A hand worked its way around Miki’s waist, drifting to her hip, leaving a warm glow where it had been before resting on her behind. The slight squeeze was all it took to make her thrust her hips forward and moan louder, letting Alba know she wanted it all. Their needs collided like the raging storm banging on the sides of the cabin and the rain lashing against the roof, growing like the rolling thunder.
Alba shifted and lowered herself on top of her, covering Miki’s body with her own. The feeling of her weight was intoxicating, and the next kiss that followed made her head swim. She was baffled by how perfectly their lips fitted, how their limbs slotted like they were made for each other. A throaty moan escaped her as the thigh between her legs pushed against her center. She was wet, throbbing, desperate to be touched, and she spread her legs apart, offering herself up as Alba ran her lips down her neck and back up, then kissed her fiercely once more. Entranced by the slow and sexy kiss, she moved her hands away from Alba’s hair, the softness of her skin caressing her fingertips as she explored her shoulders and her back. It felt divine, and even though she understood her own body, experiencing the touch of another woman’s curves was something else entirely.
“Are you okay?” Alba asked as she lifted her head to look at her.
“Yeah.” Miki dug her nails into her back, needing her closer, needing more. “I want you,” she whispered.
A sexy smile painted Alba’s face as she lifted Miki’s T-shirt, baring her full breasts. “You’re so incredibly sexy,” she murmured, running her tongue over her hardened nipple. Miki arched her back and groaned when she sucked it into her mouth and twirled her tongue around it. Seeing Alba do that to her was the most sensual and arousing sight she’d ever witnessed. Her breasts were so sensitive, and already she felt a tightness building in her core as she let go of all hesitation and simply drifted into ecstasy.
Alba lowered her hand between them, and a low whimper passed her lips as she slid it inside Miki’s panties and felt her wetness coat her fingers. “God, you feel so good.”
Miki bucked her hips and threw her head back, the light touch so intense that it made her crazy in the best of ways. Alba’s fingers slipped through her folds, tracing her up and down until she was writhing and moaning, squirming in euphoria. A finger slowly entered her, then another, drawing a cry from her mouth. She pulled Alba’s face down to kiss her because she wanted all of her and nothing seemed enough.
Alba moved sensually against her as she started fucking her at a lazy pace, changing Miki’s breathing with every thrust while she pressed her hips and her body hard into Miki’s. It felt beyond perfect, and Miki could do nothing but welcome the trembles that shook her body while they moved in sync, so perfectly harmonious. When Alba curled her fingers and touched a spot inside her she didn’t even know was there, Miki exploded. She clung onto Alba, held her as tight as she could while her orgasm washed over her. It didn’t compare to the sex she’d had in the past, and it didn’t feel how she’d imagined it would feel. It was so much better, so much more intense, but most of all, it felt right. Their eyes locked as aftershocks coursed through her, and the way Alba looked at her and held her in return was so intimate that it brought a lump to her throat.
“Wow,” she whispered, catching her breath as she ran a hand over Alba’s face.
Alba gave her a smile that made her feel a million things in a split second. “Wow?” She slowly retracted her fingers and rolled onto her side, pulling Miki in for a long hug. “Wow is good, right?”
“Yeah. It’s very, very good.” Miki wedged her hand under Alba’s top and ran it up and down her back while she buried her face in her neck, drinking in her scent. She traced her waist and moved back a little, continuing to explore her stomach and her breasts. The hard nipples under her fingertips made her take in a quick breath, and she tugged at the fabric of the tank top, craving Alba’s skin against her own. She wanted her with every fiber of her being and was possessed with a yearning so strong that it almost scared her. “Can I take this off?” There was a tremble to her voice as she spoke.
Alba nodded and lifted her arms so she could take it off, and Miki’s lips parted in awe as she looked her over. She moved closer and closed her eyes when their bodies came together, the contact sending her to even greater heights. Yes, this felt right, and yes, she needed this.
Chapter 5
At first, it seemed eerily silent when Miki woke up. There were no sounds of stormy winds, or thunder, or heavy rain on the roof, but as she lay there quietly, other sounds came through. Birdsong, the crashing of the ocean, a screech—from a monkey, maybe? Voices… she checked her phone. It was 8 am, which was late for her. The previously dark cabin wasn’t shaking on its stilts anymore, and it even looked quite charming in the light of day. Sunshine was streaming through the small window, and everything was back to normal.
Well, not everything. She glanced at Alba, who was sleeping beside her and let out a deep sigh. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected to feel when she woke up, but it certainly wasn’t this. The butterflies that swarmed around in her core were relentless, and despite her slight hangover she was buzzing and still on a high from last night.
Alba stirred, and Miki couldn’t keep her eyes off her as she woke up slowly. The woman was so breathtakingly gorgeous that she could have stayed there forever, simply taking her in. They were still on top of the covers, and she marveled at Alba’s curves and her full breasts. Her hands had been there, and her mouth; something that would have seemed unthinkable only twenty-four hours ago. She’d explored every inch of her, and the memory of that sent a wave of arousal through her. Now, she wanted to touch her again, and the need to do so was almost too strong to fight.
