling her nose into that little dip on the small of Carina’s back, that Maya is alerted to the cute little sounds Carina makes whenever she’s about to wake up. The bed then moves underneath them as Carina stretches the full length of her body, making a pleased noise that can come only from a satisfyingly restful sleep. Meanwhile Maya has frozen in her position, transfixed as she watches the glorious display of her wife rousing from her deep slumber.

Carina lifts her head and looks over her shoulder, giving Maya an adorable, languid smile before she lays her head back down on the pillow.

“Mmm, good morning, cuore mio,” she softly murmurs, making Maya’s heart flutter at the raspy greeting. 

“Buongiorno, my love,” she just as quietly replies, her lips brushing lightly over Carina’s skin. 

---

She hums softly, shivering at the touch of Maya’s lips slowly climbing up her back. 

Carina was having the nicest dream, the best kind of dream that makes waking up seem like the most terrible thing. But somehow she could feel Maya’s warmth over her and when it comes down to it, there is simply no competition between a nice dream and what is her reality. 

Though she sometimes does wish that her lovely reality isn't such a morning person. 

She burrows her face into Maya’s pillow, breathing in the scent of her shampoo that lingers in it. “I cannot see the time on the clock but I already know that it is much too early to be awake.”

“The sunrise was magnificent today,” Maya replies, distracted as she continues her ascent. 

Carina isn't surprised to hear that, having already learned from past holidays they have taken together that no matter what, Maya will always wake up early. She doesn't know if it's the lingering effects of Maya’s father's training and conditioning. But even though Maya has learned that she doesn't need to go running as soon as she wakes up, she still wakes up early anyway. Even with jet-lag or whatever reason there can be for exhaustion, Maya will always wake up before the sun. 

But Carina can't say that she’s not a fan of it when Maya has been waking her up the past few days and brings with her the familiar scent of the ocean. It makes Carina think of home and of her childhood. It makes her think of her happiest memories, even more so now that she can associate the scent to her wife.

It’s their last day tomorrow and though it makes her very sad to think they'll have to say goodbye to their tropical paradise, she also can't wait to be back home. She makes a mental note to try and wake up early tomorrow morning, to share the sunrise with her wife. Carina can't help but imagine what the dawn will look like reflected in the blue of Maya’s eyes. 

“That's nice,” she whispers, coming back to the present and finally commenting on the movements of Maya’s lips along her spine.

Maya merely hums in reply, the sound of it reverberating across her skin and Carina can’t help but sigh at how good it is making her feel. It doesn't escape her notice how her hips have started to move against the mattress, such is the effect that her wife has on her.

“You know, if your hands also want to get involved, I do not mind,” she adds. After all, they have no plans until midday, so there is more than enough time to make this morning a much more pleasurable one. 

Her wife chuckles huskily at her less-than-subtle hint. “Oh, you mean if they want to go here?” Maya asks, teasing as she moves her hands off the bed to grip Carina’s waist.

“Maya,” she whines, breathing out a whimper at the firm squeeze of Maya’s hands on her waist. 

Carina realizes belatedly that Maya is holding herself up and imagines immediately the taut muscles of her wife’s arms, the veins that stand out when she exerts herself like this. Maya ignores her plea, her lips by now having reached the hollow between Carina’s shoulder blades. 

“Oh, you meant here, right?” she asks instead, bringing her hands up to Carina’s shoulders. 

She growls quietly in sleepy frustration, rocking her hips harder against the bed. “Bambina, it is too early for you to tease me like this.” 

“Oh, I know, but I also know that you secretly love it, so tell me,” Maya’s knees are on either side of her hips now as her lips reach the base of Carina’s neck, “why should I stop?”

“Because you can use your mouth for much better things?” she asks. 

---

Maya bites her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing. 

“I don't know,” she whispers teasingly, nuzzling her nose into the thick of Carina’s hair and taking a deep breath of her into her lungs. Maya sighs at the cocktail of feelings that flutter in her chest and swoop right down to the low of her belly. There’s never been anybody else who has ever made her feel like this, nobody who has ever made her feel so much all at the same time. 

“I think I’m pretty good with talking,” she adds. 

Carina sighs in frustration. “Sei impossibile.” This time, Maya can't help but laugh though softly. She knows that her wife is making that angry, pouty face that she loves so much but will absolutely never tell her. 

And it's not like she’s unsusceptible to what’s happening. The headboard of the bed has been thumping rhythmically against the wall, rocking with the way that Carina has been pointedly rolling her hips. Maya loves seeing her wife—feeling her—like this, so reckless and shameless in expressing her desires, and that it's all for her. She moves her hands back down to Carina’s waist to slow her pace, a rough, possessive grip that has Carina automatically melting into her touch. 

“But it kind of seems that you like when I'm being impossible though,” she murmurs, dropping her voice to the low husk that she knows drives Carina absolutely crazy. Her smirk turns absolutely cocky when Carina whines at hearing her. She lightly presses her nose into Carina's cheek, pressing her chest down on Carina’s back. “Riprova.” 

This time when Carina speaks, her voice is so soft in its keening that it makes Maya’s breath catch to hear it. “Maya, bambina, ti prego.” 

She feels a hum of approval climbing up the back of her throat as she nuzzles her nose into Carina's cheek. “È meglio,” she sighs, placing a tender kiss on her wife’s jawline. 

Maya grabs the sheets that separate them, yanking them off Carina so there's nothing between them anymore. Her gaze travels up her wife’s body, her breath coming out heavier as she takes in the stunning topography of her. She easily finds the many constellations of beauty marks scattered across Carina’s back. She knows them all by heart, having spent hours upon hours learning them, loving every single one as she trailed the invisible lines with her fingers and her mouth. 

She lowers herself on top of Carina, failing to hold back the whimper in the back of her throat. Maya rocks her hips on Carina’s back, the solid pressure on her aching clit making her dizzy with relief. She feels Carina’s hand on her knee, feels the encouraging squeeze of Carina's hand and it makes Maya buck down harder on Carina’s back. 

Eventually, Maya places her hands on either side of Carina and pushes herself off her, unsure if it's her or Carina, or maybe it's the both of them that let out the lewd moan as she does so. She bites down on her bottom lip when she glances down and sees the wet streak that stripes along the bottom half of Carina’s back. Her cunt throbs wildly at the sight of it, a possessive heat curling in the pit of her belly. 

“Oh no, I’ve made a mess of you,” she murmurs, softly. “I should clean that up for you,” she adds, the pounding between her legs intensifying when Carina groans in delight at her words. 

She slowly crawls down, placing playful bites and lingering kisses over Carina’s back as she goes until she finally reaches that wet patch. She drags her tongue to swipe across Carina’s skin, a deep groan rumbling in her chest when she realizes that she’s tasting not just herself but the tangy salt of Carina’s sweat too. 

