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Nadia wondered why both the box of Band-Aids and the antibacterial medicine were already opened when she finally peeked into the bag. She didn’t bother asking, though, because with Eva… the truth was often stranger than fiction.

Not in the mood. Nadia didn’t need weird stories with a side of confusion as they transitioned into the evening, where they shared take-out on the deck overlooking the sea before catching up on two of their favorite TV shows while cuddling on the couch. Nadia’s foot was already feeling much better, to the point that she suggested they cap off the night in the hot tub now that it was officially night outside.

“Do I have to wear clothes?” Eva called out to the deck while Nadia fired up the tub. The moment the bubbles blasted to life, she could barely hear her wife’s voice. “Nobody can see me out there, right?”

Nadia took stock of the deck. She was fairly certain that nobody, not even people driving along the Pacific Coast Highway and passing the hotel, could see them thanks to the half wall separating the back of the hot tub from the shrubbery below. Theirs also wasn’t the only second-floor suite, but both halves of the outdoor deck were sequestered on different sides of the hotel. Eva had sprung for the premier suite with the best ocean view, but she assured the other one had cost as much – with a great view of the forest carpeting most of Malibu’s real estate.

So, maybe nobody would see Eva when she came out in nothing but a bathrobe, but Nadia wasn’t nobody.

“Whenever you do that,” she began the moment Eva untied her robe and presented herself as fully nude to the world, “you make me feel weird for wearing any clothes.” Which was something, considering she wore the only bikini she brought with her. It had finished drying off in time for her to hop back in the hot tub.

Eva kicked off her hotel slippers and tested the temperature of the hot tub. It offered a grand view of what she didn’t even hide between her legs. “I’m a firm believer that every woman looks as good in her birthday suit as she does in her bathing suit.” Eva shook the water off her toes before plunging both legs into the water. Nadia, who still sat on the tiled mosaic with both feet dangling in the tub, couldn’t believe how easily Eva acclimated to any situation, any temperature. “You’re definitely one of those women who turns me on in anything she wears, let alone clothes that leave little to the imagination. But still some.”

Nadia peered down into the plunging cleavage she could hardly contain in a simple bikini top. If anyone made her feel good in her curvy, plus-sized body, it was Eva, but Nadia was still susceptible to being critical of her form. I’ve got those good “child-bearin’ hips” like my mother-in-law said when I got married. Nadia couldn’t contain her shudder as she thought about it like she couldn’t contain her breasts as they threatened to bulge out of her bikini top.

She did love this bathing suit, though. Cherry red like her childhood hair color. Comfortable on her wide hips. Stretchy as fuck.

“Are my tits sagging?”

Nadia looked up from her own breasts to find Eva analyzing her own. She gently smacked the bottom of one before testing it against the other. She looked like a monkey who had discovered her own physiology.

“What?”

Eva poked her nipple before leaning back against the edge of the hot tub with a sigh. “I’m getting’ old.”

“You wear a B-cup, and only because you’re so tall…”

“So? B-cups don’t sag?”

“What I’m saying is that if you’re already sagging, then there’s no freakin’ hope for me.” Nadia slid into the water, hoping the roaring bubbles would cover her cleavage and take all attention off her breasts. “Hope you like ‘em by the bellybutton, ‘cause that’s where they’ll be in ten years. Especially if I have even one kid at that time. Ugh. I’ve seen my mom naked. I know what I’m in store for.”

“Your mom’s cute.”

“You say that because I look a lot like her.” Nadia had her father’s hair and eyes, but her figure and every physical ailment she ever suffered was directly from her mother. In fact, Nadia could trace her face and body shape back to her great-great-grandmother, an Irish immigrant with thirteen kids and the hips to prove it. “You’ve never seen her naked.”

“I like your mom, but not that much.” Eva chuckled at her joke. “I’m sure she’s fine. Everyone gets cellulite and wrinkles and God knows what else. I’ve got lines on my butt as we speak. My butt! I don’t even have a butt!”

“Don’t have to tell me twice. You’re always so shocked when my big ass blocks the bathroom door.”

“I love your big ass and how it blocks the bathroom door when I want in.”

Nadia rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the smile on her face. “You’re so silly.”

“Would you have me any other way?”

“No. It was the first thing I found genuinely charming about you.”