“Hey there,” Alba said, her eyes still closed. She blinked a couple of times, then brought her hands to her temples, grimacing as she licked her lips. “Do you have water?”
Miki handed her the bottle from her nightstand and watched her sit up and down half of it.
“That’s better.” Alba wiped her mouth and smiled before she sunk back into the pillows and turned to her. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” Miki had no idea what to say, so she pretended to be sleepy, too.
“How long have you been watching me?” Alba asked with a mischievous look.
“I wasn’t watching you.” Miki felt heat rise to her cheeks and buried her face in her pillow, hiding her grin.
“Yes, you were,” Alba said in a playful tone. She wrapped an arm around Miki and pulled her closer. “And now I’m going to watch you while you…” She lowered her hand between Miki’s legs, then shot up as they heard a knock on the door.
“Ladies, are you in here?” Niran yelled.
“We’re here!” Miki shouted back in a high-pitched tone as Alba quickly pulled her hand away and covered herself with a pillow.
“Okay. We’ve got a pick-up in two hours, so make sure you’re ready. There’s breakfast at the bar if you’re hungry.” They held their breath until they heard his footsteps move down the steps, then burst into hysterical laughter. The voices outside grew louder; good mornings being exchanged and then someone shouting something about coffee.
“Maybe we should join them.” Miki looked at the fragile sliding lock on the door, expecting one of them to barge in at any moment. “Unless you can be really, really quiet,” she added with a smile, tugging the sheet from underneath them and covering them with it. She’d had a taste of Alba and she wanted more while she still had her. The longing in her core hadn’t settled one bit, and already, she was on fire again.
“I think you’re the one who needs to be quiet.” Alba shot her a mischievous grin and rolled on top of her, then pulled the sheet over her head as she moved down Miki’s body.
“Ouch, why is everything so bright?” Alba winced against the sun as they came out and she hastily put on her Ray-Bans. A table was set up in front of the bar, where the rest of their group was feasting on a breakfast of fresh fruit and fried rice.
“Come on, guys, stop making stuff up.” Alba sat down and patted the seat next to her at the end of the table.
“Good morning.” Miki rolled her eyes and chuckled, but otherwise ignored Cathy’s remark. She’d hoped the woman would be a little more subtle now that she was sober, but the opposite was true. “You guys look suspiciously chirpy after those shots,” she said, then looked over the table. “Wow, this is amazing. Thank you, Prem.”
“Amazing indeed, but guess what?” Richard looked beat. “There’s no coffee.”
“No coffee?” Alba exclaimed dramatically. “Oh no, what are we going to do?” Although she was joking, Miki could see a hint of panic in her eyes, and she knew the feeling all too well. She didn’t function without coffee in the morning either, which was the reason why she always carried a jar of instant coffee with her.
“Do you have boiling water?” she asked Prem, who nodded and shot her a hopeful look.
“Yes. I normally have coffee too, but someone left the can open and there are bugs in it, so I can’t serve it.”
“No worries, I have some.” Miki went back to fetch the liquid gold that was sure to make everyone very happy and was rewarded with applause when she returned.
“Thank you for saving the morning,” Prem said, eagerly dishing out the coffee before pouring boiling water into the mugs.
“You’re welcome. It’s the least I can do in return for such a great night.” Miki sat down next to Alba, who had already plated some fruit for her, and took in a deep breath as she gazed over the spectacular shoreline. The island truly was paradise and now that the sun was out and the sand had dried, it had returned to its iconic white color that stood beautifully against the azure blue of the ocean. Palm trees were quietly rusting in the breeze and the monkeys who were sneaking around, hoping to get their hands on the fruit, were hugely entertaining. Laughter filled the air as Miki and Alba caught up on last night’s happenings after they’d gone to bed.
“God, I don’t know why I’m on such good form,” Rita said, and moaned as she took the first sip of her coffee. “I think I might still be drunk.”
“I think you’re all still drunk.” Miki stirred sugar into her coffee as she studied each and every one of them with an amused smile. Cathy had mascara stains under her eyes and her blonde, curly hair was sticking out on one side where a big knot had formed. Richard was wearing her diamanté-studded shades and a towel around his waist. Rita and James were wearing the same clothes as last night; James’ T-shirt was covered in blue stains and Rita’s top had a cigarette burn at the shoulder. Niran was only wearing his swimming trunks, still dripping wet from a recent swim, and he was in good spirits too, the goofy grin never leaving his face as he ate his breakfast. Prem and his wife were showered and dressed and looked like they were in a reasonable state, but then again, they did own a bar and probably dealt with situations like this on a regular basis.
“Oh girls, you missed out,” Rita said, snickering as she told them about how Cathy had taken on the challenge of snorting port, which sounded awfully painful and unhealthy. She shot Miki a curious glance, then turned to Alba. “So, did you guys sleep well?” She articulated the word ‘sleep’, drawing it out mockingly, making quote marks in the air.
Alba looked as innocent as a little lamb while she sipped her coffee. “I slept like a log, thank you.”
“I slept great, too.” Miki tried to act nonchalant, but failed to stop her cheeks from turning red, and that led to even more entertainment, with quiet chuckles going around the table. “What?” she asked, her eyes widening as everyone burst out in uncontrollable laughter.
