Chapter 24
Rio blinked slowly awake. The events of the night before slowly resurfacing.
Her wife littering her entire body with kisses, her wife’s scent swirling around her as their bodies intertwined, her wife’s fingers everywhere. Rio flooding their hotel room, Rio trying to get up to clean up her mess and her wife not letting her telling her she’d sort it, Rio falling asleep to Agatha’s fingers running through her hair.
She smiled.
She turned around to lay eyes on the other woman.
Rio screamed.
“Surprise!”
“Alice?!” Rio shrieked. “What the fuck? What are you doing here?”
Alice pulled a face at her from where she lay propped up by her elbow atop the covers. “Okay. And good morning to you too.”
Instinctively, Rio pulled up the covers to her chin when she remembered she was naked apart from her underwear.
“Oh, relax. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Al?!”
“Happy birthday, bitch! Thought you’d be more excited to see me.”
Rio rolled her eyes. “I’m sure I would’ve been if you hadn’t fucking ambushed me in my fucking hotel bedroom.”
“Woah, woah, woah. Ambushed is a strong word. I think you’re meant to say surprised.”
Rio deadpanned.
Alice sighed. “Your wife told us she was taking you to Portofino for your birthday and told us to join you guys. What? You wish we hadn’t come.”
A smile, although Rio didn’t want it to, twitched her lips. “No.”
Alice smiled back. “Good.”
She hugged Rio then, not caring that her friend was naked.
“Thirty-three,” Alice said when she pulled back. “You’re getting old.”
Rio shoved her in the arm.
“Okay,” Alice clapped, getting off the bed. “We’ve got breakfast by the pool in half an hour.” She threw a shirt at Rio’s head. “So, get the fuck up, get ready and let’s go.”
Rio smiled as she pulled the shirt over her head.
***
Although it was only 10:30, it was boiling. The Italian sun shone hot and bright in the sky. Rio had opted for a red bikini, white linen shorts and a matching button-up cover-up. Alice was in a black bikini with denim shorts, her black and red streaked wolf-cut tied back in a messy ponytail.
They walked to the table under an umbrella where their wives sat conversing, laughing. The table already had various fruits and drinks on it.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Agatha said as Rio pulled out her chair. “Happy birthday.”
“Happy birthday, Rio,” Jen said.
“Thank you,” Rio replied with a smile.
She turned to look at Agatha and was met with her lips on hers. She laughed as she relaxed into it.
“Okay, okay,” Jen scolded. “It’s ten in the morning let's cool it with the PDA.”
Agatha flipped her off as she continued to kiss her wife.
Rio pulled away with a smile, wiping at Agatha’s lips from where she’d gotten lip gloss on them.
“How’d you sleep?” Agatha asked.
“Good.”
“Oh, yeah?” Agatha replied with a knowing grin.
“Yeah, real good. Best sleep I’ve had in ages.”
Agatha winked at her.
“How was the flight?” Rio turned to Alice and Jen opposite them.
“It was alright, we were only in France.”
“Mission?”
“Mhm,” Jen hummed, popping a grape in her mouth. “Had to chase down some wanted fugitive.”
“How’d it go?” Rio asked.
Alice and Jen exchanged irritated glances.
“Let’s just say…things didn’t go as planned,” Alice shivered at the thought.
“I’d like to forget about it actually,” Jen said, gulping down her mimosa.
“You’ve come to the right place,” Agatha replied, pointing her champagne glass at her.
“Okay, Riri. Plan for today?” Alice asked.
Rio rolled her eyes playfully at her childhood nickname. She hadn’t heard it in years.
What had Rio wanted to do today? She’d thought about going to Portofino for years, sure, but when she imagined herself going it wasn’t like this. It wasn’t with a beautiful wife who had surprised her with the trip for her birthday, her ex best friend and her wife certainly weren’t there and she was sure she’d be going broke, the flight taking up all her expenses. So now? Now she couldn’t remember for the life of her what she’d always wanted to do.
“Erm…”
Okay, maybe that was a lie. She wanted to spend the day tangled in bedsheets whilst her wife fucked her into oblivion. But she couldn’t do that, not with Alice here.
“Can I think about it?”
“You can do whatever you want,” Agatha smiled. And somehow Rio knew she meant it. That anything Rio wanted today, Agatha would bend over backwards just to give it to her.
***
They’d ended up on a yacht two hours later. Rio had made a passing comment on how she’d liked the look of one of them she saw on the way to dinner last night and Agatha had called up the yachting company and got them on it. Even though it had already been booked out for the day. It was Rio’s birthday, nothing as inconvenient as a yacht being rented out already was going to stop Agatha from giving Rio exactly what she wanted.
She was almost scared she was smothering her. It didn’t happen often (it had only happened twice actually), Agatha falling for someone, but when she did, she fell hard. She’d give them the moon if they asked. That’s why the Wanda situation had fucked her up so badly. They’d been together for so long, she swore they had been so in love, and then Wanda did what she did.