“Fuck,” she whispers to herself.

Maya immediately grabs hold of her wife’s ass, palms spread possessively over each cheek as she gives them a firm squeeze. She bites down on her lip at the filthy moan Carina breathes out. God, she loves the sounds that her wife makes when they're like this together, reckless, wild and carefree. 

And they've barely even started. 

As she moves down further, Carina’s scent comes to her strong and musky, and Maya’s mouth waters immediately at the thought of having the taste of Carina coating thick on her tongue. 

---

A hot blush spreads across her cheeks, feeling Maya’s laser-focused gaze on her sopping cunt. 

She knows exactly the look that's on Maya’s face, having seen it so many times before. Dark, hungry and so absolutely wretched. Carina doesn't know what to expect now, Maya’s fingers or her tongue and she can't for the life of her, decide which one she wants more. 

She has been waiting patiently—so patiently—as Maya takes her time with her, planting those sweet, lingering kisses down the smooth line of her back. Carina can still feel the wet roughness of Maya’s tongue. How cool it had felt licking across and along her heated skin. 

A gasp escapes her at the first swipe of Maya’s tongue over her cunt, slow and firm. Her body trembles at the groan her wife lets out, the sound vibrating right through her. Her breath catches, the blush in her cheeks burning hotter at the feel of Maya’s fingers delicately spreading her dripping folds open as if presenting herself to her. 

“Maya,” she whimpers, pleading as she raises her hips slightly off the bed, her hands fisting tightly around the bed sheets. 

Maya’s hand is on her hip now, warm and so firmly present just before she’s pushing her tongue back in, deeper inside this time that the inner walls of Carina’s pussy eagerly pulses around it. She rocks her hips down in reaction, a gratified moan escaping her. 

This isn't going to take long. The sounds she's making increase in volume with every teasing push and pull of Maya’s tongue, every curling motion that it makes inside her. 

She’s been ready from the moment Maya started rubbing herself on her back that she wishes she had been able to see. She can barely handle the erotic display that her own imagination is conjuring up of it and Carina loves that. Loves that she gets to experience Maya’s sensuality, a side of her that Carina knows nobody else has ever gotten to see. And the certainty of that knowledge only seems to goad Carina’s jealous nature even further, making her buck her hips down harder onto Maya’s face while Maya only moans hungrily in response to it.

Her orgasm finds her biting down on her pillow, a wrenching cry in the deep of her throat as Maya sucks relentlessly on the wet folds of her pussy. She’s barely in the midst of her release when Maya’s tongue is replaced by her fingers and Carina lets out a groan of surprise though her sopping cunt eagerly accepts all four of them. 

She feels Maya pause, her sudden movement making Carina look behind her to see her wife getting up to her knees. Dark blue eyes look up to meet hers and it allows Carina a moment to see the wild look in them, how flushed and wet Maya’s face is that it makes her want to come all over again. 

She’s so distracted by the thought of how good Maya looks with her all over her face that she gasps in surprise when Maya thrusts her hips, the forward motion pushing against the back of her hand to pound her fingers deeper into her. Carina arches her back and lifts her hips, moaning loudly at the thrilling rapture that the change in angle brings with the curl of Maya’s skillful fingers. 

The sounds of her wife’s own pleasure is music to her ears, feeling the way that Maya grinds on the back of her hand with every roll of her hips against Carina’s. It’s overwhelming, almost, to be able to hear so much of their fucking—so uninhibited and with such abandon—and not have to worry about the possibility of getting a note of complaint from several of their neighbors later. Their closest neighbor here is too far to hear anything and even if they were, the ocean outside their balcony roars over the both of them. 

Carina reaches down to rub at her throbbing clit, groaning at the slickness that immediately soaks between her fingers. It's so much more than she expected but it doesn't surprise her either. They always end up making such a mess of the sheets, especially when they get like this. 

With Maya’s fingers pounding relentlessly into her and her own fingers rubbing firm, dizzying circles on her clit, Carina’s second release of the day devastates her in the most exquisite and breathless of ways, with Maya’s name cried out from the depth of her lungs. 

Unable to keep herself up for much longer, Carina lets herself fall to the bed.

A moment barely passes when she whimpers, feeling Maya’s fingers rhythmically tapping inside her. “Maya,” she starts to whine. 

“Just one more, baby,” her wife murmurs tenderly. “For me.”

With those magic words, Carina breathes out a whimper again before she nods, already more than worked up from her wife’s ministrations. The orgasm that quickly follows is not as explosive but still just as satisfyingly good as it ripples through her body with a warmth that has her toes curling.

She lets out a blissful sigh, a quiet moan following it as Maya carefully pulls out of her. Carina slowly turns over then, wanting to properly see her wife for the first time today. 

A smile pulls at her lips at the sight of Maya crawling up towards her and Carina sits up, too impatient for Maya to get to her. 

---

Maya eagerly wraps her arms around Carina’s shoulders, tucking her face into the familiar warmth of her wife’s neck. 

Her fingers are still sticky and wet and she doesn't even think twice, bringing them up to her mouth. Carina's scent is all that she can smell now, all that she can taste, all that she can breathe in. It's all around her and god if it doesn't make her want Carina even more. It certainly doesn't help matters that Carina’s hands are moving all over her body, roaming and purposefully wandering as if she's trying to map every single inch of her.

They're pressed up so close together that Maya can easily feel the pounding of Carina’s heart against her chest. She wonders if Carina is able to feel hers too, how crazy fast that it’s racing. She wonders if Carina knows that it's all because of her. From the very first moment that they met, Maya’s tender heart has beaten for nobody else. 

Carina’s mouth is on her shoulder now, pressing kisses that leave a bone-deep heat that lingers across her skin. She sighs at the teeth that gently nip at the crook of her neck, burying her fingers in the tangled waves of Carina’s luscious hair. 

“God, you drive me fucking crazy,” she breathlessly laughs at the cool tongue that slowly drags up the line of her throat. 

Carina breathes out an amused chuckle, nipping lightly at Maya’s chin before meeting her gaze. “I drive you crazy? Remind me again who was doing the teasing earlier?” she asks, arching her eyebrow. 

“And are you going to finally do something about that?” she challenges, biting down on her bottom lip. Maya tugs at the dark hair that weaves so silkily between her fingers, relishing in the dreamy flutter of Carina’s eyes as a blush spreads fiercely across her cheeks. 

