That belligerent bottom lip of Skye's forced its way out and Dee decided it was time to steer away from the subject of Xavion's virility. 'There's more to Xavion than impressive hardware. He has fascinating insights.'
'So do I.' The chin jutted out.
'He's a strong leader.'
'I can be a leader.'
'He has lovely rough, hairy legs.'
Skye frowned. 'You're teasing me again.'
Dee kissed her. Softly. Briefly. 'How could I want Xavion when I have you,' she admonished. 'You have something infinitely more beautiful than a 'big cock'.'
'Do I? What?' Skye's bolshy manner hid an insecurity so endearing Dee wanted to kiss her from head to toe. 'What is it?' she demanded. 'Tell me.'
'These,' Dee whispered as she lowered her hands to cup the fullness of Skye's magnificent breasts. Slick with water, they were heavy, firm and high. 'I have only to look at them to be aroused,' Dee said lovingly. 'Let me look at them.'
Dee led her to the tumble of boulders that separated the encroaching jungle from a corner of their salty playground. There, in the waist deep water, she pressed Skye back over a smooth rock and arranged her — arm here, head just so. Then stepped back to admire the result. 'Close those beautiful eyes.'
Skye shot her an impatient glance. She liked to be the one in control.
'Please?'
Skye rolled her eyes, then closed them, stretching her back and arching her breasts higher in a parody of the cheesecake pose Dee had put her in.
Despite Skye's mocking, Dee caught her breath at the sight. 'Nymph,' she whispered, enchanted by the glistening portrait she'd created.
'Nordic Nymph?'
Dee lay a finger over her lips, quieting her. 'Hush. Let me enjoy.' She slid the finger down Skye's cheek to the wet strands of hair that lay over the rock, then on to twine among individual hairs drifting in the crystalline water.
But not for long. Those firm, womanly breasts drew her hand and soon it was sliding over Skye's shoulder, tracing the arc skywards to encircle a tiny pouted nipple — a bud that appeared too small to be crowning such a lush breast. Then down the other side, backs of her fingers trailing over the girlish row of ribs, before sliding into the water where her lower body was submerged.
'You look like a real mermaid sunning herself on a rock,' Dee whispered.
'I am a real mermaid,' Skye said. 'Can I get up now?'
Dee ignored that. 'Tell me about Belle,' she commanded, her fingers gliding teasingly over the girl's abdomen.
Skye opened her eyes. 'She's coming today. Bringing the two other mermaids back.'
Dee's hand stilled. 'What other mermaids?'
'Zoe and Sasha. They were here before you came. Belle took them away so I could have you to myself.'
Dee ignored her smug expression. 'Who are they? What are they like?' Her mind buzzed with possibilities.
'I don't know if I should tell you,' Skye teased. 'You might prefer them to me.'
Dee bent and gave her a kiss that left both of them breathless. 'Tell me,' she ordered, and Skye relented.
'Sasha is just beautiful,' she said, her voice taking on a dreamy tone. 'She has skin the colour of coffee and eyes like black velvet and she wears the most exquisite jewellery. She's a belly dancer, and when she moves…' Skye closed her eyes in silent rapture.
'What?' Dee poked her. 'Tell me.'
Skye sighed theatrically. 'She's so exotic, so… sinuous. Then there's her taste…'
Dee knew this was her punishment for teasing Skye earlier but she was intrigued enough to go along with it.
'You've tasted her?'
Skye licked her lips. 'Every fragrant inch,' she bragged, 'from the emerald in her head-dress to the rings on her toes, and everything in between.'
Dee licked her own lips, imagining the creamy brown skin under her tongue. 'Belle's bringing her here this morning?'
Skye opened her eyes and looked at Dee. 'Oh. No, you can't…' She shook her head. 'Zoe won't let you near Sasha. She's very jealous.'
'But you said — '
'I had Sasha before Zoe came and they got together. Before you came and we…' Skye trailed off and if Dee hadn't known better she'd swear the girl was embarrassed.
'So they're a couple, and we're a couple? No swapping.'
Skye looked relieved. 'Yes. That's it.'
Dee nodded, keeping her thoughts to herself. 'Then obviously you haven't had Zoe?'
'No.' Skye looked away and Dee could tell she regretted boasting about Sasha. She didn't seem inclined to say more, but Dee asked anyway. 'What's she like? Zoe.'
Skye sighed, then pushed herself upright on the rock. Her breasts swayed invitingly. 'Zoe.' She thought for a minute. 'Tall. Red hair. Pale skin. Always angry.'
'You can talk.' Dee shot back.
Skye looked affronted for a second, then smiled slowly. 'You love me anyway.'
'I want you anyway,' Dee corrected, determined to be honest with Skye on that level. 'Even if you don't have scales, Mademoiselle Mermaid.' Her hand slid over the girl's long thighs as she pushed her back down. 'And how is it that you have legs?' she asked as she parted them to gain entry for her questing fingers.
Skye's chest rose and fell, and Dee found she had to lean forward and take one of those pebbled nipples into her mouth, to taste it's salty flavour, to savour the warmth and femininity of it, and the way it made her stomach liquid with desire.
Skye made to rise, to return the caresses but Dee pushed her back down. 'Lie still. Close your eyes,' she ordered, and surprisingly, Skye obeyed. Dee took this uncharacteristic submission as another gift and wasted no time enjoying it.
As Skye had feasted on her earlier, she now feasted on the much larger bounty of her 'nymph' tangling one hand in Skye's hair to hold her head as she transferred her attention from mouth to breast. Dee's other hand, beneath the water, was buried in shorter blond hair that clung to her fingers like silken seaweed. 'Tell me about Belle,' she ordered, intent on retaining her current domination. 'Have you had her? What did she taste like?'
'That tarantula,' Skye said, her breathing quickening as Dee moved down her body to kiss the undersides of her heavy breasts. 'She never lets me touch her. She…' Skye sighed and arched her back.
'Go on,' Dee breathed, sliding further down until she was positioned between Skye's legs. 'Tell me what Belle does with you?' she asked as she gently parted the damp blonde curls to access the succulence she was intent on devouring. 'Does she do this?' Dee tasted the exquisitely sensitive flesh, feeling Skye shudder at the slight touch. 'Does she make you come?'
'Don't, Wendee,' Skye said, her head shaking from side to side. 'Don't talk about her while you're… Ohhh. Wendee, please. It's too strong.'
'Tell me,' Dee ordered, lightening her touch, teasing the girl with her tongue as she herself had been teased. 'Tell me what Belle does to you.' Dee wanted to know more about the enigmatic petit femme who had brought her to this aquatic idyll.
'It's always the same,' Skye panted. 'She talks to me. Says things.' Her knuckles whitened where she gripped the rock, her body stiff.
'What things?' Dee murmured against the delicious salty flesh, wanting to bite, to suck hard, but managing to restrain herself.
'Bad things. Ahhh.' Skye's hips bucked and Dee moved away to her inner thigh, intent on forestalling the orgasm as long as possible. She wanted to hear about Belle and she knew Skye wouldn't tell unless she was given a
