Ocean Breeze

by Laura Conway

  Andrea fumbled with the key card, and Carley smiled to herself as she finally got the light to turn green. She wasn’t the only one on edge.

  Carley followed Andrea into the room. She didn’t know if they should have a drink and sit down and talk about what this was or wasn’t, but when Andrea’s hand found hers, those eyes said it all. Tonight was not the time for talking. Tonight, they were going to give in to this magnetizing desire.

  Carley sighed as Andrea’s lips parted against her own. She loved the way Andrea kissed her, whether it was shy and cautious or almost possessive, like she was kissing her right now.

  Andrea’s tongue found hers, swirling across her own as her hand snaked behind her neck, pulling her in to a searing kiss that left Carley breathless.

  Carley’s fingers found the zipper at the side of Andrea’s dress, and she eased it down until it fell to the floor. Andrea stepped out of it without breaking the kiss, her own hands working on getting Carley out of her dress.

  They stumbled over to the bed in just their lingerie, and Carley didn’t think she’d ever get enough of Andrea’s lips. They fit so perfectly with hers.

  Andrea gently pushed Carley onto the bed, covering her body with her own as she climbed on top of her. Her hands covered Carley’s breasts, toying with her nipples through her lacy bra.

  Carley moaned as Andrea’s lips surrounded her hardened peak, taking it into her mouth and flicking her tongue over it while her hands moved lower, gliding over her ribs and hips as they parted her legs.

  “I want you so much,” Andrea breathed as she kissed Carley, her hand cupping her sex through her panties.

  “Andrea... I need you, please,” Carley whimpered, her body buzzing with desire. She moaned as Andrea’s fingertips circled her clit, using the fabric to massage her bud.

  Carley’s eyes locked onto Andrea’s as she continued to tease her through her panties. Carley raked her fingers across Andrea’s back, and she didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She unhooked Andrea’s bra with one hand, letting the straps fall off her shoulders.

  Andrea’s touch was gone as she tossed her bra away. She moved further down the bed, her lips on Carley’s stomach, inching their way over her skin. Carley’s back arched as Andrea’s kisses reached her hips and continued over her panties. Carley could feel Andrea’s tongue against her clit, still warm despite the fabric between them.

  Carley inhaled as Andrea slid her panties down her legs, spreading Carley’s legs a little wider as her tongue returned, gliding through her sex, all the way up to her clit. Carley bit her lip as Andrea’s tongue circled her.

  She had to be dripping wet. She was so close, and Andrea had barely touched her. She couldn’t come this fast. Andrea’s tongue flickered across her, and Carley groaned as her hips lifted off the bed.

  Carley’s hand was lost in Andrea’s hair as she took her clit in her mouth, sucking and circling her. She wasn’t going to last much longer. A rush of warmth ran through her body, and it felt like every muscle in her body was on fire.

  Carley held Andrea there, right where she needed her, with her tongue wrapped around her clit.

  “Andrea,” Carley breathed as she grabbed a fistful of sheets, her body tensing as her orgasm hit her hard. “Fuck,” she panted, her hips taking over, rocking against Andrea’s mouth as she came.

  Carley took a deep breath as Andrea looked up at her, climbing on top of her once again. Andrea’s lips were on hers, kissing her passionately.

  “You are so sexy,” Andrea whispered between kisses, and Carley could taste herself on her lips.

  Carley moaned into the kiss, their tongues dueling as she managed to roll Andrea onto her back, switching their positions. She reached behind her back to unhook her bra, and Andrea’s hands covered her breasts, bringing each of them to her mouth and teasing her nipples with her tongue.

  Even when Andrea was on the bottom, she still managed to be in control. Carley would just have to distract her. She slipped away, moving down to her hips to take off Andrea’s panties.

  Andrea’s musky arousal filled the air around her as she flung her panties away. She was just as turned on as Carley was.

  Carley got comfortable on top of Andrea as she explored her sex with her fingers, easily moving through her wet folds. She watched Andrea’s eyes widen as Carley’s fingers found her clit. Carley dipped her head, trailing kisses up her neck until she found those addictive lips again.