She doesn't believe it sometimes, how she can disarm Carina like this, how she can affect her so easily. But Carina has never been one to hide it from her, always so willing to let Maya see her and yes, Maya was slow to catch onto it, slow to truly appreciate the gift that it is but she eventually did. And she does, so much. Realizing that even with Carina’s propensity towards the unfiltered truth with anyone she encounters, there is still a huge difference between the Carina that everyone else meets and the one that Maya herself gets to see. It's a gift that Maya hopes never to lose.

Her eyes close as Carina’s lips press to the pulsing point on her neck, feeling the whisper of Carina’s thoughtful hum skitter over her skin. “Please, baby,” she murmurs, not too proud to add a little needy whine in her tone. “I need you,” she adds, digging her fingers into the back of Carina’s neck as she rocks her sopping cunt to her wife’s toned belly. 

She lets out a breath when she feels Carina shiver against her as she lightly scrapes her fingers down her neck, her hands stuttering in their glide down Maya’s waist before they silently continue their descent. Maya tries not to react but she can't help widening the space between her thighs once Carina’s hands are climbing up her inner thighs. 

A whine climbs the back of her throat at the touch of long, dexterous fingers where she has been needing them to be. It doesn't escape her notice though, how Carina makes sure to avoid her clit, just barely grazing it as she so leisurely slides her fingers between the slick folds of Maya’s pussy. 

Truth be told. Maya doesn't mind the lack of urgency, doesn't ask Carina to fuck her already as if she hasn't been soaking wet since the very second she had her tongue inside her. She loves when they get to slow down after those first few orgasms, when they get to bask and indulge with no pressing desire to go anywhere but simply to touch each other. 

She pulls back to rest her forehead onto Carina's, a quiet moan escaping her lips when Carina pushes one finger inside and lets it stay there, unmoving. Maya feels herself clenching keenly around that one finger, pulsing around it as she watches the expression of bliss crossing her wife’s face. 

“I love you,” she can't help but whisper, smiling softly when Carina’s content gaze turns tender. 

“I love you too.” Carina raises her other hand up to press her palm to Maya’s cheek, her thumb brushing gently over Maya’s chin. “This is a very, very good way to start our last day here.”

“Are you looking forward to going back home?” she asks, tipping her head down to briefly kiss her lips to Carina’s thumb.

Carina sighs wistfully, dropping her hand down to Maya’s shoulder. “Mmm, yes but also no.”

“We’ll come back again one day,” Maya quietly promises.

“Yeah?” Carina asks, an undeniably radiant smile slowly growing on her lips. 

Maya nods. “I really like it here,” she replies, her breath coming out shaky when Carina then adds a second and third finger inside her. She swallows thickly at Carina’s languid pace. “I really like you here.” 

Carina nods in agreement, tenderly rubbing her cheek against hers. “Me too, for both things,” she softly murmurs. 

“God,” she mutters in response to the dizzyingly skillful fingers twisting inside her before she closes her eyes. 

---

She watches in awe—always, always, always in awe—the way that Maya starts to slowly move against her. 

So graceful and utterly magnificent that Carina doesn't want to look away, can't ever find it in her to do so. Maya is her entire world and right now, there's nothing else that exists outside of them together. There is nothing else that matters outside of the wet heat of her wife’s pussy and being able to feel the mad fluttering and tightening around her fingers. 

“Good?” she asks in a quiet whisper, her gaze tracing the ecstasy that plays out so exquisitely on Maya’s face. 

Maya’s biting down on her bottom lip, letting out nothing more than her own quiet moan of approval at the curl of Carina’s fingers. “Oh god yes, just like that.” 

The pretty flush in Maya’s cheeks is so captivating as it spreads down her neck and to her heaving chest. How is Carina meant to look anywhere else but at her? When Carina just knows by the way that Maya is moving against her and the look on her face when she opens her gorgeous blue eyes, that she’s surrendering, yielding to all that her body is feeling and god, if it isn't the most divine thing that Carina has ever borne witness to. 

She moves her hand from Maya’s shoulder down to cup her breast, ardently reveling in the full weight of it in her palm. Maya’s nipple is already hard and Carina sighs in appreciation at how it hardens even more when she lazily flicks her thumb over it. She gently nuzzles Maya’s cheek before leaning down to replace her thumb with her mouth, with her tongue while her hand moves to the small of Maya’s back. 

“Another,” Maya whimpers and Carina understands immediately, adding another finger to join in and Maya lets out a breathless moan. Her hands tighten in Carina’s hair; her drenched thighs tremble wantonly on either side of her. Her wife is so tight and soaking wet, drawing Carina’s fingers further inside her. 

Maya’s hands fall to Carina’s back then, her fingers digging into her skin and Carina hisses at the slight touch of pain, groaning at the way Maya drags her fingers down. She moves hesitantly on from her appreciation of Maya’s breasts, taking one last moment to sink her teeth into the supple flesh. It’s almost juvenile, the naughty feeling she gets when she gets to leave a mark on Maya's skin but Carina has been more than enjoying the freedom to do so. After the last few days of laying out on the beach or on their balcony, Maya is so sun-kissed all over that Carina absolutely can't get enough of it and Maya just as happily returns the favor. 

Carina darts out her tongue, dipping it into the hollow between Maya’s collarbones before trailing it up the graceful line of Maya’s neck. The beating of Maya’s pulse is so fast and so hard against her tongue that she can almost taste it. It's a heady feeling to realize the effect she can have on Maya even when they fuck slow and take their time with each other. 

Her mouth eventually finds Maya’s and Carina moans at the taste of herself that somehow still lingers on Maya’s tongue. She feels Maya's hand moving to the back of her elbow, silently urging her to go harder and deeper and Carina willingly meets her request, settling into a consistently pounding rhythm that has them both rocking back and forth on the bed. Maya pulls away from their kiss, pressing her cheek to Carina’s as she gasps for breath. There's an insistence now, a wildness in the way Maya fucks herself onto Carina’s pumping fingers; a fearlessness in the increasingly loud, indecent noises she makes against the backdrop of the crashing sea outside. 

Carina’s own heart is racing in anticipation of Maya’s orgasm, of being able to see Maya finally letting go. She makes sure to firmly rub the heel of her palm to Maya’s clit, savoring how Maya's walls flutter and constrict tighter around her fingers, how her thighs shake even harder on either side of her.

There is no sound when Maya does finally come but Carina feels it all around her when Maya’s arms pull her in even closer, so close that her face nestles into the sweaty warmth of Maya’s neck while an unmistakably powerful tremor is going through Maya’s body that it reverberates right against her own. 

She pulls back and looks up in time to see the way Maya’s eyes are squeezed tight, her mouth dropped open as she loses herself to the rapture that rocks through her. It’s a wretchedly glorious sight and one Carina won't soon forget. 

She goes back to Maya’s neck and leaves lingering kisses as she waits for Maya to eventually come back to herself, shallowing the push of her fingers. 

