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I kissed her. The sun was a thin red line on the horizon and the rock was warm under my knees, and Ana’s mouth opened under mine at once.
She kissed like she did yoga, unhurried and full of intention. Her braid wrapped round my wrist. Her hand slid under my sarong, up my thigh, and found my bare skin underneath, and she smiled against my lips when she discovered I’d gone without knickers.
“Sophie,” she murmured. “You are a very naughty woman.”
“I’m a divorcee. It’s practically a qualification.”
She laid me back on the flat rock. The stone was still hot from the day. Her mouth went to my neck, then my breasts, pulling my bikini top down, while the sea slapped the base of the rocks and the last gulls went home. Then her fingers, two, then three, sliding into me slow and deep while her thumb rolled over my clit, and I clawed at the rock and moaned out across the water with nobody to hear.
“Louder,” she whispered. “The sea is listening.”
I came with a shout. The orgasm rolled through me like a wave breaking over a reef, and she kept moving her hand, drawing it out until I was weeping and laughing together.
Then I pushed her onto her back, and tugged her leggings off, and took my time. She tasted of salt and lime. She came on my tongue against the last red of the day, her long brown legs shaking and her hands buried in my hair.
We watched the stars come out.
“Tomorrow, sunrise?” she said.
“I’ll bring coffee.”
Ending 13 of 16: Golden Hour. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.