Emilia kept the boat on course—or if not on course, she at least prevented them from turning into the wind. Morgan gently pulled the fabric aside. Emilia bucked her hips toward her, begging her with her body, but Morgan had been teased too many times by Emilia. She wasn’t ready to give in just yet. She cupped one hand beneath Emilia’s ass and ran her tongue along the crease of her thigh, the heat from Emilia’s center burning against her cheek.

“Fuck you, Morgan.”

Morgan dipped lower and tasted her. Her tongue traced her opening in slow circles, now and then entering her in long strokes. Emilia’s heel dug into her back. She intensified the thrusts of her tongue as she felt Emilia’s body begin to shake. When she at last dragged her tongue out and up along the length of Emilia and over her clit, Emilia cried out. Morgan was gratified to see her knuckles whiten on the tiller. She repeated the measured strokes, beginning inside and moving up to take her in her mouth before returning to the beginning. Emilia was almost sobbing as she repeated Morgan’s name. Morgan gave her ass a hard squeeze as she entered her again. Emilia jerked the tiller to the left and swore as she corrected. The curse broke into another moan when Morgan drew a lazy circle around her clit, closing in and just brushing it before working her way back out, reveling in the way Emilia tasted.

“I’ll come right now if you don’t fuck me.”

“Don’t come.” Morgan let her words vibrate against Emilia. As much as she loved it when Emilia was in control, right now she wanted to be the one calling the shots—while Emilia captained the boat. She’d unpack that one later. Emilia’s head flew back. Her hair caught the wind and Morgan’s breath. God, she was beautiful. Despite her command, Morgan could feel the beginnings of orgasm in the way Emilia’s body shuddered. She closed her lips and tongue over her clit and drew Emilia into her mouth.

“Holy fuck,” moaned Emilia. Morgan slid two fingers inside her to press against her, feeling her g-spot harden beneath her touch. She licked her clit with the tip of her tongue, moving her fingers in and out, then intensified the motion as Emilia’s trembling turned into whole body shudders. She felt her open, accepting more and more, and her own body shook as she came with her.

“Oh my God,” Emilia said as she softened around Morgan’s hand. “Oh my God, Morgan.”

Withdrawing reluctantly, Morgan looked up at Emilia’s closed eyes and blissful smile.

I love you, she thought, and the knowledge hit her with so much force she thought they’d run aground.

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