“There’s lots about me that’s genuine!”

“I didn’t know that when we first started going out.” Nadia pulled her ponytail back, so it only rested on the deck tiles, not on her wet shoulders. “I assumed you were the epitome of the flirtatious heiress who love bombs a girl until you’re bored with her. I was a challenge, and as soon as you had me, that would be that.”

“Oh, God, she says seven years after we first hooked up.”

“Now I know you’re a genuine person. The ‘what you see is what you get’ type. How was I supposed to know back then?”

“Guess you didn’t. I came on pretty strong, though.”

“You used to come into the office and talk about bathing me in gemstones. Blood diamonds, for all I knew.”

“Now, now.” Eva wagged a finger at her wife. “All of our gemstones were as ethically sourced as possible when I came into the picture. Not that it matters now.” Eva sighed again, her shoulders sagging as her arms stretched across the edge of the hot tub and her nipples poked above the bubbles. “That’s all behind us. I’m unemployed now. Letting my graduate degree waste in the waters of my own muck.”

“Eva,” Nadia crisply said. “Don’t.”

“If you get to nag yourself about your body, then I get to harp on myself about my lack of direction in life.” Although Eva said that with her head back and face greeting the night sky, her animated hands did the emoting. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve got a sweet but spicy hot wife, and yeah, yeah, something about kids one day, but I don’t wanna be just a wife and… parent. Ugh. I can’t bring myself to say mom.”

“Eva.”

“I’ve gotta do something besides travel around and have hot sex with my wife once in a great blue moon.” Before Nadia could furrow her brows in consternation, Eva shot her a finger gun. “Worth the wait, every time.”

“You’re something else.”

Eva lifted her head. “You know me, babe. I like to be doing something. Feels like that pandemic slowed down my ambition. I loved all the extra time we got to spend together doing whatever we wanted those first few months, but…” Eva didn’t have to explain. Nadia had a front-row seat to the liquidation of the gemstone company and subsequently Eva’s financial place in the Warren family’s coffers. Henry and their mother had gone over every aspect of the family’s many subsidiaries to ensure they weathered the storm because, unlike other wealthy families they knew, the Warrens hadn’t been in a position to make billions more off of misery in a long time. Not since Eva’s father, Gerald, all but torpedoed the family’s finances with bad investments and gambling debt. Long before I came into the picture.

Henry had managed to turn everything around so things remained stable and the next one or two generations would be taken care of, but both he and his sister knew that it could turn into a house of cards at any moment. Eva had her own money and investments. Nadia had an allowance that came out of a separate trust. Monica had her own business that she hustled at to ensure her daughter’s future in case the Warren side of the equation went bust. Nadia still had her well-paying job and marrying into the Warren family had taught her a lot about “safe” investments and how trusts worked. If something tragic happens and it’s only my kids and me one day, I’ll know what to do.

Nadia understood where Eva’s worries came from, though. She was an active, go-getting woman. It was like her to take extended vacations when it pleased her, but not permanently. She liked to feel useful. She needed to feel like she contributed to her family.

They had discussed what Eva might like to do many times. She had plenty of “secret” meetings with her brother about how she could best help, outside of giving him her opinion about certain business opportunities. She was also well-aware that Isabella’s fool-proof plan was marrying her off to some other wealthy family that didn’t have these problems, like the Monroes. Something even Nadia could still barely fathom.

For one thing, you can’t “marry off” Eva to a man. She would end up in the news for creating a massacre.

“Is this coming up again because we’re talking about kids?” Nadia asked. “Kids that I’m carrying and birthing, assuming the plan goes the way we want?”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Because my place in the family isn’t questioned, regardless of what your mother harps on about. Even if I were a Warren by blood – which I’m not – I’ve got a respectable job outside of the house and I’m possibly throwing my body through the wringer for the ‘honorable propagation of the Warren line.’” Her voice deepened when she parroted the only thing Gerald had ever said to her. “We both know that all of this pressure comes from you and you only. I don’t care if you faff about for the rest of your life. Henry doesn’t care. Your parents will be dead one day, and they won’t care.” Hell, Gerald already didn’t care. He had become a veritable hermit at the Montana ranch that was his and Isabella’s permanent address. His wife was the one who traveled and attended the occasional social event, not him. “Who else could give a shit? Monica?” Nadia could barely say that without laughing. Monica had enough on her plate to care what her sister-in-law did!

