Page 26 of Her Desire (Pulse Medical #3)

ONE YEAR LATER

T he Bora Bora lagoon shimmered just beyond the open bungalow doors, a dreamy sweep of turquoise that looked almost too real to be true.

The bungalow itself was ridiculous. It had a glass floor in the center so they could watch fish swim under the bed.

There was a plunge pool. An outdoor shower.

A view of Mount Otemanu rising in the background.

The air smelled like salt and plumeria and the sun was just about to go down.

Inside, under the ceiling fan turning lazily overhead, was Gianna, half tangled in linen sheets. Her skin was golden. Her hair was a mess. And she was laughing, soft and breathless, as Holly pressed one slow kiss to her bare shoulder.

“I can’t believe it took getting married for us to finally book that vacation away,” Holly muttered, standing up.

She crossed the room to the small fridge and poured them each a glass of cold water.

Just like Gianna, Holly was naked—had been for the last four hours, ever since they arrived.

Like real honeymooners, they’d barely dropped their bags on the floor before they ripped each other’s clothes off.

The first time was hot and heavy and surprisingly quick after their long flight, like they couldn’t touch each other fast enough.

The second time was slower, teasing, savoring every inch of each other.

And honestly, Holly was already feeling the heat building up in her lower belly.

Just looking at Gianna like that, sheet fallen below her breast, those nipples taut and swollen from all the biting and nipping, her clit began to throb.

But first, she placed the two glasses of ice water down on the wooden side table and sat down beside Gianna on the bed.

“We’ve been talking about it for ages. I’m surprised we’re even here,” Holly added.

“I know,” Gianna said, running the tip of her finger along the inside of Holly’s bare thigh. A touch that made her visibly shudder. “And I was thinking that maybe we should just stay here forever. In this bungalow. Just the two of us.”

Holly laughed and then nearly swallowed her tongue when Gianna swept her fingers over the crease of Holly’s hip and skimmed them up to her ribcage.

It was a tease. A very delicious tease that would no doubt lead to sex, because frankly, if Holly had a say in it, everything they were going to do over the next few days would ultimately lead to sex.

She was obsessed with Gianna’s body, with the way she tasted.

She just couldn’t get enough of her.

Some days, Holly still couldn’t believe how quickly the last year had gone.

Gianna had proposed on the cliffs overlooking the ocean at Torrey Pines.

She hadn’t expected it, hadn’t seen the small box tucked in Gianna’s pocket until she was down on one knee.

And then their wedding was an intimate ceremony with their closest friends and family on a private beach just south of La Jolla.

Since then, everything had fallen into place.

Gianna had been promoted to head of pediatrics at Oakridge Hospital and Holly couldn’t be prouder.

They’d moved into Gianna’s house and were renting out Holly’s to her cousin Clara and Greg, who were pregnant again—an accident for sure—and needed a bigger space now that they were a family of four.

And the California Lilacs were thriving.

Even Magda and Roger—her father had taken the news of her sexuality very well—started visiting more often.

“You know,” Gianna said, smoothing her palm over Holly’s tit, moving from one to the other before she clasped a nipple between her forefinger and middle finger.

She squeezed gently and the sensation pulled a low, growly kind of moan right out of Holly’s throat.

“I could spend forever just touching you like this.”

“I’m not stopping you,” Holly said breathlessly.

Her clit wasn’t just throbbing, it was on the verge of exploding.

This was why she didn’t wait even a second before she moved, shifting her body over Gianna’s until she was straddling her, her knees pressed into the sheets on either side of Gianna’s hips.

“Good,” Gianna replied, smiling. Her hands came to rest on Holly’s waist, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of her hips.

She looked ready to pull Holly flush against her, but Holly was already rocking her hips against Gianna’s, relishing in the feeling of her wet sex against the soft silky skin of Gianna’s lower stomach.

She could probably go on like this for a few minutes, no fingers needed, until an orgasm swept through her.

But she had another idea in mind.

“You know,” Holly muttered, her hands fanning beneath Gianna’s tits. “We did bring the strap-on with us. Shall we use it? It’s been a while?”

The thought of pushing into Gianna, of making her moan, of making her come… it was enough for Holly to push the suggestion, though she knew Gianna wouldn’t say no. After all, they’d ordered it online together. A little something extra to spice up their already spiced-up sex life.

“I will never say no to that,” Gianna replied. “But only if I can use it on you.”

