Fiona trailed a hand down Nicole’s body, positively high with anticipation over giving Nicole her first sexual experience with a woman. “This will be our warm-up,” she whispered against Nicole’s neck, causing gooseflesh to rise on her skin. “Later, we’ll make a proper bed out of those thermal suits, and we can take our time.”
“Fuck,” Nicole whispered, back arching as Fiona’s fingers traced the edge of her underwear.
“Mm.” Fiona tugged at her panties. “We need to get rid of these.”
Nicole pushed them down her legs, drawing Fiona in for another kiss as their bodies pressed together, and she thought she’d never seen anything as lovely and pure as this vision of Nicole, eyes hot and wanting, her hair a mess of dark waves around her face as Greek columns rose behind her and the ocean crashed below on the beach.
Fiona couldn’t help picturing what they looked like together up here, lying above the sea in this crumbling pavilion, the contrast of her red dress against the gray of Nicole’s. If it were a painting, she’d hang it in her living room, a masterpiece to inspire her day in and day out.
Smiling at the thought, she slid forward, rolling Nicole onto her back. “Sorry about the marble,” she whispered as she positioned herself over Nicole.
“I don’t even feel it.” Her hips lifted, seeking contact with Fiona’s.
“You probably will later, but I’ll make it worth your while.” She wanted Nicole naked, wanted to touch and kiss every bare inch of her, but that would have to wait, because it simply wasn’t practical on this ancient, filthy marble. Instead, she palmed one of Nicole’s breasts through her dress while her other hand slid beneath her skirt. Her fingers brushed against Nicole’s drenched flesh. “You’re so wet for me.”
“Yes,” she whispered, hips thrusting to increase the pressure of Fiona’s touch.
Giving her what she wanted, Fiona began to stroke her. She gathered Nicole’s arousal on her fingers and swirled it over her clit, drawing a strangled sound from Nicole. Their faces met for a messy kiss as Fiona built a rhythm with her fingers. She pushed two fingers inside Nicole, stroking in and out as her palm provided friction against her clit.
Nicole writhed against the marble, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, eyebrows jumping as she drew closer to her release. Fiona curled her fingers, pressing against Nicole’s G-spot, and she let out a needy whimper that had Fiona pressing her own thighs together. She resisted the urge to straddle Nicole, giving herself some much-needed relief.
This moment was all about Nicole.
Fiona bent her head, kissing Nicole’s neck as she focused her full attention on delivering a shattering finish. She wanted Nicole’s first experience with a woman to be memorable for all the right reasons. Fiona quickened her pace, dividing her attention between Nicole’s G-spot and her clit, and Nicole flung an arm over her eyes, swearing, her thighs clamped around Fiona’s hand. Fiona added a third finger, and Nicole’s body gripped her, hard.
“Fuck,” she gasped, hips moving frantically as her body spasmed around Fiona’s fingers. Fiona held herself still, allowing Nicole to ride out the waves of her release until she fell limp against the marble, her pussy still pulsing against Fiona’s hand. “Wow.”
“I’ll say.” Fiona carefully withdrew her hand. She leaned in to press another kiss against Nicole’s lips, trying to ignore the insistent throbbing in her core and the wetness pooling in her panties. This was Nicole’s first time, and she might not be ready to return the favor just yet.
It had been a while since Fiona had been with a woman, long enough that she’d almost forgotten how much she enjoyed it, even when she was the one giving and not receiving. Generally, she always preferred women, but her number one preference was for no-strings-attached sex, and that was usually easier to find with a man. So she’d grown accustomed to burying her desires and making do with what she could get.
Nicole was the living embodiment of every one of Fiona’s fantasies, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever been so turned on without having been touched. So much that she could almost come just from shifting her thighs together and watching Nicole regain her wits after her orgasm.
“That was…amazing.” Nicole rolled toward her. “My turn?”
“Please,” Fiona whispered, almost overwhelmed in anticipation of Nicole’s touch. She lay beside her, body burning as Nicole raked her gaze from the wild tangle of her hair to her chipped red-painted toes.
“So beautiful,” Nicole said as she slid a hand experimentally over Fiona’s chest.
Fiona was too turned on to do anything but arch her back, pressing her tit into Nicole’s palm. She whimpered as Nicole squeezed her nipple through the bodice of her dress.
“Glad you cut this,” Nicole said, bringing her other hand to the jagged hemline of the altered red dress.