“Maybe I want to be a good example for Abigail.”

Nadia stopped laughing. She hadn’t considered their niece.

“She reminds me a lot of myself.” Eva gave the thousand-yard stare to the air before her. “At that age, especially. I’ve got a lot of memories of me wanting to have fun and being curious about the world… but my mother… Jesus.” Eva wiped both of her wet hands down her face, leaving streams of hot tub water to drip off her chin. “Now she’s going to that cursed school even after I begged Henry and Monica to send her anywhere but Winchester Academy. I don’t know why they didn’t listen to me. Probably some kind of peace offering to my mother who is in love with that place, because she thought she was in good with Hyacinth herself.”

She referred to the elderly heiress Hyacinth Winchester, whose family founded the preparatory school famous for its high Ivy League acceptance rates and infamous for the sheer amount of abuse that occurred between students. Eva knew a thing or two about that. You’d never guess it knowing her now, but she was kicked around in high school. All the way down to some girl convincing her boyfriend and his friends to threaten Eva in one of the worst ways a young woman could endure.

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen to Abigail.” Nadia had to say that. She didn’t know what else might snap Eva out of it. “Anyway, her parents love her more than anything. If something’s going on, they’ll pull her out of there. I’m sure of it.”

“It’s not just the stupid school.” Eva’s hands splashed into the water as she attempted to calm herself down. “You know that girl likes me a lot.”

Nadia smiled. “She does. I dare say she gets way more excited by you than she does me.” The way Abigail’s face lit up when her Auntie Eva walked into the room was unmatched. It was one of the things that told Nadia that, despite Eva’s uncertainties, she would be a good parent, if not a greatone. Kids know when you suck. Nadia should be the one sweating…

“She’s going to be looking up to me for a long time. I already know I’m going to be influencing the way she goes through puberty, who and how she dates when she’s a teen, hell, maybe where she goes to college… that’s a lot on my shoulders. I don’t want her inadvertently getting the idea that she should become a capital-H Heiress because she sees her Auntie Eva jetting around, going to parties, fucking off, and acting like some bit-rate Alice Roosevelt.”

Nadia snorted.

“Okay, you laugh, but I was legit called ‘Alice’ by some of the scandal blogs because I refused to submit to my parents. I’m all for young ladies going to town with some healthy rejection of their parents’ ways, but only if it makes sense. Even if I’ve got kids I eventually get my act sorted out for, Abigail is here now. What if I’m accidentally sending the wrong message? What if she gets caught up in the heiress lifestyle and starts getting into drugs?”

“You were never like that, from what I understand.”

“Only because beneath my spectacular veneer I’m a straight-edged square whose biggest vice is crazy sex with women. Outside of getting drunk sometimes, I never really touched drugs or that kind of party lifestyle. I’ve had plenty of friends who did. The ones who cleaned up are still having their asses bitten.”

“Eva.” Nadia scooted closer to her wife, who opened her right arm to let a hug come sailing in. “You’re a great role model for Abigail. You are unrepentantly you. Even if she turns out to be a different woman from you, I think that will stick with her for the rest of her life. When I think back to my best female role models, it was always women who bucked the status quo in some way. Like my grandma. She got married and had kids like was ‘expected’ of her, let alone in an Irish-Catholic family, but she did it her own way. Mom says people at church and in the neighborhood used to give her shit for not dressing right, being too loud, and not deferring to her husband enough. Everyone knows, including my grandpa, that she was the dominant force in that family. And it was how they all liked it. My grandpa is even rumored to have once said that life would be boring if he had a ‘traditional’ wife. Even when I only knew her as an older woman in her retirement years, she was still cracking inappropriate jokes and pranking people at the senior center. Harmless shit, but I thought it was hilarious. This was the woman crocheting genitals and boobs to sell at Christmas bazaars. She used to say that she had seen both enough times for them to live in the 1990s equivalent of ‘rent-free in her mind.’” Nadia realized something about that. “I think she was saying she really liked sex. Why is this only now dawning on me?”

“Probably because you were a kid when you knew her. Innocence and shit.”

Nadia chuckled as she scooted closer into Eva’s embrace. “Think of all the things your niece will realize about you one day.”