Holly shook her head. “No,” she smiled, climbing off Gianna, briefly catching a glimpse of the wetness on Gianna’s stomach. “My suggestion means I go first.”

Gianna laughed and propped up onto her elbows while Holly dashed across the room to her suitcase.

Packed in a box in the bottom was a nondescript cardboard box.

She took it out and flicked open the lid.

Inside was a purple nylon harness and a matching purple dildo.

It wasn’t massive. But it wasn’t small either and the smooth surface made it seem less like a dick and more like a toy. Exactly how Holly liked it.

She turned to face Gianna, who was watching her with her bottom lip caught in her teeth, her tits full and no doubt hard.

Quickly, Holly fit the dildo’s circular base into the O-ring before she stepped through the leg straps.

The only regret Holly had was not purchasing the extra vibrating toy that would sit against her own clit and pleasure her while she pleasured Gianna.

But that didn’t really matter right now. She’d get her turn soon enough.

“You ready?” Holly asked, walking toward her, aware of the extra appendage bouncing between her legs. She didn’t think too much about it. Not when her entire thoughts were taken by Gianna letting her thighs fall apart until Holly could see her gorgeous, wet pussy.

“You better get here right now, Doctor Holly Lucas,” Gianna muttered, looking every bit as hot as Holly felt. “I need you inside of me right this moment.”

But then all of a sudden, Holly paused. She needed lube and there was a small tube of it at the bottom of the box.

“Leave the lube,” Gianna said quickly, reading her mind.

“I’m wet enough. Just get your ass over here.

” She opened her legs further and Holly didn’t wait.

But she didn’t fuck her either. Not yet.

Not before she climbed on top of Gianna, positioning the dildo just out of the way, and bent down to kiss her sternum.

And definitely not before she slipped her hand between Gianna’s thighs, her fingers feeling her wet folds.

Gianna was right. She didn’t need lube. She was fucking soaked.

“You really know how to make a person hot and bothered, don’t you,” Gianna muttered, her one hand reaching for the dildo.

She smoothed her fingers over the purple surface and positioned the head of it right at her entrance.

“Fuck me now, wife. Or I’ll take that strap off you and you can lie down on the bed. ”

Holly laughed and leaned down to kiss her mouth, and as she did, she slid the dildo into Gianna.

The feeling was everything she had expected even though she couldn’t physically feel the inside of Gianna’s pussy.

She didn’t need to. She just had to watch as the smooth surface slipped in and out of her, and that was enough to make Holly both hot and cold, both keenly alert and deliriously aroused.

Gianna moaned and arched her back and Holly leaned forward, bracing herself on her forearms. She thrusted her hips slowly at first, moving in and out.

But before she knew it, Gianna was speeding things up, bucking her hips against hers.

Her hands were on Holly’s hips, then her lower back, then her ass, doing everything she could to pull her closer and closer, deeper and deeper.

And Holly complied. She was loving this just as much as Gianna was.

Loving the moans escaping Gianna’s throat, loving how her body was tightening and loosening, loving how she was responding to the pressure.

And Holly wanted to give her more. So, she straightened up into half-kneeling and hooked Gianna’s legs around her waist while she kept the dildo deep in Gianna.

She then palmed Gianna’s tits, adding in a whole new feeling.

The position was kind of awkward and Holly’s butt was near cramping, but it was all worth it.

“Faster,” Gianna moaned, digging her fingers into the sheets. “Harder.”

Once again, Holly complied. She rolled her hips and pumped the dildo faster and faster until beads of sweat formed on her chest and she was breathlessly exhausted.

And then out of nowhere, Gianna’s legs clenched around Holly’s body. “Fuck!” she yelled. “Stop.”

But Holly didn’t. She kept moving, kept thrusting, and only when a string of swear words fell out of Gianna’s mouth, did Holly move sideways, pulling the dildo out of her. She knew she wanted more.

“How was that?” she asked, unbuckling the harness before she dropped it and the wet dildo to the floor. “Worth the purchase?”

Gianna, who was still shaking slightly, her hair matted to her forehead, legs splayed open, exhaled hard. “You have no idea.”

Holly laughed. “Good,” she said, settling against her. “Because we have another four days on this island and by the end of it, I want this dildo to have a kink in it.”

Gianna slipped her arm over Holly’s chest and kissed her forehead. “I’ve never loved you more than I do right now.” Then she rolled on top of Holly, her body hot and comforting against hers. “It’s your turn.”