“Me too,” she gasped, hips jerking toward Nicole’s hand.
Nicole tugged at her underwear. “Can I take these off?”
Fiona lifted her hips as Nicole slid them down her legs, feeling a rush of cool air against her overheated flesh. Nicole leaned over her, eyes narrowed in concentration as she brushed a hand against her, fingers dipping into the wetness she found there. Fiona closed her eyes as a sigh of relief escaped her lips.
“Wow,” Nicole murmured, dipping her head to trail her lips over Fiona’s chest. “You feel different… Better than I expected.”
Fiona rolled her hips against Nicole’s hand, silently urging her to continue, and Nicole seemed to take the hint. She pressed her fingers against Fiona’s clit, sending her brain whirling. Yes. God, she’d needed so badly to be touched. She’d needed to feel a woman’s touch, and ever since she’d first laid eyes on Nicole in the Cyprus Star’s bar three nights ago, she’d needed to feel this woman’s touch.
Nicole settled into a rhythm, imitating the way Fiona had touched her, which was really fucking good, but frankly, it wouldn’t have mattered what Nicole did at this point. Fiona was so close, she could come from pretty much anything Nicole chose to do to her.
“Tell me if there’s something you like,” Nicole murmured, spreading kisses over her neck.
“You’re doing just fine,” Fiona managed, hips moving, breath tangled in her throat as her body spiraled toward release. Her orgasm coiled inside her, hot and tight, making her tremble in anticipation. As much as she wanted to tumble headfirst into release, she didn’t want this to end so soon, and the tiny part of her brain left to rational thought knew that if she came now, it would be over almost embarrassingly fast.
As if sensing her thoughts, Nicole slowed her rhythm, her fingers ghosting over Fiona’s clit as she focused instead on kissing her, her free hand exploring Fiona’s body while she grumbled in frustration.
“Patience,” Nicole whispered.
“Not my strong suit,” she mumbled, breathless.
Nicole laughed against her neck. “I like seeing you like this. So sexy.”
“Killing me.”
Nicole sucked at the pulse point on her neck, swiping one finger over her clit, and Fiona was spinning again. Nicole returned to her previous rhythm with a vengeance, her fingers everywhere Fiona needed them. Pressure built inside her, so hot and tight she could hardly stand it. Her hips bucked, her eyes slammed shut, and then she was coming.
Release ignited in her core, radiating through her body, pulsing through her in blissful waves that left her limp and breathless, trembling in pleasure.
“That was, without a doubt, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Nicole said, sounding awed.
Fiona cracked open an eye to look up at her. “You’re really fucking good at this.”
Nicole smiled widely. “Not bad for my first time?”
“Not bad?” Fiona blew out a breath, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. “I haven’t come that hard in…too long to remember.”
Nicole lay beside her, one arm sliding around Fiona’s waist to draw her close. “This was amazing.”
They lay there like that for a while, neither of them moving or speaking, just breathing in the closeness and comfort between them. Well, Nicole’s body was comforting, but the cold marble beneath Fiona’s ass and digging into her skull left something to be desired.
“As much as I’d like to stay here and discover all the different ways to make you come, we’re meant to be doing something,” she murmured, stroking her hand down Nicole’s back.
“We are?”
She nodded. “The sun’s already halfway to noon, and we need to find out if we’re on an island or not.”
“You’re right.” Nicole drew herself together with impressive speed, sitting up and grabbing her underwear. “Round two tonight?”
“Count on it.” Fiona grabbed her own panties and followed Nicole to the beach, where they cleaned up before continuing on their journey. Hand in hand, they walked the beach, not a leisurely stroll but walking with purpose, fueled by the desire to be saved, to go home, to share a real bed together at some point in the near future.
Several times, they had to detour around rocky outcrops and other obstructions to the shoreline, but overall the coast was clear, so to speak. They looped consistently to the right as they walked, so much so that Fiona wasn’t the least bit surprised when the rock they’d slept on last night came into view.
“Island,” she said matter-of-factly.
Nicole sighed. “Damn.”
“It’s okay.” Fiona gave her hand a squeeze. “Someone’s going to find us.”
“But in the meantime,” Nicole said, her face set in determination. “We need to get a few things done.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“We need to start a fire, try our hand at fishing, search again for a source of fresh water, and move our base camp down to the ruins.”