Agatha told herself she was done with it, love. She never wanted to feel so out of control and hopeless ever again. But Rio was Rio and Agatha thought that if she had met her even at the worst points in her life, before she even realised, she was capable of love, she would’ve fallen for her.
It felt so inevitable. Fate…if you will.
Last night had been a dream that she never wanted to wake up from. She’d forced herself to appear confident, in charge like she usually felt whilst having sex. In truth, she was nervous. And no, she would never admit that to a soul on earth. Rio always made her feel nervous, the control she usually found when sex was involved was a façade with her.
She wanted to do everything right somehow not trusting her own (outstanding by the way) abilities to make her partners feel every drop of pleasure she could get out of them. She’d hoped she’d succeeded.
Now far too many mimosas deep the four women were sat at the back of the yacht on comfy white sofas, shoes off, sunglasses on, more champagne glasses in hand as the boat glided across the water.
Agatha watched the other women laugh next to her. She missed this already; she knew she’d look back at this moment tomorrow with this same insight. That she wished she could’ve stayed here, that this was the happiest she’d been in a long time.
She didn’t know if it was the alcohol, but when Rio started running her thumb back and forth along the inside of her upper arm, it made her entire body pulse with want. In fact, Rio touching her in any way today made her entire body pulse. Her fingers had brushed against Agatha’s as she took the room key from her hand earlier and Agatha had to stop herself from pouncing on her right then and there.
She’d thought the feeling would go away. It didn’t. The more she drank the worse it got. Maybe that was a sign for her to stop drinking.
When she’d been silently reflecting, not engaging in the conversation because she was so wrapped up in the moment, now turned in to not being able to speak because she couldn’t form coherent sentences.
All she could think about was how much she wanted Rio.
I really need to kiss her, to touch her, to be inside her.
Those three thoughts on a constant loop in her head.
Agatha was so fucked.
“…Aggs?”
Agatha blinked, by the look on Jen’s face this had not been the first time she’d said her name.
She swallowed. “Yeah?”
“Where’d you just go?” Rio asked, her brows knitted in concern.
“Nowhere,” she laughed. “I’m just drunk.”
Lazy smiles painted each of the women’s lips.
“Cheers to that,” Alice said, raising her glass.
The sound of clinking filled the deck as the women brought their glasses together.
“Okay, come on,” Rio said once she’d set her glass down. Her hand outstretched for Agatha to take.
“Where we going?”
“I need to pee.”
“Ew,” Alice teased. “Are you guys one of those annoying couples that are always attached to the hip?”
“Today we are. I need her like I need oxygen, Alice. I can’t breathe without her,” Rio said dramatically, tossing her head back and fanning herself.
Alice kicked at her playfully.
“Get out of here,” Jen laughed, throwing a pillow at them as they made their way through the sliding doors.
Agatha kept blinking to keep herself steady. She was glad for the air-conditioning. It was helping her stay grounded. Helping her think about anything else but Rio’s warm hand in hers, about how she could feel Rio’s pulse through her fingertips as they pressed into her hand, about how Rio’s thumb kept stroking her skin.
They smiled and exchanged small greetings with the yacht crew, reassuring them everything was fine they just needed the restroom.
They cautiously made their way downstairs to the bathroom. The yacht kept rocking, slamming them into the walls. Rio was laughing and Agatha was sure she would be too if she could get her brain off the thoughts that were on loop.
Rio pushed open the bathroom door and Agatha lost all self-control. She grabbed Rio and pushed her against the door before crashing their lips together.
She’d never get bored of the sensation that shot through her whenever Rio’s lips were on hers. They were so soft, so wet, and today, sticky from the lip gloss her wife kept applying. When Agatha finally pulled back, said lip gloss was ruined, the deep pink liquid spread across Rio’s lower face.
She looked ruined already and Agatha hadn’t even done anything yet.
“Let me taste you,” Rio panted.
Agatha blinked. She hadn’t thought about being touched once today; all she wanted to do was touch Rio.
“I…” she started. “Wait no. It’s your birthday.”
“Yeah.” Rio flipped them so now Agatha was pressed against the wall. “And what I want,” Rio started lowering herself to the ground. “Is to taste you.”
Her hands were on the thin straps keeping Agatha’s purple bikini bottoms in place. Rio was on her knees now, looking up at her with…what was that?
It wasn’t necessarily hunger, more devotion. She felt as if Rio wanted to give her everything. The same way Agatha wanted to give Rio everything.
…Or maybe she was just drunk.
Agatha nodded and a mischievous grin spread across Rio's lips.
Without warning she yanked off Agatha’s bikini, pushed her legs open and dove in.
A strangled gasp left Agatha’s mouth as Rio’s tongue made contact with her centre. She arched her back off the door and Rio pushed her back with a forceful hand. She hit the door with a thud.
With a flat tongue, Rio ran it across her entire core like she was licking fucking ice-cream. It sounded like she was too with the way she moaned in pleasure. As if Agatha tasted sweet and creamy like the dessert did.
Agatha was glad for the hand keeping her in place. She was sure she would’ve fallen to the floor otherwise.
