Summer's End by Harper Bliss Page B

protecting Emily’s back from the sun, leaving Emily a little disappointed, until she instructed her to turn around. Marianne lifted her bodyweight off Emily so she could flip her body and lie on her back.
    When Marianne sat back down and squirted sun lotion in the palms of her hands, Emily’s nipples perked up at the mere sound of it.  
    “All these foreigners think they can come here and enjoy the beach all day without protection.” Marianne started with Emily’s shoulders, her touch to-the-point but gentle enough to be a big turn-on. “Then they go back to their hotel in the evening and find their skin full of blisters.” Her hands trailed along the sides of Emily’s breasts. “Not a pretty sight, I tell you.”
    What was a pretty sight was watching Marianne from below, her arms strong as she moved her hands along Emily’s torso. They ran upwards from her belly to her nipples and stayed there, pinching hard.
    “I owe you a slow fuck, I believe.” Marianne squeezed her nipples again. “Have you ever done it on a pristine Thai beach, Emily?” A small smile played around Marianne’s lips. “It’s glorious.” She seemed possessed by a new spirit. Someone free and confident and ready to conquer the world. Emily didn’t care so much about that world conquering though, as it was mainly herself, her aching, wanting body, that wanted to be conquered over and over again.
    She shook her head. She hadn’t come to Asia looking for physical enlightenment, but she had a feeling she was about to encounter it.

    MARIANNE

    Marianne leaned sideways and grabbed an ice cold bottle of water from the cooler. She spilled some on her hands to wash them off as well as the primitive method allowed, then glanced over at Emily’s shimmering chest.
    Suppressing a grin, she turned her attention back to Emily and slowly, let a few drops of cold water crash down on her nipple. It only intensified the blazing fire in her gaze. She seemed to be down for everything, the recklessness of youth still so present in her soul. Marianne could vaguely remember what it had been like for her back in the day, the excitement of the first time, the anticipation of meeting her first lover—the memory was there somewhere, but just like everything else that would have allowed for careless reminiscing which, in turn, could have caused a ripple of joy to run through her body, she’d buried it somewhere in the back of her mind.
    She repeated the process on Emily’s other nipple. Emily squirmed a little, her mouth half-open and her breath already being expelled in chopped gusts. Marianne shot her a sly smile, squinting against the reflecting sun on the water behind Emily. She scrambled backwards a bit and let a few freezing drops of water crash down on the panel of Emily’s bikini bottoms.
    “You’re so wet,” she said and disposed of the bottle.
    Emily looked at her defiantly, as if to say it was all Marianne’s fault and she’d better do something about it. Marianne had every intention of doing so. She hoisted her t-shirt over her head and flung it away, not caring where it landed, and stripped off her bikini top before tumbling down onto Emily, their nipples joining in a layer of sunscreen.
    Their kiss was instantly deep and passionate, as if there was no more room for mucking about. This was serious, and it showed in the way their lips met.
    But how serious could it really be? This was all very idyllic, this fooling around on a deserted beach, but, at its heart—despite the consequences it had on Marianne’s wounded psyche—it was nothing but a holiday romance. It had no potential of becoming anything because in a few days Emily would be leaving. And then what? Back to being a recluse? Now that she’d had a glimpse of the real world—the one with real feelings and connections—Marianne wasn’t sure she could go back. Still, Emily would be gone. She pushed the thought away. She’d had a lot of practice in doing that.
    “Turn around and