Fiona frowned at the enormity of the tasks Nicole had set forth. “Yes. Okay.”
“I think fire and fishing should come first,” Nicole said. “We’ve still got plenty of water in our emergency rations, plus a collector tarp in case it rains, and we can sleep here again tonight if we need to.”
“I agree. How do you plan to start a fire? Of all the supplies in that boat, there aren’t matches.”
“Guess they don’t intend for people to start fires at sea?” Nicole said with a smile. “But they gave us a signal mirror, and I’m going to use that to try to get one started.”
“I’d say your fire-starting skills are top-notch,” Fiona said with a meaningful look. “I suppose I’ll have a go at fishing, then.”
Nicole stared, awestruck, at the tiny flame curling around the dried grass she’d placed in her makeshift fire pit, feeling like a superhero. She hadn’t expected it to be this easy, but the grass had begun to smoke almost as soon as she’d aimed the mirror’s reflection at it. Except, as it turned out, her celebration was short-lived, because the flame evaporated in a puff of smoke a few seconds later. But if she’d done it once, she could do it again, and next time, she’d be better prepared with things to feed it.
In her mind’s eye, she saw the pile of red fabric Fiona had left inside the lifeboat. A scrap or two from the dress might keep the flame going long enough for it to catch some of her bigger kindling on fire.
Fiona’s red dress. Nicole couldn’t stop thinking about their encounter in the pavilion, replaying every moment in her head, reliving the pleasure they’d given each other. How had they managed to create something so beautiful out of such an impossible situation? A tingle of anticipation raced through her as she thought of the night to come.
Fighting back a dreamy smile, she walked toward the lifeboat, stopping dead in her tracks as she spotted Fiona in the surf with the fishing tackle, wearing…not much. She’d tied a strip of red fabric around her breasts and another, larger piece around her hips as a makeshift skirt. And she looked…hot. Like, ridiculously hot.
“I like the new outfit,” she called.
Fiona turned, and Nicole lost her breath. The red fabric covered only the most essential parts of her, knotted at her right hip in a way that made it clear she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. A red jewel winked from her belly button.
“Holy shit,” Nicole spluttered. “I really am shipwrecked with a goddess.”
“I couldn’t spend another moment in that dress,” Fiona said with a shrug. “This is much more comfortable.”
“Very nice to look at too.”
“Help yourself if you want to do the same,” Fiona said, returning her attention to the fishing line in her hand.
“I just might.” Because Nicole could barely stand her dress after almost four days in it. “Catch anything yet?”
Fiona shook her head. “Had a few nibbles, though. My bait keeps falling off.”
“What are you using?”
“I found some kind of mollusk attached to those rocks over there and smashed it open.”
“Gross.” Nicole scrunched her face. “But good thinking.”
She leaned into the lifeboat and grabbed a couple of thin strips of fabric, which she carried up the beach to her fire pit. Luckily, the fabric had caught some sun earlier and dried out. She’d built their fire in the middle of the “O” in their SOS, hollowing out a spot in the sand and filling it with small dry sticks and grass. Determined, she lifted the mirror, aiming it at a fresh section of her kindling. Again, it began to smoke, and after a minute, a tiny flame burst to life.
Crouching down, she sprinkled more dry grass on it, nursing the flame bigger. Once it had grown about two inches tall, she dangled a strip of fabric so that it just touched the tip of the flame. For a moment, her baby fire flickered as if it might go out, but then the fabric began to burn, and whoa, Fiona’s dress was alarmingly flammable. Flames licked up the strip Nicole held, and she dropped it into the fire pit, letting it simmer with the rest of the kindling.
She added the second strip, and then some small sticks, and before long, she had an honest-to-God fire going. She sat patiently, adding increasingly larger sticks until finally, even the tree limb she’d carried over was burning.
“Impressive,” Fiona said from behind her, and Nicole turned to see her holding two small fish. She held them up. “It’s not much, but they’ll taste better than that god-awful stuff in the food rations, although it turns out the fish quite like it.”
“You baited them with our food ration?” Nicole couldn’t fight her smile.
She nodded. “They can have it all, if they keep getting on my line.”
“We’re really rocking this castaway thing, aren’t we?”
Fiona lifted an eyebrow. “Indeed.”
Nicole’s gaze shifted behind her and sharpened. “Holy shit.”
“What?” Fiona looked over her shoulder. “Oh my God.”
A boat was visible on the horizon.