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I took her face in both hands and kissed her.
It was nothing like kissing a man. Ana’s mouth was soft and slow, and she tasted of mint and sun cream, and she made a small surprised sound, then a hungry one. She leaned down over me and her braid fell across my chest. I tangled my fingers in it and pulled her closer.
“Say if you want me to stop,” she murmured.
“Don’t you dare.”
She pulled my top over my head and found my nipple with her mouth, circling it with her tongue, and I arched off the mat. Her hands pushed my leggings down, and she looked at what she’d uncovered, and the look alone nearly finished me.
“You’ve been thinking about this since Tuesday,” she said, lightly.
“Since the day I got here.”
She kissed down my stomach and settled between my legs with a practised, unhurried hum. Her tongue was slow, then firm, then flicking exactly on the place that made my toes curl. Two fingers slid inside me, curved, and found a spot that made me shout. I came hard with my hand over my mouth, my hips lifting off the floor and the whole deck rocking.
Then I rolled her over and returned the favour, pulling her shorts off, tasting her, taking my time. She came with one hand locked in my hair and the other clamped over her own mouth, shaking and laughing and swearing in Spanish.
We lay in a sweaty heap under the wooden roof.
“Same time tomorrow?” Ana asked.
I’d never been so punctual in my life.
Ending 5 of 16: Sun Salutation. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.