“I have a lot of higher powers, but weed is legal here, so shots and edibles?”
“It’s a date. As soon as we’re back on solid ground. And the next time we decide to be adventurous, I’m going to let you do a reading first.” Mari winked at her.
“Uh-huh. I thought it would be…not so high.”
Mari nodded and pulled Bekka into her arms. “I didn’t think it would be this windy. It’s not as cold as it could be I guess. Are these things heated?”
“I think so.” Mari was trembling, and that made her feel braver. “Kiss me?”
“What a great idea.” Mari didn’t hesitate and her kiss wasn’t timid at all.
Oh, hell yes. She scooted closer, the danger and adrenaline making her shiver. This was possibly the most dangerous thing she’d ever done.
Mari’s fingers slid up her thigh, tongue circling hers and the kiss grew deeper.
She reached for the bottom of Mari’s sweater, searching for skin, for the warm, soft belly.
Mari opened her coat to give her better access and that hand pushed between her thighs.
Were they really doing this? Her fingertips found skin as Mari cupped her through her yoga pants. Oh, hell yes they were.
“Better be quick, this thing might start moving again,” Mari whispered and arched against her fingers.
“Uh-huh.” She popped the button on Mari’s jeans. “First one to come buys the shots.”
“Fuck. That’s always me.” Mari grinned against her lips, finger starting to rub and glide in just the right way through her leggings.
“Uh-huh…” Bekka wasn’t sure what she was agreeing to, but she didn’t really care. The lightning shooting up her spine? The silk of Mari’s panties? The scent of Mari’s need? She cared about those.
Mari rocked against her fingers with a moan and kissed her again. Those fingers found a rhythm and it seemed like Mari didn’t care much about anything but Bekka.
Mari was soaking wet, and Bekka whimpered, so fucking turned on it hurt.
“Fuck. This is…fucking crazy and that feels so good.” Mari wrestled her fingers under the elastic of her leggings. “Yeah, pretty. I feel you.”
“Uh-huh. Hurry. This is better than being high.” She began to nudge Mari’s clit, rubbing in circles.
“We are high. Up.” The little gondola car filled with their sounds, rocking a little more than it already was.
“Uh-huh. Don’t stop. Please, love.” She was more than willing to beg.
Mari was breathing heavily and rocking into her hand, completely unashamed to go after what she needed. “There. There! Oh god.”
Hell yes. She pushed even closer, rubbing with all she had. Mari’s fingers dug into her arm, and by now she knew what that little grimace on her lover’s face meant.
“Yes. Yes! Oh fuck.” Mari’s eyes squeezed shut and then popped open and she shook, hips slowing, breathing hard, “Fuck, yes.”
“Mmm…so pretty.” She slowed her touch, drawing out the aftershocks.
“Shots on me,” Mari whispered to her, and swirled determined fingers over her clit.
“On…” Oh, fuck her. Her eyes rolled and she bore down, demanding more.
“Yeah. Feel good? Come on, Beks.” Mari gave her what she needed, speaking low and sexy.
“Feels like magic.” The tight spring in her belly clenched, and she grabbed hold of Mari’s arms.
Mari didn’t let up, fingers keeping the rhythm just how she needed it. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t keep my hands off you. I want to feel you come, pretty.”