A wet arm was soon ensconced around Nadia. “I’d rather not.”

“You’ll figure out your place in the world soon enough. Maybe the perfect opportunity simply hasn’t come around yet.”

“Yeah…” Eva finally relaxed beneath Nadia’s weight. “Why are you so understanding? It makes me nervous. The other shoe is gonna drop between us at some point.”

“You’re right. I’m playing the longest game with you. Ever since I decided to give dating you a shot, I’ve been biding my time until I go full narc on you. I’m thinking maybe…” Nadia sighed. “Around Christmas this year. Yeah, that sounds good. The charade will be up by then.”

Before Nadia had the chance to assure Eva she was joking, her wife tackled her with the pent-up emotions that had been building up from the moment they entered the hot tub. Nadia barely had enough time to register what was happening before her back was against the hot tub and her spirited – and naked – wife was straddling her like she had something important to say.

“I’m okay with that.” Eva nodded. “Yup. Totally okay with that.”

Nadia placed her hands on Eva’s hips, gently guiding them down. She was not one bit surprised when Eva began kissing her on the cheek and neck like this had been the plan all along. My hair is getting wet after all. It was inevitable, Nadia supposed. Whenever Eva went for the kill, something got messed up.

“This is the real you, you know!” Nadia’s words were peppered with the kind of excited squeaks and squeals of a woman who had not been entirely prepared but also was not opposed to such rough treatment. Her kisses are as wet as the water. Go figure! “Absolutely nuts!”

“Did you miss the part where I said my biggest thing is crazy sex with hot women?” Eva said before resuming her famished kisses that were liable to end with yet another hickey Nadia would have to cover up with makeup and a careful application of scarves. “Come on. Why else am I naked in a hot tub?”

“I knew it!” Nadia slammed her arms on the edge of the hot tub while Eva likewise slammed kisses onto her wife’s wet skin. “This was your plan the whole time!”

Eva paused her relentless attempt at lovemaking long enough to roll her eyes toward the moon. “It’s always my plan, Nads. I need your body like I need air.”

“Guess that means you’re not getting under the water and eating me out, then.”

“You jest, but…” Slowly, Eva pulled herself away from her wife and gestured her knee toward the bench in the far corner of the tub. Specifically, the one backed against the large, leafy plants and half-wall. “If you move up a few inches, we can make this fantasy come true.”

“No.” Nadia stabbed her finger right into Eva’s rib cage. “Absolutely not. We are not having sex in a hot tub, let alone out here where anyone with a goddamned drone can find us.”

If Eva rolled her eyes any harder, she’d go cross-eyed. “Even if some numb nuts got such mind-blowingly hot footage, you know I’d wipe them off the face of the earth. Also, nobody would give a fuck.”

“Did you forget I’ve got a job where people already perv on me? People like you?”

The salaciously smarmy smile on Eva’s face was exactly what Nadia was after, although she’d never admit it. “I’ll stand behind you at your desk all day and give them the possessive death glare you’re always saying I’m so good at.”

“We might have kids one day, Eva. You want them finding that shit?”

“Dare I remind you how much paparazzi footage there already is of me doing God knows what with women who aren’t my children’s mother?”

“That doesn’t make it better!”

“Naaadia.” With a hooked finger, Eva lured her wife across the hot tub. “Nobody’s going to see a damn thing. It’s our dirty secret. You think we’re getting out of Malibu without me remembering what your pussy tastes like?”

“Only you can say those kinds of things and not send me to my grave!”

“I’m the one you’ve been waiting for, babe.” Eva stood up straight in the middle of the hot tub, her naked body towering over Nadia as she pushed herself onto the nearest bench surrounded by foliage. “When you were younger, you used to dream of women like me throwing you into the hottest situations we could fathom. Don’t deny it.”

Nadia didn’t realize her legs were wide open until her wife started eyeing those spread thighs. When she snapped them shut, she said, “You still can’t breathe underwater. You’re not that good.”

“Last I checked, the ground is plenty stable enough for your sexy ass.”