---

She lets out a mournful whimper when Carina eventually pulls out, already so keenly missing the fullness of having them inside her. 

Maya is still trying to catch her breath when Carina’s fingers, so completely soaked from having been inside her, slowly swipe over her bottom lip. Her breath catches in her throat as those same fingers then trail down her neck and to her chest, circling around her hardening nipples. Carina’s gaze then follows the wet path that her fingers have left on Maya’s skin, making a sound of displeasure.

“Looks like I made a bit of a mess too,” Carina murmurs, looking back up at Maya with such a dark, meaningful stare that it very quickly dawns on her.

Oh, they're not done. They're so far from done when Carina rocks forward, pushing Maya to lay down on the bed with her slick palm on Maya’s belly. Maya whimpers as her wife takes her bottom lip between hers and sucks on it before moving to track her tongue down Maya’s neck, licking down the same path that her fingers made until she reaches Maya’s chest. 

She watches in slight amusement at the dreamy expression that crosses Carina’s face, the sigh of lustful appreciation that leaves her lips before she takes a nipple into her mouth. A moan leaves her as a hot, pulsing need slowly builds back inside her. Maya arches willingly, giving Carina more of herself as she rolls her hips up when she feels the light nipping of Carina’s teeth. 

“Fuck,” Maya groans desperately as Carina eventually resumes her descent, trailing her tongue down her tensing stomach. She feels Carina’s ardent moan vibrating against her skin as her hands wander down from her waist to her legs. Carina's hands squeeze firmly around her thighs and Maya gives little to no resistance when Carina spreads them apart. 

Carina's gaze is on her cunt now and Maya doesn't have to look for herself to know just how much of a swollen mess she is. She can feel it on her inner thighs, slick and dripping wet; sees it in the way that Carina licks her lips and how her attentive stare turns hungry with need. Maya shudders. 

Her head drops back to the pillow, gasping out Carina’s name at the first lick of her tongue, so cool and toe-curlingly firm. Carina’s arms immediately hook under her thighs, pulling Maya closer to her devouring mouth. She shoots a hand down to grab onto Carina’s on her hip-bone, squeezing it tight as Carina sucks eagerly on her drenched folds. Maya whimpers, a hot blush spreading across her cheeks at the indecent sounds that it all makes. 

Her clit throbs with maddening need and Maya slides her other hand down to rub at it but Carina swats her hand away. Maya glances down and catches the warning glare in her wife’s brown eyes, telling her to be patient. A ragged breath escapes her as she lays her head back down on the pillow, deciding instead to move her hand to cup her breast. 

Her nipple feels sensitive as she pinches it between her fingers, moaning at the exhilarating thrill that rocks through her body. She feels Carina’s hand sliding up her stomach, taking her other breast into her palm. It’s almost overwhelming and mind-bending when Carina’s thumb swipes firmly over her nipple at the same time that she pinches the other with her own fingers but Maya lets out a pleased groan all the same. 

“Close,” she manages to mewl before letting out a loud curse, her entire body shaking when Carina’s mouth wraps tight around her clit. “Oh god, baby, so fucking close.”

There is no sound that comes out of her when Maya finally comes. Her eyes are squeezed shut and there is nothing but blinding darkness. She can feel Carina’s mouth still on her cunt, skillfully coaxing another but smaller orgasm out of her while she’s still in the midst of the previous one and even though she doesn't think she can anymore, Maya just knows that her wife will somehow get her to come again. 

She quickly taps on her wife’s hand on her breast, a silent signal to stop and Carina thankfully takes mercy on her and gently pulls her mouth away. Maya feels boneless; her body melting into the bed as she tries to catch her breath, watching as Carina crawls up the bed and drops right beside her. Maya somehow finds the strength to turn and lay on her side to face Carina just as she's closing her eyes. 

The sun has fully greeted the day by now, casting their bedroom with its natural glow. For every day that they've been here, this is the sight that she comes back to once she's done with her sunrise strolls on the beach; the gleaming morning light caressing Carina’s body, illuminating her with a reverence that Maya can't bear to look away from. She watches with a pounding heart as Carina's eyes slowly flutter open, a proud and lazy smile pulling at her lips and Maya finds herself falling in love all over again.

She scoots closer until she's nose to nose with Carina. “Wanna know a secret?” she softly asks, her grin turning shy at the curious shine in Carina's eyes.

“What is it?” Carina asks just as quietly.

“I have a really giant crush on you.” Maya scrunches her face then, shaking her head at her own silliness. 

Carina’s smile somehow seems to brighten further at her admission. “Oh really?” She reaches up to twirl a strand of Maya’s hair around her finger. “Want to know my secret?”

“Always.”

Brown eyes stare deeply into hers. “I have a massive crush on you too.”

A hot blush spreads across her cheeks despite herself. God, how does Carina make her feel like this, makes her feel like she’s some swooning high school girl even after all they have done this morning. “You know, the rules say that we’re supposed to kiss now.” 

Carina shrugs. “Hm, I’m not much for following the rules,” she murmurs softly before she slightly arches her eyebrow. “But maybe I can use a little persuasion.”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, trying to restrain the outrageously huge smile that she feels coming. “Oh, you’re trouble, Dr. DeLuca-Bishop,” Maya sighs.

“I am,” Carina agrees, a flirty smirk appearing on her face before she's tipping her chin down so that her lips are just barely grazing Maya’s, “but the best kind.” 

Maya is barely letting out a trembling whisper of Carina’s name when she pushes forward, her mouth swiftly capturing Maya’s in a firm kiss. Maya's hands are immediately in Carina’s hair, weaving and tangling her fingers in its silky thickness. Her own mouth eagerly parts for Carina’s tongue, moaning softly as it flicks teasingly over her own. 

Her heart squeezes painfully at the careful way Carina’s hands are cupping her face, her thumbs brushing tenderly over her cheeks. Maya can't help but think about all that they have been through together, the especially hard times that nearly tore them apart. The thought of having almost lost Carina has Maya kissing her wife harder to taste her presence, has her fingers tugging a little more desperately in Carina's hair. And maybe these same thoughts are running through Carina’s mind too as she returns the fervor, her hands wandering down Maya’s body as if to make sure she's still here too. 

She whimpers when Carina’s hand finds its way between her legs but Maya isn’t surprised by the touch. Even less so when Carina’s fingers simply brush through her trimmed curls. She feels herself clenching in anticipation from the proximity of Carina’s fingers but she knows that this isn't about fucking anymore; that Carina is touching only for the sake of touching her. 

When they eventually slow down and pull away, Maya sighs, breathless with her heart pounding relentlessly in her chest. She catches the tender shine in Carina’s eyes and Maya can't help but place one last brief kiss to her lips. She brings a hand down to gently brush her thumb over Carina's chin. 

