Can't Get Enough (20 page)

A fresh ripple of electricity tore through her and Anna’s fingers kept filling her and Violet’s mouth was everywhere and then there was the first wave, tentative but already transforming into something much stronger, something so irresistible she had to catch her breath again and again.

“Oh fuck,” she said and repeated it. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Her blood sparkled and her limbs tingled and her pussy blasted juices over Anna’s fingers. Drained, Roz relaxed her muscles and let the softness of the mattress envelop her. And this was only round one, she thought.

As she lay there spent, Roz watched Violet get up from the bed and rummage through a suitcase. She produced a shiny purple dildo and a black leather harness.

“Meet Lily,” Violet said lovingly, “who outlasts all my relationships.” She grinned and ducked back down to grab a bottle of lube. “I take her with me wherever I go.”

Roz instinctively grabbed Lily and the sight of the toy filled her with a fresh burst of energy. She vowed Violet wouldn’t forget her last night in Phuket easily.

“Allow me,” Roz said and let the supple leather of the harness slide between her fingers. She caught the twinkle in Anna’s eye and was forced to face the real dilemma of the night: who to fuck with it first?

Violet tightened the straps around Roz’ buttocks with soft hands and Roz suddenly felt very powerful. Anna was already nibbling on her ear, her breath hot and her words quiet and dirty.

“Fuck me, babe,” she hissed and put her hand between her legs. “No need for that lube. I’m so wet for you.” Anna grabbed Roz’ hand and guided it to her slithering pussy. Meanwhile Violet pressed her hot body against Roz’ back, her nipples rock hard and her lips trailing a moist path along the back of her neck. Roz had been having the fantasy ever since the notion of a threesome had started budding. She was going to fuck them both at the same time.

Roz kissed Anna and lowered her onto the bed. She turned around and looked straight into Violet’s face. “Come here,” she said and curled her fingers around Violet’s wrist. “I need you in front of me.” Roz slipped her tongue briefly into Violet’s mouth, still smelling her own juices on her lips. She gently coaxed her down and positioned her next to Anna. The pair of them laid out in front of her, ready for the taking, their skin touching and their legs spread wide, made Roz’ head spin. This honeymoon was already a dream come true, but this night topped every expectation she could ever have had.

Roz felt in control now. In her mind and in that moment, whoever carried the goods was in charge. She was about to encourage Anna and Violet to kiss but they’d already found each other’s lips, their heads turning towards each other and their hands drifting across each other’s bodies. Roz’ clit throbbed beneath the leather of the harness, but it was her turn to give. She crouched down and let her hands snake up the two women’s thighs—left for Anna and right for Violet. The strap-on dangled between her legs, powerful and full of promise. Both Anna’s and Violet’s breath quickened as Roz’ fingers inched closer to their pussies.

Still on her knees, Roz manoeuvred forward to give her fingers better access. Simultaneously, she slipped one finger into both women’s heat, causing a fresh wave of juice to gulp out of her, smothering the harness. If finger-fucking one woman was already so mind-blowing, doing it to two at the same time was spectacular. Lily swung between Roz’ legs as she increased the intensity of her movements. Anna was right, not a whole lot of lube would be required. Just to be on the safe side, Roz slowly retracted her fingers and grabbed the bottle from behind her. She applied the lube generously until the purple of the toy glistened just as much as what it was about to enter.

Violet and Anna played frantically with each other’s nipples, their mouths unwilling to break contact. Roz repositioned herself between Anna’s legs and slowly trailed the tip of the dildo along her wife’s pussy. Despite its respectable girth, the toy slid in easily and a short gasp escaped Anna as Roz inched it in farther. Anna, visibly too wrapped up in her own pleasure, stopped kissing Violet and threw her head back on the pillow. Her breasts bounced up and down to the rhythm of Roz’ movements and Roz could have come there and then, just by thrusting her clit into the soft leather of the harness every time she buried the dildo deeper into Anna.

Violet’s hands crept towards her clit and she started touching herself. She spread her pussy lips wide with one hand and rubbed the index finger of the other over her clit.

“Don’t come,” Roz groaned at her, “you’re next.” She treated Anna to a few more strokes and pulled out.

“Touch yourself, babe,” Roz said to Anna, “I’ll be right back.” She shuffled towards the opening of Violet’s spread legs and shot her a cocky grin.