Nadia wasn’t at eye level with her wife’s crotch. She wasn’t even at eye level with Eva’s thighs. You’re kidding. That’s what she wanted to say as she thought, for one fleeting moment, that Eva was about to thrust her hips forward and ride Nadia’s face. That would be a twist. One Nadia might be on board with if it guaranteed that some wayward perv of a drone wouldn’t catch her face on video. Talk about being a role model, Eva. Maybe to someone who did have a lot of closeted fantasies like Nadia…

“You’re terrible.” Nadia lured her wife down into the water again, their lips on the brink of meeting. “The absolute worst influence on me.”

Eva’s tongue appeared in Nadia’s mouth, hotter and heavier than usual. She must really want it! Sheesh! If Nadia weren’t in the mood, she would have already shut this down. She knew the magic words that even got through to Eva’s kinky ego.

“You’re the only one I want to be a terrible influence on,” Eva whispered.

That was the kind of heat that made Nadia melt. Not the boiling temperature of the hot tub. Not the tender-yet-aggressive way Eva touched her. Nor was it the spicy thoughts Eva put in her wife’s head when she got hot and heavy. No, Eva’s seductive charm came from her words, always accompanied by a minute growl that tore Nadia apart.

It was how Eva seduced her the first time they made furious love in a mountain top cabin. And it was how she got through to her wife now when Nadia was only capable of kissing Eva with the kind of fury that so rarely overcame her when she was outside.

Yet she would be a giant hypocrite if she said they never had sex in places they might get caught. Shit, didn’t she let this she-demon finger her in a poolside cabana in Hawaii?

Who, me? Nah, never!

Nadia was the first to admit, however, that things had been slower between them since long before getting married. Eva was patient. She agreed that she liked the idea of quality over quantity, even if it meant they sometimes went whole months without sex the way they defined it. We’re always intimate, though. Kissing, cuddling, and random, stolen caresses were how they defined their physical love language in everyday life. Yet when things popped off between them? Nadia, like Eva, always wanted to take advantage of it.

To the fullest.

Giving in like this was the plan all along. From a serious discussion about their future and Eva’s anxiety to making love in a Malibu hot tub. To be fair, that sounded about right. Whereas Nadia was all chill, Eva was no chill. That included pressing her wife against the edge of the hot tub and kissing her like this was her last chance for the rest of the year. As if theirs was a long-distance love affair that required moving Heaven and Earth for them to steal these moments every few months.

It was easy to believe since Eva was such a great kisser, but there was something she was even better at.

“You really know how to woo a girl…” Nadia knew she wasn’t loud enough for her wife to hear over the roar of the bubbles and the pounding of their collective hearts. Not that there was any getting through to Eva when she was only listening for the kind of negative word that would put an instant stop to this. She knows how to read me, anyway. There were times when Nadia attempted to push through lovemaking when she wasn’t really in the mood, but Eva always caught on, and it was never a big deal for them to resume some other time.

Often, Nadia wondered when she would wake up from this dream: the life, the woman, the marriage… none of it ever seemed real.

“Oh!” Yet that was as good as a pinch to the skin. Yes, that! Eva wanted in, and she wasn’t letting water or thick thighs get in the way as her fingers searched for the meaning of life between her wife’s legs.

Wasn’t it something, how good it quickly felt?

Yet the strangest thing wasn’t that Nadia was already having a good time. If anything, she almost felt like she enjoyed an out-of-body experience, the real her hovering above the hot tub and snickering at how silly such a sight was below her. Didn’t Eva look like a naked sorority girl on Spring Break? Didn’t Nadia look like she was on vacation, and this was the first idiot she picked up at the bar? That would be something. They so rarely roleplayed. Maybe that was on the docket when they got back home. Eva would be amused.

What Nadia truly enjoyed the most was knowing how much Eva still wanted her.

Anything could happen at any time. They might drift apart. A terrible accident might occur. Nadia might wake up one day and realize that she had been living a terrible lie, or Eva might meet someone else who ended up breaking Nadia’s heart instead. I don’t want to believe it’s possible, but… It was that out-of-body experience doing it to her.

Right now? Along the shores of Malibu? Eva wanted her, and that was all that mattered.

“You’re a hurricane!” Nadia exclaimed. Her hands slapped against the wet tiles lining the hot tub. When her fingers slipped against the slick material, she fell backward, sputtering in laughter as Eva came out of her haze and realized things had taken a weird turn.

“One that blows your house down, apparently.” Eva helped her wife sit back up, both of them laughing. “Here I thought we were having a great time.”