  Andrea’s lips parted against hers, her hands roaming across Carley’s back, dropping to squeeze her ass. Carley groaned into the kiss as she circled Andrea’s clit with her fingertips. She wanted to draw this out, but she also couldn’t wait to make Andrea come undone.

  They both moaned as Carley’s fingers moved lower, and she slid two fingers inside her. Andrea was so wet. Feeling her arousal, hearing it, as she moved her fingers sent a rush of desire through her body.

  Carley hungrily kissed Andrea while she steadily thrust her fingers in and out. Andrea’s hips matched her strokes as she kissed her back, her hands clinging onto Carley as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.

  Carley picked up the pace, breaking their kiss to tease Andrea’s hard nipples with her tongue.

  Andrea’s hand threaded through Carley’s hair, bringing her back up to her lips. Andrea moaned into the kiss as her hips bucked against Carley’s hand, riding out her orgasm, writhing underneath her until her body went limp.

  Carley kissed her one last time before moving down her body, kissing her way back down to Andrea’s sex where she ran her tongue through her slick folds. Andrea’s body trembled as she slowly circled her clit.

  Andrea’s hand was in her hair again, keeping her there, and Carley knew it wouldn’t take long to make her come again. She reached up to massage her breast, finding her hardened nipple and teasing it with her thumb while her tongue swirled around her sensitive bud.

  Carley’s free hand moved underneath Andrea, grabbing her ass, pulling her closer as her tongue flickered over her, and Andrea cried out her name as her body shook, her nails raking across Carley’s scalp as she came.

  Andrea’s incredibly sexy body glistened with a light layer of sweat, and Carley didn’t think she’d ever seen anything so beautiful.

  Chapter Thirty

  Andrea blinked, her fingers caressing Carley’s cheek. Andrea felt like she was floating, but she knew she was lying in bed with Carley’s leg draped across hers. She was still coming down from the high of her second orgasm of the night.

  Andrea swallowed the lump that came to her throat as she gazed into Carley’s blue eyes. This wasn’t just sex, and she should have realized that considering the way today had progressed, but for some reason, it still came as a shock to her. She didn’t dwell on it though because getting teary eyed was the last thing she wanted to happen right now.

  “That was crazy,” Andrea whispered before she leaned in to brush her lips across Carley’s. “Absolutely crazy.”

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” Carley practically growled as Andrea’s lips left hers.

  Andrea’s hand slid into Carley’s pinning it above her head, their fingers interlaced as her free hand moved down Carley’s body. Her fingers ran across Carley’s shaved sex, and Andrea gasped when she discovered how wet she was. She didn’t even need to part her folds to find her arousal.

  “You’re dripping wet, babe,” Andrea murmured as her lips found Carley’s.

  Their kiss was heated yet intimate, and Andrea took her time as she slowly dragged her fingers through her slick desire until she found her clit. She applied a little pressure, drawing circles with the pads of her fingertips, and Andrea could feel Carley’s body arching underneath her own.

  Andrea broke the kiss, wanting to see Carley, to gaze into those stunning eyes as she entered her. Carley’s hands roamed across her body as Andrea propped herself up with her left hand, pressing it into the sheets as she slipped two fingers inside of Carley.

  Carley’s mouth was ag
ape, her breathing already ragged as Andrea found a steady rhythm, making sure her palm rubbed against Carley’s clit with each stroke. Andrea curled her fingers as she withdrew them, and it didn’t take long for Carley’s touch to go from delicate to desperate.

  Carley’s had one hand on her ass, the other on her arm, clutching her bicep as she got closer. Her body was flushed, and her eyes smoldered as she clung onto Andrea, her body shaking as she came.

  “Oh my God,” Carley moaned, her hips bucking against Andrea’s hand as she rode out the orgasm that rocked her body. “Fuckkk,” she gasped, her eyes shut tight.