She squeezed her eyes shut; head pressed hard against the wall as the pleasure ripped through her.
Rio’s strokes were long and slow. It was like she was savouring the taste of her.
The next moan that left Agatha’s lips surprised even herself with the volume of it. Rio rolled her tongue around her clit before she started gently sucking. Agatha’s hands flew to Rio’s hair immediately. She needed something to hold on to. To ground her to this plane as Rio was trying her hardest to take her out of it.
She felt Rio’s free hand trail up her inner thigh before it joined Rio’s tongue. It replaced Rio sucking her clit, her thumb instead applying the pressure as Rio’s tongue continued to work through her folds as Agatha rode her face.
She came soon after. The hand holding her in place loosing as she practically levitated off the door.
Rio’s hand pulled away, but her tongue kept going and didn’t stop until Agatha’s pants softened.
“Fuck,” Agatha murmured in the haze of it all.
Rio wasn’t done, cleaning up her mess with her tongue. Agatha felt it travel up her inner thighs and dart back inside her core.
When Agatha could see her full face again, Rio had a shit-eating grin on her glistening mouth.
“Next time,” Rio said, her tongue licking Agatha’s slick off her lips. “I want to hear you. You weren’t loud enough for my liking.”
Agatha raised an eyebrow. “You wanted the yacht crew to hear us? I was trying to be considerate.”
“I want everyone to hear how good I can get you to sound.”
A challenging smile spread across Agatha’s lips then. “Okay.” She pulled Rio to stand. “Your turn then.”
Rio didn’t get the chance to reply. Agatha flipped them once more, pressing her wife against the door and wasting no time dipping a finger into Rio’s bikini bottoms, pressing a finger into her entrance.
She groaned at the feeling. “This all for me?” She teased, as Agatha met no resistance.
“Who-” Rio cut herself off when Agatha added another finger. “Who else would it be for?” Rio whimpered.
“No, you’re right, baby,” Agatha replied, running the fingers easily through Rio’s folds. “Because you wouldn’t let anyone else touch you like this would you?”
Rio shook her head as her body shuddered. “Never again,” Rio said through pants.
She might as well have just told Agatha her mother had died. It was music to Agatha’s ears.
“You mean that?” Agatha said, adding a third finger.
Somehow, she knew Rio did, she just wanted her to say it again.
“I’ve never meant anything…” Rio jolted as Agatha’s fingers sunk knuckles deep. “…more.”
The smile that painted Agatha’s lips was one she was sure she’d never worn before.
Rio’s walls clenched around her fingers, her slick seeping onto her knuckles, the action showing just how much she meant what she’d said.
And oh, Agatha couldn’t name a better feeling. She felt like saying something stupid like she loved Rio or something, but she gained control of her thoughts and focused on the task at hand.
“I wanna hear you,” Agatha said as Rio started grinding down on her fingers.
It was as if Agatha had let floodgates open.
Rio started moaning immediately. The sounds unchecked and senseless as if she’d given up control over them. As if she were vocalising how good her body felt.
Agatha thought she might come all over again from the sounds Rio was making alone.
She picked up her pace, her fingers pumping into Rio fast and hard. Rio kept up, her grinding matching the rhythm.
“Jesus, you feel so good,” Agatha got out. She doubted Rio could even hear her over her own sounds.
Agatha couldn’t help herself. She leaned in and kissed Rio, stealing the breath from her lungs. She felt Rio’s walls flutter around her soon after. She drew back to allow Rio to vocalise the effects of her orgasm.
The sound came out as high-pitched desperate whimpers and she swore there was no better sound in the world.
Rio slung her arms lazily around Agatha’s neck, letting Agatha fuck out every last aftershock out of her system.
With her fingers still inside Rio she let her free arm wrap around her back, holding tightly against her body, resting her chin on her shoulder. Rio’s scent wafted up her nose and she felt a new wetness in between her legs.
Seriously? We just fucked!
They couldn’t go again; they’d already been gone far longer than was considered polite.
“The yacht crew definitely heard you,” Agatha teased.
She could hear the smile in Rio’s voice when she said, “Good.”
Agatha laughed withdrawing her fingers. She felt the flinch that always came whenever she withdrew from Rio so hugged her tighter.
“You okay, my love?”
Rio’s body jolted again at the sound of the pet name.
“Yes, mi amor,” came the reply. “Are you?”
“Never better,” she smiled.
Agatha pulled back then until Rio’s face came into view. She tucked Rio’s hair behind her ear before pulling her in to place a gentle kiss on her lips.
Ten minutes later, the two wives returned to the back of the ship. Hands washed, makeup fixed, hair…hair as good as they could get it.
“You guys have fun?” Alice teased.
“Oh, yeah,” Rio nodded. “Lots of it.”
Alice and Jen exchanged confused glances until the realisation hit.
“Are you two fucking serious?”
“On a fucking boat?” Alice and Jen said simultaneously.
The wives sat down with a laugh.
Agatha snuggled up against Jen to irritate her further.
“Get the fuck away from me, I know where you’ve been.”
Agatha laughed again.