“We were.” Nadia looped her arms around Eva, who didn’t hesitate to play with the string of her wife’s bikini top. “I don’t think you know how much fun I was having. You feel completely different in there with all this hot water around.”

“Do I?” Nadia slowly disentangled herself from the woman who couldn’t stop touching her. The warm evening air felt chilly against her skin as she pulled herself out of the hot tub, sitting on the edge with only her feet dangling in the hot water. “I wouldn’t know.”

Eva parted the water with her hips as she stepped between Nadia’s opening thighs again. “You feel like every sweet thing in the world when you let me worship you like a queen.”

“Must you be so corny?” Nadia’s fingers curled into the tub, her arms straight and shoulders lifted as Eva kissed her on the chest. I’m not a total square. You’ll see. She remained stalwart in that desire when Eva untied the bikini and tossed it aside before Nadia had the chance to stop her. Although the warm air and hot water did little to alert her bare skin that it was exposed, Nadia knew. She had two working eyes.

“Honestly,” Eva interrupted herself with a kiss to Nadia’s cheek, her deft hands making short work of the bikini bottoms almost refusing to come down her wife’s thighs, “I’m prattling. I barely know what I’m saying right now because all I can think about is burying my whole face in you.”

Nadia’s toes poked out of the water as she pretended to get comfortable. In truth, nothing about the tiled deck or the foliage tickling her shoulders was comfy, but she was so overcome by the idea of fooling around out here like two silly lovers that she convinced herself she didn’t care. Do you like what you see, Eva? Nadia dared to open her legs as wide as the tub allowed. Nothing was sacred before the woman who kissed her like exploding dynamite.

Can think of somewhere else you can kiss like that.

So could Eva, who needed no verbal instruction. She grabbed Nadia, clawing her hips and sucking any part of her that was receptive to the machinations of sexual desire. Nadia’s knees shook, but not out of nerves or discomfort. They were excited to be a part of the action, and she was terrible at controlling her movements when inspired. That was how she knew she was ready to go.

Eva doubtlessly knew the same thing. Wasn’t that why she kissed away the water from her wife’s stomach and dove between her thighs as if she thought this moment might pass before either of them knew it?

Heavenly Mother we’ve worshipped on high! Nadia slammed her eyes shut and threw all of her weight back on her hands. She wanted to experience the moment as if there would never be another one like it. There won’t be. Not even if they came back to this hotel one year from now and recreated it act for act. How could it be different? The air wouldn’t be the same. The sky might be cloudier. They would be different enough people in another year that hot tub sex meant something completely separate from what they felt now. Eva had something to prove – even if she didn’t do something to change the world, she could at least change Nadia’s life, and that was enough. Nadia? She didn’t like to admit it, but she also stood at a new crossroads in her life. The changing of the guard was almost complete in her new family. After years of Isabella’s influence and direct meddling, Nadia had a feeling it was all about to change. She didn’t know how, where, or why, but soon she’d be free to live whatever kind of life she dared with her wife.

That change might happen in the next year. Making love in the open air on a private deck would mean something different.

So, this was it. There would never be another moment exactly like this.

With her top off and her hair pulled behind her, Nadia was blissfully exposed to the night. The only thing tethering her to Earth was the way Eva clutched her hips as she made love to her, her tongue well-acquainted with her wife to the point that it was only a matter of time before she hit a homerun and sent Nadia into a stratosphere of their own creation.

Sometimes I forget how good she is at this… Eva never missed an opportunity to show off her skills to the woman to whom she pledged her monogamous life.

Really, wasn’t it a crime that Nadia didn’t take more advantage of this? Wasn’t it crazy how Eva needed an invitation every time she wanted to treat her wife like a star?

I am the freest woman in Malibu right now… Nadia had two choices. She could either stretch her legs open like she they were now, or she could wrap them around her wife and lay claim to the talents that rocked the world. Be possessive or be bold.

Nadia chose bold, and she was not shy about freeing her voice in the hopes that it might inspire the future her to do this again.

Eva’s tongue took her to that place.

In the end, Nadia was never big on making a lot of noise. She couldn’t even hear herself over the bubbling water or the ocean waves in the distance. All she heard was the pleasure as it exploded in her head like a cataclysmic bang! Knocking between one ear and then the other.