  Andrea couldn’t take her eyes off Carley as she carefully withdrew her fingers. She brought them to her lips without thinking as she sat up, licking them clean. Carley’s eyes locked onto hers, and Andrea didn’t know it was possible to give so much away with one look. Carley’s eyes raked over her body, like she was about to devour her, and hopefully she was.

  Andrea felt energized after that, and she didn’t know if she’d ever get enough of this woman.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Carley rolled onto her back as she slowly woke up. It took her a minute to remember where she was, but then last night started coming back to her, and her body tingled as the memory of Andrea’s hands on her hips and her breasts returned.

  She turned, expecting to see Andrea’s dark hair on the pillow beside her, but she was the only one in the bed. Carley sat up, the sheet falling from her breasts.

  When they finally fell asleep in the early hours of this morning, Carley thought they could pick up where they left off as soon as they were both awake, but Andrea must have had other ideas.

  Carley’s bare feet touched the tiled floor, and she padded over to her suitcase, finding a pair of white panties and a matching bra. She didn’t know what their plans were for today, so she put on what she had planned on sleeping in last night, a pair of black cotton shorts and a white tank top, until she talked to Andrea.

  Carley stood in front of the full-length mirror that was in the corner of the bedroom. Her hair was messy, but it fell across her shoulders in loose waves after the way it was styled yesterday. She went into the bathroom to wash off her makeup and brush her teeth. She noticed that the glass door and the cream tiles in the shower were wet. Andrea couldn’t even sleep in on her day off.

  Carley dried her face with a plush gray towel and applied some face cream. Her hair would have to stay as it was until she had a shower. Brushing it would only make it messier. She reached for her phone that was on the night stand. 9:24AM.

  Carley wandered into the living room area of their suite. She was going to sit out on the balcony for a while, but she could see Andrea pacing back and forth through the sliding glass doors. She was on the phone, no doubt talking business.

  Carley was about to return to the bedroom when Andrea hung up and came back inside, pulling the door closed behind her.

  “Morning,” Andrea said, walking towards her, and Carley had to remember to breathe. She was wearing black running shorts and a matching fitted racerback tank top, her hair tied back in a messy bun. Even when she was dressed casually, without any makeup, Carley would say she was the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen.

  Carley’s hands were on her hips as Andrea leaned in, parting her lips against hers. She smelled like coconuts and vanilla.

  “Morning,” Carley said as she pulled away.

  “Sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up. I got a call that I couldn’t ignore and then another one... I didn’t want to wake you, so I was planning on hitting the gym downstairs, but then I got sidetracked by another call.”

  “Is everything okay?”

  “I’ll deal with it tomorrow when we get home. There might be a problem with one of the apartment complexes I was going to buy. I need to head down there and check it out myself.”

  Carley nodded. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

  Andrea kissed her softly, her fingertips on her chin. “Don’t worry about business. You have the weekend off.”

  A tingling sensation traveled through Carley’s body, all the way down to her fingertips. It was just a simple kiss from Andrea, but it sent fireworks off inside her, especially after what Andrea did to her last night.

  Carley wished they could stay in Nerja, in this little bubble, but they did need to talk. “Last night was... amazing,” Carley said in a voice just above a whisper.

  “I sense a ‘but’ coming...”

  “Before we go to the party today... I just want to know where I stand. I don’t need any kind of guarantees. I just want to know if this is still a charade or not. I need to know if I’m still pretending to be with you, or if I can just act as I feel. I’m sure it will amount to the same thing. I’ll naturally reach for your hand or want to kiss you, but I need to know for myself. I don’t want to get carried away... I don’t want to get hurt,” Carley finished, knowing that she was rambling, but she had to say all of that before she lost her courage.

  Andrea nodded. “Last night was amazing, for the record, and that was not a show. That was real.”

  “You said yesterday that there were plenty of reasons why this wouldn’t work...”

  “I did,” Andrea admitted.

  “What kind of reasons? Our age difference?”

  “Yes. That was one of them... We live in different countries, and you’ll be leaving in four months... We work together too.”