“Thank you,” she softly utters, unsure of how else to encapsulate the gratitude she feels that they are still here, not just together but stronger too. 

But understanding is clear on Carina's face as she replies with equal gravity, “thank you.”

Silence falls between them then; comfortable and content. 

---

She’s almost falling back asleep when she feels a slight nudge on her hip. 

Carina sighs, reluctantly pulling her hand away from where it's been between Maya’s thighs, pressed comfortably to her cunt. She opens her eyes to see a gentle apologetic smile on Maya’s face before she’s getting out of bed, taking her warmth away with her. 

“I’ll go get the shower ready for us,” Maya utters, leaning over to gently press her lips to Carina’s forehead. “Love you, gorgeous.”

“I love you.”

---

She lets out a content sigh, tipping her head forward at the feel of Carina’s hands applying the body wash on her.

“Feels good,” she murmurs lazily when Carina starts to add a little firm pressure that loosens the ever-present tension between her shoulders. 

Maya closes her eyes, enjoying the pampering feel of Carina’s fingers as they continue slowly down her back. A knowing grin pulls at her lips when her wife’s hands are on her ass, taking more time there than necessary. She breathes out a sigh as Carina keeps going, her long and skillful fingers moving down Maya’s thighs to her calves. Her wife’s steady touch then moves back up, her hands sliding up between her inner thighs that Maya bites down her bottom lip in realization at what Carina is trying to do. 

“Carina,” she whispers shakily when her wife’s hands move around to her hips and she presses her front to Maya’s back.

Carina only places a chin on her shoulder, humming questioningly in response, teasingly—knowingly—as she grabs the bottle of body wash to pour more of the soap onto her palm, lathering it under the spray of the shower. 

A quiet moan escapes her when those lathered hands are pressing flat to her stomach gradually moving up to her chest. Maya brings a hand up to the wall, needing to steady herself while her wife’s hands pay even more attention to her breasts under the pretense of washing them clean. Her body shakes at the languid, almost playful way that Carina’s thumbs flick over her painfully stiffening nipples, so contrary to the hard and pounding rhythm of her heartbeat in her chest. 

It's not hard to tell that Carina is actively and not at all subtly working her up all over again and god, is it working so fucking well. Even though her body is aching so slightly from their early morning activities. And Carina knows it too. With her arms around Maya like this, Maya is surrounded by her and her heady warmth. She feels it tight in the low of her belly, in the needy throb of her cunt. 

She opens her eyes, looking down to see the carefully possessive way that Carina’s palms cup her breasts and Maya can't help but love the way that her wife’s hands look against her skin, the both of them tanned from days under the sun. She watches with bated breath then, as Carina reaches up for the showerhead and it’s a disappointed whimper that comes out of her when Carina starts to wash away the soap suds on her chest, her back and her shoulders. 

Her breath hitches when she slowly realizes that Carina isn’t returning the showerhead back to its hook and instead, she starts to move it back down her chest, over her stomach until—

“Oh god,” Maya whimpers. Her hand reaches back to grab onto the back of Carina’s neck, her fingers curling tight into the thick of her wife’s hair.

“Spread your legs a little more for me, Maya,” her wife murmurs softly against her. Maya eagerly complies, a moan coming out of her this time at the now unrelenting water pressure against her throbbing pussy. 

But maybe Maya is now too sensitive that even though the water feels so good on her; even though she feels so goddamn fucking close to coming, she can't seem to get any closer. The harder she tries, the further it gets away from her. Her groan of frustration echoes. “Babe, I can't—”

“What do you need, bambina?” Carina asks, her voice calm and steady that it helps to slightly quell Maya’s exasperation. 

A thought immediately pops into her mind but Maya shakes her head, her cheeks blushing fiercely at the very idea of it. “I— I don't know.”

But her wife knows her too well, knows exactly what her thoughtful silence means, knows even more what it is that Maya wants. Carina’s hand is on her hip, secure but undemanding at the same time. “Yes, you do, Maya.”

She sighs gratefully at the immeasurable sense of safety that Carina so freely gives to her. There’s nobody else in the world that Maya has ever knowingly trusted more with her body than her wife. And so Maya leans into that trust, knowing that Carina will give her exactly what her body needs.  She tilts her head back, turning slightly to rest her temple to Carina’s cheek. 

“Please, Carina,” she softly whispers.

---

She hears it in her wife’s entrusting whisper; the yielding. 

Carina swallows thickly as she moves her hand slowly up Maya’s toned stomach, over her chest. Her hand cups Maya’s breast, savoring the full weight of it in her palm. She bites down on her bottom lip, listening to Maya’s whimper as she arches into Carina’s hand, so desperate and so needy for more of her exploring touch.  

Eventually her hand moves on, resuming jts journey upwards until it finds itself wrapping right around Maya’s neck. Carina feels the vibration of Maya’s mewling approval under her palm and Carina is well-practiced by now to know just how much to start with Maya, just how much pressure to gradually build towards until Maya comes so hard that she nearly blacks out. 

She wishes that she could see the look in Maya’s eyes as she does this. There's always something so electrifying in Maya’s wide-eyed willingness to put herself in this vulnerable position, the complete faith she has in Carina that she swears never, ever to misuse. Carina imagines how dark and bottomless Maya’s eyes must look now with the pressure of Carina’s hand firm around her throat as she comes against the relentless beating of the shower-head's magnificent water pressure.

Maya doesn't resist when Carina turns her around to face her, still so completely lost in a daze from her last orgasm as she holds onto Carina's waist. She barely even responds to the gentle kiss that Carina leaves on her lips. 

Meanwhile, Carina grabs the shampoo bottle and starts the task of applying the shampoo into Maya’s hair. As she gently massages Maya’s scalp, she can't help but admire the pretty pink flush of Maya’s cheeks. Her heart stops when Maya opens her eyes, revealing that dark blue that reminds Carina of the roaring ocean outside their window. 

She carefully touches her fingers to Maya’s cheek, watching how her wife’s eyes flutter at the tender stroke before fully meeting her gaze again, finally present in the moment with her. 

“Kiss me,” Maya whispers.

And Carina does. She kisses Maya soft, deep and unhurried. She kisses Maya in long and lingering moments. She kisses Maya until her lungs burn for air to breathe.

She eventually pulls away, pressing one last kiss to her wife’s pouting lips. “Tip your head back, bella,” she gently tells her as she grabs the conditioner. 

Maya dutifully leans her hair back to wash away the shampoo suds. 

For the next few minutes, they go about their shower in an easy, comfortable silence. It’s when she's done washing out the last of Maya’s shampoo that she tells her that she can get out of the shower and get ready for their day. 