“Whatever you say, darling.” Cathy winked at her, then nodded to the shore. A boat was approaching, by the looks of it, headed for the pier. “I think our ride is here.” She patted Richard on his shoulder. “Could you go and get our luggage, dear?” The bracelets around her wrists were clinking as she stood up and rubbed her forehead. “Oh boy, I think my hangover is kicking in. I’ve rarely had so much fun, though. You’ve all been a blast and I don’t say that lightly.”
“Same,” Rita said. “But getting back to our beautiful condo in Phuket and having a real shower isn’t going to be so bad either. Where are you two heading?” she asked Miki and Alba.
“Cambodia, I think,” Alba said. “Or any other interesting and pretty place the budget airlines will take me.” She turned to Miki. “You?”
“Not sure yet. I’ll figure it out once I get Wi-Fi and have a look at my options.” It hit Miki then that she was about to say goodbye, and that made her stomach drop. Her short stay had been unforgettable, perhaps even life-changing, and she had Alba to thank for that.
As the boat moored at the pier and Niran sprinted over to help the boatman secure it, she wished time would slow down, so she could steal another moment with the gorgeous woman who’d made her feel all kinds of things she wasn’t used to. It was all so new and raw and wonderful, and the constant flutter in her belly made her feel alive like never before. Alba looked downcast too as they stood up to get their things, but she didn’t say anything to indicate she wanted to spend more time together either.
Back in the cabin, as they got ready to depart, Miki watched her sling the backpack over her shoulder and again, she felt that flutter, a tug to be near her, to kiss her.
“Wait.” As if reading her mind, Alba took hold of Miki’s wrist when they were about to leave the cabin, and gently pushed her against the closed door. “Thank you,” she whispered, bringing her mouth close to Miki’s. “I really mean that.”
“I think I should be the one to thank you,” Miki said, melting as their eyes locked. She half expected Alba to come out with a joke about turning her gay, but instead she leaned closer, and her smile faded.
“I won’t forget this.” She pressed her mouth to Miki’s, cupped her face and kissed her long and deep.
Miki closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Alba’s neck, savoring the feel of her body and the all-consuming kiss. Their last kiss. No one had kissed her like Alba, like she was everything that mattered in that moment. In the distance someone called their names and she regretfully pulled away. “I won’t forget either.”
Chapter 6
The boat crashed over a wave and Miki was thrown against the seat in front of her. Her eyes fluttered at the wind whipping around her face and the splatter of water as it washed over the sides, the persistent droplets cooling her warm skin. Rita, James, Richard and Cathy cheered when the mainland came into sight, but she was unable to share their enthusiasm, and wished they’d had more time on the island. Suddenly, one night didn’t seem nearly enough, because that one night had been unforgettable, and she had no idea what to do with all the feelings that were making her restless, and the questions and thoughts that were now running through her mind. Alba was next to her, but the engine was so loud that that they hadn’t exchanged a word in the twenty minutes they’d been on the water. When the boat slowed and the engine settled down to a steady hum, she took Miki’s hand and wrapped it firmly in her own.
Miki turned to her and swallowed hard, surprised by the intimate gesture. Alba didn’t seem like the hand holding type, and it touched her.
“Do you mind?” Alba asked, looking down at their hands as she entwined their fingers.
“No.” Miki smiled and tightened her grip, her insides turning to mush within seconds. This woman had her swooning over her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. “I thought you said you weren’t romantic.”
Alba chuckled. “Yeah well, I lied.” She pulled a lock of hair behind Miki’s ear and stroked her cheek with her thumb, ignoring the curious looks from the others in their group. “I ehm… I never asked you for your number,” she said. “But if you want to leave it like this, I totally understand.”
Miki’s face pulled into a huge grin, her heart skipping a beat as she shook her head. “No, I’d love to exchange numbers.�
� Alba looked relieved and the vulnerability in her voice was beyond cute. She took Alba’s phone and entered her details. “Message me so I have your number, too. I’d love to know what you’re up to.”
“Thank you.” Alba sent her a message and put her phone back in her backpack. “Done.” She hesitated as they docked, opening her mouth, then closing it again as if she wanted to say something more but decided against it.
“Are you staying here tonight, or are you moving on right away?” Miki asked, hoping they could have a coffee together because right now, she’d do anything to be with her for another hour or two.
“I’m not sure yet. I think I’ll head for the ferry terminal. Niran told me I could take a ferry to Cambodia from here, so I want to check the timetable. You?”
“I’m going to look for a place to spend the night. I’d love to have a real shower.”
Alba laughed. “With real soap and shampoo. That sounds good.” She got up and helped Miki out of the boat, then jumped onto the pier herself. Their conversation was interrupted by hugs and goodbyes, their new friends keen on exchanging numbers too.
Miki gave Alba a long, tight hug while the others were discussing where to meet up for dinner later. When she let go, Alba pulled her back in and surprised her by kissing her so fiercely that she almost lost her breath. Suddenly, it turned really quiet around them, but she didn’t care. It felt right and perfect, and she could have kissed her forever.
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