“Your turn.” Roz repeated the actions she had earlier performed on Anna. She started slowly, but gradually amped up the pace until the dildo disappeared into Violet’s pussy in a steady back-and-forth rhythm.

 “Kiss me,” Violet moaned and yanked at Anna’s hand. Roz caught Anna’s hungry gaze and it shot an electric pang of desire straight up her spine. Her clit was rock hard and the constant feed of tantalising live images in front of her wasn’t helping. Anna cupped Violet’s breasts and let them slam against her palms as she flicked her tongue in and out of her mouth and nibbled on her lips. Anna’s mouth stifled Violet’s high-pitched groans only up to a certain point. Roz didn’t want Violet to come yet—she wanted to drive her crazy first. She pulled out and locked eyes with Anna who fell on her back and spread wide. The wet pink of her pussy glistened and Roz didn’t bother with penetrating slowly this time. She dug in deep, burying the dildo into Anna’s pussy until she cried out with pleasure.

“Oh yes,” she started moaning and Roz judged it too cruel to pull out again. It was Anna’s first release of the night and there should be plenty more to come. Roz bent forward, over her wife’s trembling body, her knees digging deep into the mattress to support the feverish rhythm of her thrusts. She tried to find Anna’s eyes but her head was thrown back again, little currents of sweat trickling down her long neck.

“Oh god,” Anna continued and dug her nails into the sheet. She thrust her pelvis upwards to receive as much as possible from the dildo and Roz couldn’t suppress a gasp when she noticed a copper-skinned hand sneak towards her wife’s clit.

“Let’s make it one she never forgets,” Violet said and pushed Roz’ body upwards so she could get her head—and tongue—close enough to Anna’s clit.

Roz watched Violet’s tongue slip back and forth over Anna’s clit while she drove the dildo into her pussy. Roz felt her own climax build but she had to focus on her wife first. Anna’s hands tore feverishly at Violet’s long black hair, pushing her mouth onto her clit. A long loud groan announced the arrival of Anna’s orgasm. It beamed through the room and made the hair on Roz’ neck stand up. Violet licked her lips when she lifted up her head and shot Roz a triumphant smile. Roz pulled out and slipped her body next to Anna’s so she could kiss her. Anna lay there as if in a trance, her eyes screwed shut and her body still trembling. Roz planted a gentle kiss on her forehead and felt her own juices seep down between her legs.

“My turn, I believe,” Violet said while tapping Roz on the shoulder. “No need to get up.” Violet straddled Roz and pushed her down by the shoulders. She lowered herself onto the dildo and started bopping up and down. After the first few thrusts Roz knew she wouldn’t be able to stop it this time. The leather, moisturised by her own juices, rubbed against her clit every time Violet pressed down. Anna still lay recovering next to her, her hot skin rubbing against Roz’ arms every time she moved to meet Violet.

Violet stretched herself out over Roz’s body and Roz grabbed her heaving breasts, her thumbs stroking the erect nipples. As if she was manipulating her own clit, Roz intensified the movement of her thumb over Violet’s nipple the more aroused she got, which seemed to spur on Violet’s excitement as well. Violet’s mouth opened wider and wider as her moans got louder and soon Roz was mixing in her own yelps of pleasure.

She searched for Anna’s hand next to her and found it just in time to squeeze it as she came, shuddering and panting under Violet and the harness. Violet’s eyes were reduced to slits while she rode herself to ecstasy. Roz, wiped out by the succession of orgasms and the strapping on, still had a few thrusts inside of her and swayed her hips to the beat of Violet’s body. Roz needed her to come quickly because her clit had become ultra-sensitive and was getting desperate for some fresh air. It didn’t take long before Violet sighed her own prolonged sigh of relief, shivering on top of Roz.

“Blimey,” Violet said as she dismounted. “Lily never lets me down.” Roz couldn’t wait to get out of the harness and Violet helped her undo the leather straps. “The woman wielding it was not so bad either,” she whispered in Roz’ ear as she lovingly put Lily to the side. “How’s the wife?”

“Still catching her breath,” Anna said. “That was so damn hot.”

“We may need to cool off in the pool,” Violet remarked. “I’m flying back to London tomorrow and god knows when I’ll get to skinny-dip again.”

“Something tells me it won’t be that long,” Roz said, wondering about this mysterious woman and the lifestyle she led at home.

“If you’re ever in New York…” Anna said, a lazy grin plastered across her face.