“What about you?” Maya asks her, frowning slightly as if she's just realizing that Carina hadn't come at all. 

She shakes her head, giving her a reassuring smile. “We still have tonight, Maya. And I need to wash the conditioner out of my hair too.”

Maya reluctantly agrees and leaves her with a kiss and Carina watches as her wife gets out of the shower stall and grabs a towel off the rack before walking out of the bathroom. 

She breathes out a shaky sigh, already regretting not taking Maya’s offer of an orgasm in return. But Carina knows that if they get carried away again, they won't be leaving the house until hours later, and as tempting as that may be, it is their last day here. 

But still, there's always something about having her hand around Maya’s neck like that, that just does something to her. Some kind of an intoxicating thrill that shoots right through her body, all the way down to her clit. She doesn't even have to touch herself to know just how much it affected her. 

Another sigh escapes her as she grabs the showerhead once again, directing it down her belly. 

---

It’s late in the evening when they’re walking up to their rental home after having taken a short post-dinner stroll on the beach. 

Maya is still warm and fuzzy from the bottle of wine they shared at dinner, still a little tipsy as she and Carina make their way back up to the front door. She knows her wife is in the exact same state simply from the way she hasn't been able to keep her hands off her since they left the restaurant. 

Not long after Maya left the shower this morning, there was an unmistakably loud moan of release telling her that Carina had made herself come. It's a sound that she loves to hear regardless of whether it was by her own ministration or not. If she wasn't already dressed for the day, she was more than tempted to get back in and rejoin her wife. 

She doesn't know what it is about their final days on vacation that makes them so hungry for each other's touch, so unrestrained in their need for connection. Despite their strenuous morning together, Maya feels invigorated, ready for more and clearly, Carina is too. And Carina does look so exceptionally beautiful tonight in her white sundress with her hair falling free in their natural waves and down her shoulders. 

She’s never been more thankful for the significant distance between them and their neighbors when Carina pins her against their front door, her lips immediately latching onto Maya’s neck. 

“Babe,” she gasps, her hands digging into Carina's waist as sharp teeth graze up her throat. A grunt drags itself out her chest when Carina hooks her fingers in the belt loops of her jeans and slams their hips together, grinding herself onto Maya who knows exactly what her wife is looking to feel. 

After all, it had been Carina’s idea for Maya to wear the strap all evening. She was the one that helped Maya get into the boxer harness, her fingers teasing and trailing over Maya’s skin as she went about her task to make sure the harness was sitting snug and comfortable for Maya. 

There was a good half-hour too, before they left for their reservation that Carina spent on her knees while Maya sat on their bed, Carina’s hands keeping her legs spread open while Carina’s mouth worked the dildo over and over and over but not letting either of them come. Not even once. Not even when Maya begged for it, her hands on either side of her gripping tightly onto the bedsheets to keep herself from reaching for Carina to make her take more of her cock in her mouth. 

No, Carina wanted to save it all for after dinner. Dessert, she had teased as she tucked the dildo back into her jeans. Though Maya is also almost sure that it was Carina’s brand of revenge for her teasing this morning. 

It hadn't been easy to focus on anything but the way the base of the dildo was pressing so deliciously against her clit, throbbing and needy for the kind of attention that couldn't be given to it just yet. Not when all she could think about too, was the way Carina’s hand had wrapped around the dildo as her tongue licked its way slowly from the base to the head. Or of Carina's hollowed cheeks as she stared up at Maya, her head bobbing up and down while she sucked on the dildo.

And it certainly didn't help in the moments when Carina would ‘accidentally’ brush up against her under the dinner table. 

It's not an accident this time when Carina's hand is between her legs again, cupping the subtle bulge of the toy that she's been wearing all night. “I haven't stopped thinking about this since we left for dinner,” she whispers onto her flushed skin, her teeth nipping along Maya’s jawline. 

“Me too,” she replies, moaning in delight when Carina finally kisses her. “Oh god, me too.”

Maya grabs the keycard from the back pocket of her jeans and quickly taps it against the lock. When she hears the unlocking mechanism, she reaches behind her to open their front door, pulling Carina in and taking her turn to press her wife against the front door. Carina moans wantonly into her mouth when she pushes their hips together. 

She slips her hand under the hem of Carina's dress and presses her palm to Carina's cunt, trembling when she finds her wife hot and her panties completely drenched. 

“Fuck,” she groans as she pulls away from their kiss, eagerly pushing Carina’s underwear to the side. Resting her forehead onto Carina’s, Maya slides one finger inside her. She groans in delight at how Carina eagerly takes it, how fast she’s already pulsing tight around her.

“Yes,” Carina mewls encouragingly, her hands now buried in Maya’s hair as she bucks her hips up to take more of Maya’s finger.

She watches intently as her wife quickly loses herself, curling her finger in the way Carina likes it. Carina’s eyes are squeezed tight, her mouth dropped open and her face in complete blissful concentration. Her hips moving frantically onto Maya’s finger that it doesn't surprise her when Carina comes just as quickly. And Maya watches it all. 

Her heart flutters at the breathtaking flush spreading high on Carina's cheeks as she finally settles back down, catching her breath as she does so. “You really needed that, huh?” she asks, gently pulling her soaking finger out to lightly run it over and between the folds of Carina’s pussy. 

Carina trembles at the teasing, exploring touch as she silently nods. 

---

She chews on her bottom lip, restraining her whimper when Maya takes her teasing finger away. 

A soft kiss is placed on her chin.

Her breath catches at the sound of a zipper being pulled down and she glances in time to see Maya pushing her jeans down her legs and taking off the rest of her clothes. Carina’s eyes zero in immediately on the tanned-colored dildo that has now been freed, licking her lips as she thinks of the time she spent with her mouth wrapped so devotedly around it before they left for dinner earlier. Carina thinks of the exquisite look of rapture on Maya’s face, the potent way her dark blue eyes stayed on Carina’s face the entire time. 

Maya nuzzles her cheek as she grabs her hand. 

A heavy feeling swoops in the deep of Carina’s belly then as her hand is wrapped around the toy, taking in its considerable girth, the very weight of it in her palm. Her swollen cunt throbs harder in anticipation. 

“You still want this?” Maya asks her and Carina looks up to see that same dark look in her wife’s blue eyes as she holds a condom packet precariously between her fingers. 

Carina reaches up to cup Maya’s face, brushing her thumb gently over her lips. “I still want you,” she whispers, squeezing her hand around the dildo. 

Blue eyes briefly flutter at her quiet admission before Maya nods, taking the condom out of the wrapper. She offers it to Carina who rolls it onto the dildo with practiced ease. Carina sighs, grasping her hand around the dildo and pushes it forward to press the base firmly onto Maya’s pussy. 

