Page 49 of Lavender, Lies and Love

Alexis arched off the lounger, and a shiver ran through her as the tiny scrap of fabric was eased down her legs and tossed aside. Birdie’s warm hand gripped her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the lounger until she was positioned perfectly. Then Birdie draped Alexis’s legs over her shoulders, settling the weight of them comfortably as she leaned in.

The first touch of her tongue was a soft, slow stripe that made Alexis gasp as her fingers clenched in the cushions. Birdie didn’t rush.She explored with devoted intent, tracing every fold and lingering when Alexis shivered. Each slow drag of her mouth drew another helpless twitch from Alexis’s hips.

Alexis tipped her head back and let a moan escape her parted lips. The world narrowed to the feel of Birdie’s mouth, the sound of her own ragged breathing, and the distant cry of gulls. Birdie’s tongue found a rhythm, a relentless, circling pressure that coiled the tension in Alexis’s core tighter and tighter.

With every stroke of her wife’s tongue, Alexis could feel the heat building, a desperate, climbing wave. Her hips began to move of their own accord, a slight, helpless rocking against Birdie’s mouth. “Don’t stop,” Alexis breathed. “Right there… God, Birdie…”

Birdie answered by stroking her tongue against her, the vibration a shock of pure pleasure that shattered Alexis’s last shred of control. Her orgasm crashed over her, a breathless shudder that arched her spine and left her trembling. Birdie lapped softly until the last tremor subsided.

Alexis reached down, her fingers tangling in Birdie’s sun-warmed hair. She gently tugged her up. “If there were a rose ceremony for that tongue, you’d win every single episode,” she said, a little breathless. “Now get up here and sit on my face.”

Birdie rose on unsteady knees, her lips glistening, her chest rising and falling with her own quick breaths. Alexis sat up, her hands going to the tiny strings of Birdie’s bikini bottom. Sheguided the bottoms down Birdie’s thighs until she stood naked in the golden light; her round hips and full curves a masterpiece.

Alexis lay back again with her gaze fixed on Birdie. “Bring that gorgeous body over here and ride my face, Birdie Sinclair Wolf.Let me earn the title of the happiest wife in Greece.”

“My pleasure,” Birdie whispered as she planted her knees on either side of Alexis’s face. She placed her hands on the back of the lounger for balance as she sank down to Alexis’s waiting mouth.

The first intimate touch of her wife against her mouth was warm and wet and achingly familiar. Alexis moaned as her tongue immediately traced the tender heat she knew by heart.

Birdie gasped and her fingers dug into the cushion as she sank fully onto Alexis’s face.

From this angle, Alexis had complete control. She could use the flat of her tongue for broad, slow strokes that made Birdie’s thighs tremble, or the pointed tip for a sharp, focused rhythm. She chose the latter. She licked and sucked with single-minded intensity. Her hands gripped Birdie’s hips, guiding her movements.

“Lexi,” Birdie choked out, her voice high and tight. Her hips began to roll in small, frantic circles against Alexis’s mouth. “Oh, god, yes.”

Alexis held her steady, keeping the rhythm exact. She could feel the precise moment everything shifted. Birdie’s gasps turned into sharp, broken cries. The muscles in her thighs went rigid against Alexis’s head.

“I’m—” Birdie’s warning was a breathy whisper.

Alexis doubled her efforts, closing her lips around Birdie’s clit and lavishing it with steady, focused attention. That was all it took. Birdie’s orgasm surged through her, arching her against Alexis’s mouth. A beautiful cry tore from her throat as she rode out the waves against Alexis’s relentless mouth. Alexisdidn’t let up until Birdie’s body slumped forward, panting and spent.

Birdie collapsed sideways onto the lounger beside her, a trembling, glistening mess. She turned her head, cheek pressed to the cushion, and gave Alexis a dazed, wicked smile.

“I think I just stole your title,” she whispered. “Happiest wife in Greece.”

“Tie,” Alexis said, leaning in to kiss her.

She breathed in deep, catching the faint trace of Dolce & Gabbana Birdie had worn the night they met, and couldn’t imagine her life any other way. Right here, with Birdie, with the Aegean sparkling below their terrace, and the sun warming their skin. All that mattered was this ridiculous, perfect, unstoppable thrill of being completely, gloriously in love.