Eva came up for air at the exact moment Nadia needed a break as well. She leaned back, tilting her head until she gazed upon the sky in the far distance, counting the stars as they gradually came out to play.

“That was the good shit.” Eva hoisted herself up against the edge of the tub, likewise enjoying the darkened sky above them. As if on cue, the timer on the hot tub ran out, sending them into a different kind of silence. Nadia casually thought about getting up and turning it back on, but that required sending energy to her legs, and they were happy where they were – even if Eva had to gently push those thighs closed so she had some room to breathe. “Let’s go in the bedroom and continue.”

Nadia laughed. “Can I have a few minutes rest, please?”

“Yes, your majesty. Anything for you, your majesty.”

She rolled her eyes. “I just had an orgasm. I know you couldn’t hear it…”

“Trust me, I felt it.” Eva slapped water against her cheeks. “All over my beautiful face. As God intended.”

“Anyway, gonna be a hot minute before we go inside. I’m quite content right here.”

Eva turned herself around, elbows on the ground as she caught her breath. Even with her feet flat on the bottom of the hot tub, she still came up to Nadia’s shoulders, close enough for her wife to touch with delicate fingers.

“Dare I ask what you’re thinking about right now?” Nadia asked.

Eva shrugged. “Your pussy.”

“Of course you are.”

Water splashed against her closing legs. “How it feels against my mouth. How it tastes. How much I love to put all matter of things inside of it.”

“Do you, now?”

“Nothing better than plowing you like a field, my precious.”

Nadia picked up a handful of water and dumped it on top of Eva’s head. “I’d say that’ll cool you off like a cold shower, but it’s not icy enough.”

“There isn’t a shower in this world cold enough to stop me from thinking about your sweet pussy.” Eva craned her head back, batting her eyelashes at her wife. “Or any matter of things I can fuck her with.”

“Mmhmm.” Nadia pulled her ponytail over her wet shoulder, threading her fingers through strands that curled on a whim. “At least you call it a her. She appreciates your acknowledgment.”

“Do you wanna know what I could put in her right now?”

Nadia finally capitulated to meeting her wife’s lecherous gaze a few inches below her. “Dare I ask what you packed in your overnight bag this time?”

“Only the best strap-on for my queen. Assuming she wants some hot silicon action.”

“Pink or purple?”

“The pink one’s your favorite. We only travel with your favorite.”

“Yesss.”

“Is that a yes of approval? Am I going to be harness deep inside of you sometime in the next half hour?”

Nadia flicked some water off Eva’s nose. “Who said it was gonna be in me?”

“Do not threaten me with a good time that’s not happening.”

“I’m feeling pretty frisky, Eva, but I’m also kinda lazy. Maybe I’ll lie down, and you can ride my face or ride my dick.”

“Ugh.” Eva’s half-hearted disgust shook the calming waters. “I gave your pussy the honor of a feminine pronoun, and you go and call a perfectly innocent sex toy a dick. Where’s the justice? You know I don’t fuck dicks.”

“What do you fuck, Eva?” Nadia drew her feet out of the water. “Besides hot women?”

“Just hot women, really.”

“Tell you what.” As her chin dragged along the top of Eva’s head, Nadia planted a kiss on her brow and waited for her breasts to settle on her wife’s right shoulder. “I’ll make it up to you by fucking you from behind. When’s the last time we did that, huh? Gotta be two years.”

Eva dramatically bent backward, her whole torso on the ground as her knees broke the surface of the water. “I guess.”

The more Nadia thought about it, the more she liked the idea. “Sometimes you’ve gotta be put in your place, Eva. What better way than sex?”

“Only because you’re the only one allowed to fuck me from behind and call me your bitch.”

Now who’s threatening who with a good time? “You’re telling me there’s not one other woman out there who gets the honor of seeing the back of your head while fucking you? Or hearing you squeal like you do when you’re coming on the other end of a strap-on?”

It took a lot to make Eva blush, but when she did, it was one of the most satisfying moments of Nadia’s life. “Maybe one.” She sat up, water dripping from her whole torso. “Maybe we’ll meet her soon, and you can watch.”

Nadia frowned. “Don’t blow this for yourself, Eva. I’m offering to slam these hips against your ass.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eva winked at her as they got out of the tub. “Love to see you try.”

She knew how to rile Nadia up!