Maya lets out a long and heavy breath in response to her action. “I love when you do that,” she murmurs, her voice in that gravelly rasp that Carina loves so much. She places her hands behind Carina’s legs, hiking her dress up and Carina quickly gets the silent hint. 

Placing her hands on Maya’s shoulders, she hops up. Maya holds onto her with her hands now under her thighs, easily lifting her up before shoving them back onto the door. Carina wraps her legs around Maya, bringing them closer together and breathes out a moan when this results in the dildo nestling firmly against her. 

Carina starts to roll her hips against the solid length of the dildo, a pleased sound rumbling in her chest as she shamelessly rubs her needy cunt against the textured silicone. She can feel herself clenching fast in excitement, more than ready for Maya to be inside her. 

“Maya, please,” she whimpers, staring into those blue eyes that she loves more than anything in the world. 

“I've got you, love,” Maya quietly soothes, kissing Carina’s cheek before she takes a firm hold of the dildo. 

Carina digs her fingers into the back of Maya’s shoulders, her body shuddering as she waits patiently. Maya is always so careful when they use this toy, fully aware of its exquisite thickness and how it feels to have it inside her. Carina’s teeth sink into her bottom lip, whimpering at the flared head of the dildo being pushed inside her. Maya slowly rocks her hips back and forth then, allowing Carina the time to get used to the toy moving inside her, gradually pumping an inch of her cock at a time. 

They both let out a breath when Maya is finally inside her. She can feel Maya’s body shaking against her as she pauses, savoring the moment. And Carina does too, soaks in these first few seconds of having Maya so fully inside her, of getting so breathtakingly stretched out by her wife’s cock. 

Maya ducks her head down, resting her forehead on Carina’s chin. She breathes out one last sigh before looking up at her. “Okay?”

She nods in the affirmative. “Yes.” 

The rhythm starts unhurried and deliberate and oh, Carina already can barely handle how good this feels. Maya’s cock is magnificently thick, offering her desperate cunt a mind-numbing kind of stretch and it curves in the most breathtaking of ways as it moves slowly in and out of her. 

Her wife’s face is in her neck now, breathing heavy as she fucks Carina with stunning mindful purpose. Carina places an encouraging hand on the back of her neck, groaning at the teeth that immediately sink into the base of her neck; the tongue that licks to soothe the bite that was left. 

Everything suddenly feels too hot. Maya is all around her with her hands, strong, steady and warm under her thighs. Her sundress is now sticky with sweat and clinging to her skin. Carina hastily pulls her dress up and over her head, sighing in relief at the cool wooden surface of the door on her back. 

She brings Maya back in to kiss her. 

---

A deep groan thunders in her chest at Carina’s mouth on hers, her fingers running through her hair.

Carina’s legs are wrapped tight around her, keeping her so close as their hips grind against each other in a languid rhythm that their bodies have learned to make in all their years together. But even after all this time, Maya can never get used to just how spell-binding it all is; the way that she can so easily lose all track of time and everything else beyond her wife.

She pulls back from the kiss, realizing how her hips are rocking faster now, pounding her cock harder into Carina. She watches with a racing heart, the gorgeous display of absolute ecstasy playing out on Carina’s face, the shape of her mouth as it cries out her name, the look in her dark brown eyes as they stare back at her. 

No, Maya can never get used to this. She is too desperately in love and falls deeper in love every day, every hour, every minute, every second. Carina is her heart just as much as she is hers.

She rests her forehead onto Carina's shoulder as she slams her hips harder. Maya lets loose her own sounds of pleasure at how the base of the dildo has been pressing against her own pulsing clit. 

Carina's legs around her tighten even more somehow. “Faster, Maya,” she mewls out, her fingers digging into the back of Maya’s neck. “Oh god, faster, please.”

And so Maya picks up her pace, grunting under her breath as she fucks faster into Carina who rocks her own hips right back in equal measure. Beyond the sounds of her wife’s pleasure in the empty house, of her blood rushing in her ears, Maya can't help but also hear the slamming of their frenetic back and forth against the door. Maya has never been more glad having opted for the privacy of a rental instead of a hotel room. 

It isn't much longer until Carina is coming around her cock, arching herself off the door and leaning against it as she groans out her release. Maya slows down but keeps moving in and out of her to prolong that orgasm going through her wife’s body. She only comes to a complete stop when Carina finally settles back down. 

She takes her time in pulling out, a sympathetic smile on her face at the mournful whine that Carina lets out. 

Carina sighs, unwrapping her legs to drop her feet to the floor. She rests back against the door as she lightly drags her fingernails over the back of Maya’s neck. She looks positively rumpled with her hair damp with sweat and sticking to her skin, her face flushed pink from the orgasm that she just had. “Want to take this to the bedroom?” 

She gives her wife a crooked smile. “Oh yeah? You think you've got a couple more rounds in you?” she asks, arching her eyebrow at her.

Pursing her lips, Carina raises her own eyebrow. Her gaze falls to the dildo between them before moving back up to meet Maya’s. “That sounds like a challenge,” she murmurs. 

“Let's see what you've got left for me then, babe.”  

They make their way up the stairs to the bedroom and once there, Maya watches Carina climb onto the bed. She immediately assumes her position, getting on her hands and knees. When Carina looks back at her over her shoulder, she throws Maya an inviting smirk. “Oh, you are unfairly sexy.”

Carina chuckles, playfully wiggling her ass as she does so, “You should do something about that then.”

“Maybe I should,” Maya replies, grabbing another condom from the bedside table. She quickly disposes and replaces the one from earlier before coming back to the foot of the bed. Carina hasn't moved from her position, simply following Maya’s movements with her darkening stare. 

She gets on the bed, instinctively reaching out to Carina. Her hand moves immediately over Carina's back, feeling the pool of sweat combined from the humidity and their activities. She slides her touch up the smooth skin of Carina’s back, recalling to this morning when she woke her up with kisses along her back, how she had rubbed her cunt all over after that. Maya keeps going until she reaches the back of Carina's neck, firmly cupping it with her hand. 

The breathy sound that comes out of Carina then is shaky and delicate as she ducks her head down. Her hair falls down around her, curtaining her face from Maya's sight.

With her other hand, Maya slowly slides it up Carina’s inner thighs. She bites down on her bottom lip at the dripping wet skin that greets her touch, not stopping until she has the wet heat of Carina’s pussy in her palm. Maya feels herself clenching at the soaking folds as her fingers slide so easily between them. 

She looks up the moment Carina pushes back onto her fingers, watching her wife moan at the more solid touch she's giving herself. Carina repeats her action just as equally affected that Maya can feel her getting increasingly wet the more she grinds herself on Maya’s hand. 