“Time for some more night swimming, ladies.” Violet, looking surprisingly energetic after the orgasm she just had, hopped off the bed and raced down the stairs.

Roz’ legs trembled when she tried to get up, but then again, she had the largest climax count of the night so far.
 

“Are you all right, babe?” Anna asked.

Roz grabbed her wife’s hand—it smelled of sex and pussy—and planted a firm kiss on her palm. “I love you.” They descended the stairs together and found Violet with her hands in her hair, her magnificent chest pushed forward, while she showered under the cascading water fountain in the corner of the pool. “The night’s not over yet.”

Head first and unrestrained by clothing this time, Roz dived into the pool. The water flowed sensually around her skin. She swam towards the thrilling image of Violet’s naked breasts, water spilling over her pert nipples. Maybe it was anatomically impossible, but Roz felt her pussy lips throb again. It was clearly a case of mind over matter. Roz cradled Violet’s breasts with both her hands and pushed them together, letting her tongue travel between the brown buds of her nipples.

“Save some for me,” Anna said behind her back and soon they were each feasting on one of Violet’s breasts, sucking and fondling them as if they were the world’s greatest treasure. Violet leaned backwards until her body found the support of the fountain wall and she stood there, like some Asian Goddess descended from the heavens, sent especially to make their honeymoon a trip worth remembering forever.

The water rained down Roz’ back in a soothing stream, washing her clean of the earlier produced juices and firing her up for the next round. Anna kissed Violet against the wall and her hands trailed lower and lower. Roz could see her wife’s fingers approach the pitch black mound of Violet’s pubes and, rather than any kind of jealousy, it sent wave after wave of raw lust through her bones. They were just bodies now, bodies looking for pleasure and release. Roz joined the party just in time to hear Anna say, “I want to lick your pussy.” Violet’s eyes shone wildly under the faint outdoor lighting. 

“That can be arranged.” Violet moved a few inches to the corner of the pool. She climbed the two steps and grabbed a towel from the deck chair, bunched it up and planted her behind on it, her legs already starting to spread. Anna kneeled on the pool stairs and started kissing Violet’s inner thighs. Roz, never one to have idle hands, positioned herself behind her wife and caressed her buttocks. Anna’s pussy bobbed in and out of the pool while she moved her face up and down over Violet.

Roz concluded she had the best seat in the house again and proceeded to fondle her wife’s butt, zoning in on the pinkness of her sometimes exposed pussy. She watched as Anna slipped two fingers inside Violet and decided it would be a good time to do the same. Anna was so wet and bucked down so hard on Roz’ fingers that she was soon going at her with three, contemplating a fourth. She watched Anna’s tongue slip and slide over Violet’s glistening clit while her fingers slammed in and out. Roz let Anna set the pace and moved her other hand under water in search of Anna’s clit. 

On the other side, Violet’s grunts grew hoarser and when Roz looked up she saw how Violet dug her nails into the soft fabric of the towel. Drops of water shimmered on Violet’s body as Anna fucked and licked her to another orgasm. The sight of her own fingers disappearing inside Anna’s pussy caused a tingle to creep up Roz’ spine every time she pushed forward. Her other hand manipulated Anna’s clit under water and Roz marvelled at the sight of so much pleasure. Anna had let her forehead fall onto the towel and she rode Roz’ fingers hard. Her body made sloshing sounds in the water and they mixed with the slapping sound of Roz’ fingers in her pussy. Roz continued fingering her until Anna’s back was so arched and her muscles shook so hard, Roz feared an orgasm-induced seizure.

Anna let herself fall on top of Violet, her head landing on her pillowy chest. “Fuck,” she said, “all this swimming has exhausted me.”

“It is a very high-energy activity,” Violet said with her eyes closed. 

Roz took in her surroundings, maybe for the first time since entering the villa. A green palm tree leaf hung over the wooden fence next to the pool, rustling in the faint breeze. The night was quiet around them—this was not a party hotel. The only sound was the steady drum of the fountain water splashing into the pool. Roz hoped the nearest villas were far enough away for their cries of pleasure to get lost in the wind. Most beautiful of all was Anna’s head rising up and down on Violet’s chest. Her wet hair was draped over Violet’s nipples and her hand rested almost innocently on her belly.

Maybe paradise is not a place where you watch your wife lick another woman’s pussy, she thought, but it can’t be far off.