Page 62 of Vacation with the Ice Queen

The observation felt both exposing and affirming—to be seen so clearly, yet appreciated rather than judged for what was revealed.

As darkness fell, they moved closer together on the cushioned lounge. Serena found herself unwinding into the simple pleasure of proximity, of conversation without agenda, of moments strung together by nothing more complicated than mutual interest.

When Lila shivered slightly in the evening breeze, Serena reached for a light throw blanket without thinking, draping it over both their legs. The casual domesticity of the gesture struck her only after she'd done it.

"Thank you," Lila said, shifting closer until their shoulders touched. "For dinner. For today. For all of it."

"I think I'm the one who should be thanking you," Serena replied, turning to face her in the gentle glow of candlelight.

"For what?"

"For showing me things I wouldn't have seen on my own." Serena reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind Lila's ear, letting her fingers linger against the soft skin of her neck. "The underwater world. The way morning light changes the beach. How to actually be present instead of just physically occupying space."

Lila's eyes were dark and luminous in the dim light. "You were ready to see those things. I just happened to be here when you were looking."

The modesty in her response only increased Serena's certainty that whatever was growing between them was genuine, not calculated. Lila wasn't trying to claim credit or leverage their connection; she was simply being herself, responding honestly to the moment they shared.

"I'm glad it was you," Serena said softly, closing the remaining distance between them.

The kiss began gently, even if impulsively, a natural extension of their conversation. But unlike their earlier kisses, this one evolved with unhurried exploration. There was no rush,no desperate grabbing, just the gradual building of sensation and connection.

Lila's hands slid up to frame Serena's face, her touch both reverent and sure. Serena found herself melting into the contact, her usual sharp edges softening under that gentle attention.

When they finally separated, both breathing a little faster, Serena felt something shifting inside her—boundaries rearranging, priorities realigning around this new center of gravity between them.

"Stay," she whispered, the invitation encompassing more than just the night. "Stay with me."

The word hung between them, simple yet profound. Lila's answer came not in words but in the way she leaned forward, reconnecting their lips with a kiss that held acceptance and promise in equal measure. Her hands moving to the buttons of Serena's blouse made her intentions clear.

Serena, her eyes flickering with the candlelight, watched as Lila's nimble fingers danced over the buttons of her blouse. Lila's touch was a balm to Serena's soul, a tender caress that made her feel seen and cherished. She was a woman who was used to being in control, yet with Lila, she felt a strange urge to surrender. It was a new sensation, this willingness to let go, to allow herself to be vulnerable. And it was exhilarating.

As the last button slipped free, Lila pushed the blouse off Serena's shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her ample breasts. Lila's eyes darkened with desire as she traced the lace with her fingertips, her touch sending shivers down Serena's spine.

Serena reached out, her hands finding Lila's waist. She pulled her closer, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing with each other as they darted around. Lila tasted of wine and desire, a heady combination that made Serena's head spin.

Lila's hands moved lower, finding the zipper of Serena's pants. With a deft flick, she had them undone, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband to cup Serena's ass. Serena moaned into the kiss, her body aching for more.

They broke apart, panting. Lila's eyes were dark with desire as she looked at Serena, her hands still on her ass. "I want you, Serena," she whispered, her voice husky. "I want to taste you, to feel you come undone beneath my touch."

Serena's heart skipped a beat. She nodded, her voice caught in her throat. Lila smiled, a slow, sensual smile that made Serena's body suddenly feel weak.

Lila's hands moved to Serena's bra, unhooking it with a practiced ease. She tossed it aside, her eyes feasting on Serena's bare breasts. She lowered her head, capturing a nipple in her mouth. Serena gasped, her back arching off the bed as Lila's tongue flicked over it before sucking her nipple in deeply.

Serena couldn’t remember the last time she had been so present during sex. If ever.

The things Lila’s mouth was doing to her nipple made it impossible to be thinking about work or anything else.

Lila's hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Serena's panties. She found her wet and ready, and her fingers slipped easily between her folds, finding their way inside. Serena moaned, her hips bucking against Lila's hand.

“Oh, fuck. Lila.” Serena barely recognized herself. Her voice was a desperate whisper. Desperate to take from Lila.

Lila's mouth moved lower, her tongue tracing a path down Serena's stomach. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of Serena's panties, pulling them off in one swift motion. Serena was naked before her, her body trembling with desire.

Lila spread Serena's legs, her eyes locking with Serena's as she lowered her head. Her tongue darted out, tasting Serena's wetness. Serena's moans filled the air, her hands fisting in thecushions as Lila's tongue swirled against her clit in rhythmic circles, hitting all the right places.

Serena lay back and closed her eyes, relaxing into the pleasure of feeling Lila’s hot mouth on her. It felt fucking incredible losing herself in the sheer sensation of it.

She felt Lila’s fingers opening her up and pushing inside of her and as she felt them probing deeply and pressing her G spot, she thought she might explode there and then.

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