Maya takes her hand from the base of Carina's neck and moves it down to her hip. She gives it a firm squeeze in encouragement for Carina to keep going. Her eyes fall to Carina's hands, seeing how they fist desperately around the bedsheets. Maya scoots closer behind Carina just so she feels the solidity of the dildo resting against her inner thigh, so she remembers what's waiting for her.

The body in front of her trembles as Carina eventually slows down, her hips seeking the toy that Maya has been wearing. Maya wraps her own hand around it, coating it with everything that Carina had given to her. She briefly glances up to check on her wife only to find her already looking back at her, watching intently as she moves her hand all over the dildo. 

“Good?”

---

She nods wordlessly, biting down on her bottom lip as Maya brings the toy closer to where she needs her. 

Carina moans immediately at the touch of the dildo on her folds, the solid pressure already feeling so good and sending nothing but molten heat throughout her body. There is an intense warmth spreading across her cheeks as she listens to the indecent sounds of the dildo moving between her folds. 

Her breath catches in her chest with the first push, the initial stretch by the thick head of Maya’s cock. Maya always feels so much bigger in this position, so much thicker that despite how wet she is, she very much appreciates Maya’s unhurried pace.

When she eventually feels the front of Maya’s hips flushed right up against the back of hers, Carina’s entire body shudders. Her arms buckle that she drops to her elbows, dropping her forehead onto the soft pillow. “Oh my god, Maya,” she whimpers.

She feels Maya’s hands on her hips, gently squeezing it in a move to soothe her. She knows that her wife will wait until she's ready despite how much Maya’s body is shaking with restlessness to do so. But Carina doesn't want Maya to wait any longer, not when she hasn't come at all tonight. 

Carina reaches down between her legs, letting out a sharp gasp at the first touch of her fingers on her clit. She finds it hard and throbbing with need as she slides it between her fingers. The inner walls of her pussy grasps tighter around Maya’s cock in reaction to her rubbing firmly on her clit. 

She’s ready now for Maya to start moving but Maya reads her body well that without needing a word from her, rears her hips back. Carina sucks in a breath at feeling single inch by single inch of the thick cock being pulled out of her, crying out when Maya swiftly pounds it back into her. 

A thrill goes through her when she hears Maya groaning as she starts fucking her in earnest. Carina turns her face so that her cheek is now pressed onto the pillow, letting her hand fall back onto the mattress as she does so. She pushes her hips back with every forward thrust of Maya’s hips, eagerly meeting her wife in the middle.

She wants Maya to come and Carina knows that it's close when Maya starts to grind the dizzying fullness of her cock into her. It's a breathtaking move that has the head of the dildo dragging relentlessly against that right spot inside her, making her let out a keening whimper. 

Maya's hands are fastened to her hips, keeping her close as she ruts desperately against her ass. And Carina can't hold herself back any longer. The constant pounding of Maya’s cock is too good and she has been riding on the edge of her impending orgasm since the moment she rubbed her clit.  

A wretched groan is what drags itself out of her throat, a sound of agonizing relief at the orgasm that takes over her body. But Maya doesn't stop fucking her through it, merely slowing down to a pace that’ll get her to her own release. It's enough though, to push Carina towards another orgasm, and another, and another. 

Once Maya finally pulls to a stop, Carina feels herself sinking into the bed and feeling completely boneless. Her heart flutters when Maya drapes herself over her, reveling at the contact of Maya’s skin on hers as they both catch their breath together. 

Carina sighs when Maya pushes off her to get back up and starts to pull the dildo out of her. She whimpers mournfully at the devastating emptiness, already missing the exquisite breadth of Maya’s cock inside her. Carina fights the urge to ask Maya to push the toy back inside her, knowing that despite how good it will feel, she will very much regret it in the morning. Especially considering the long flight home. So instead, Carina flips over to lay on her back, sighing at the cool sheets against her warm skin.

“Are you okay?” she asks, looking over at Maya who has been quiet since pulling out and she sees that her eyes are closed. She huffs out a laugh when Maya keeps her eyes closed but still responds with a thumbs up. 

She turns to tuck her face into Maya’s neck, her hands under her chin as she breathes her in while Maya turns to drape her arm over her waist. Carina leans up and places a light kiss along Maya’s jawline, another on her chin before placing a final one on the top of her nose. Blue eyes slowly flutter open as her lips lightly graze Maya’s and her heart stops for a beat at seeing the light in her wife’s eyes. 

Maya’s hand is buried in her hair now, fingernails gently scraping over her scalp. “I love you,” she whispers. 

“I love you too,” Carina manages to reply just as Maya’s lips fall onto hers.

She brings her hands up to Maya’s face, brushing her thumbs over Maya’s cheeks. Carina sighs, savoring the languid cadence of her wife's lips moving with hers. 

“Hi there,” Maya utters upon pulling away, a gorgeously breathtaking smile appearing on her face.

“Hi,” she replies with another sigh, brushing her thumb tenderly over the edge of her wife’s smile.

Maya hums contentedly under her touch. “I know we need to get up and get cleaned and that we have some more packing left to do but…”

Carina tilts her head in question at Maya’s sudden hesitance. “But what, bambina?”

“Can we rest, just for a little while?” Maya asks her with a careful smile.

Her heart feels abruptly full at Maya’s request, filled with so much love and so much pride for how far her wife has come. She can easily recall a time when Maya wouldn't even think to ask for something like this. Carina swallows thickly as she brushes back a strand of Maya’s hair away from her face.

“Of course, my love,” she softly answers and she watches as Maya lets out a deep breath and closes her eyes. “Of course, we can rest for a little while.”

Carina takes in every inch of Maya’s face, a certain kind of peace settling on her features. She leans in to gently kiss her cheek and nuzzles it with her nose. 

“We can rest as much as you want.” 

---

She is going to miss seeing the skies here. 

Maya breathes out a quiet sigh of contentment as she looks out into the deep blue sea and smells the salty Bali air. And just like every morning this past week, she sees the local women with their daily offerings and lit incense sticks. 

“Oh,” she gasps softly in surprise when a pair of arms wrap around her waist. She looks over her shoulder to see Carina, a cute drowsy grin on her face. Her heart flutters at the sight of her, of the yellow rising sun reflecting in her brown eyes.  “Good morning, sleepy baby,” she whispers, pressing her lips to Carina’s cheek as she rests her chin on Maya’s shoulder. 

Carina hums, closing her eyes as she tightens her arms around her, pressing herself even closer. Her eyes slowly open again.

“Buongiorno cuore mio,” she replies, her voice thick and raspy with sleep. 

They quietly watch the sunrise.