  Carley nodded. “So, what are you saying? This isn’t going to happen again?”

  Andrea looked away for a second, and Carley swallowed the lump in her throat, expecting the worse.

  “I’m crazy about you, Carley. If someone would have told me six months ago that I’d be dating an American who was fourteen years younger than me and who was also my P.A.... I would have told them that they’d lost the plot. There would be no way that I would have put myself in that situation, but that’s exactly where I am.”

  “So, do we have something?”

  “According to James we do,” Andrea said with a soft laugh. “Seriously... Yes. Last night was electric. I’ve never had that kind of chemistry with anyone. I can’t make any promises though. I’ve historically been awful at relationships, and as you know, I’m a workaholic, and I don’t think that’s going to change anytime soon.”

  “I know. Look, I haven’t exactly had a great track record in the relationship department either so... Will we just see what happens?” Carley asked, reaching for her hand. “I know we have to figure out how to maintain our working relationship, and that’s probably not going to be easy...”

  “We’ll figure it out, and to answer your question... When we go to the party later, just be yourself. Forget about pretending to be my girlfriend. Whatever’s been going on between us, that’s plenty real, and people can see it. I lost track of the amount of people who came up to me last night telling me that I was glowing, that I seemed happier than they’d ever seen me.”

  “Really?”

  Andrea nodded as she licked her lips. “Yes... Yesterday was lovely, getting to spend the day with you, away from work, and then last night... I don’t think I could have dreamed that up.”

  Carley met her stunning hazel-green eyes. Surely, she was the one that was dreaming.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Andrea couldn’t stop herself from staring. Carley had her back to her, her toned figure on display in her blue bikini as she jumped off the back of the yacht and into the ocean. Carley had held her own so far this weekend, and Andrea had to stop worrying about her. She had fit right in from the start even though she knew Carley was constantly stepping outside her comfort zone.

  Andrea took another sip of champagne. She had no idea how it had happened, but she’d fallen for Carley, and despite what she’d told her this morning, she was scared. She didn’t know how they were going to continue working together, and she was already feeling anxious about the date that Carley might be leaving even though it was four months away.

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bsp; If Carley decided to stay for her, would she end up regretting it? What if she kept traveling, promising to return, and she met someone else? Andrea’s mind had been gradually filling up with ‘what if’s’ all day, and it wasn’t like her. She rarely worried about anything, because she knew she could solve just about any problem. She wasn’t so sure about this one.

  Andrea didn’t know what she could do about this problem, because it wasn’t really a problem. Letting herself go was just a new concept. She didn’t think she’d ever gotten so lost in anyone, and it was only early days yet. How would she ever cope with Carley leaving? This was only going to get worse as the weeks and months went by.

  Assuming I don’t screw it up first.

  “I didn’t get a chance to talk to you last night,” James said, as he reached for a glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray. “You must have had an early night,” he said with a wink.

  Andrea rolled her eyes.

  “Hey, I don’t blame you,” James said, playfully elbowing her. “Carley’s lovely, but I never would have put you two together.”

  “And why’s that?”

  James shrugged. “I’ve never seen you with anyone that much younger than you. That’s all.”

  “You’re how many years older than Mark?”

  “Eight.”

  “Right.”

  “I’m guessing you’re more than eight years older than Carley?” James asked, taking a sip of champagne.

  “Fourteen,” Andrea said, watching Mark dive into the water.

  “That’s nothing, really.”

  “So, I keep telling myself.”

  “You have it bad, don’t you,” James said, meeting her gaze.

  “You’ve always seen right through me... Yes. I have it bad.”

  “But it’s mutual, right?”

  “I sure hope so,” Andrea said, taking another drink.

  Andrea’s eyes fell on Carley’s glistening body as she climbed the ladder, returning to the yacht. She had an athletic figure without being muscular, and Andrea’s mind wandered back to the way her toned legs had straddled her waist, how Carley’s body had covered her own. She couldn’t wait for this party to be over. She wanted Carley all to herself, preferably in the king-sized bed in their hotel suite.