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It’s hardly been a day since they arrived for their big end-of-season holiday with some of the other Arsenal girls. Getting them all to agree on a destination wasn’t difficult: somewhere with sea, sand, sun, and lots of alcohol were pretty much everyone’s only requirements.
It’s hardly been a day, but Leah has already found herself in a bit of a predicament. She has a problem, because she got an idea in her head a few hours ago, and it’s all she’s been able to think about since then.
Obviously, Leah’s seen Jordan’s body a million times before, in every state of dress and undress imaginable. But there was something about lying on a sandy beach in skimpy bikinis, cocktails in hand and sun beating down on them, that flicked a switch in Leah’s brain, and got her thinking about something she’s never particularly considered before.
It started when Jordan, lounging on her stomach on a beach towel and kicking her feet in the air like a teenage girl, had asked Leah to rub sun cream on her back. And when she willingly obliged, starting on her shoulders and working her way down her back and then further still, to her hips and bum and thighs, Leah started thinking things about said thighs that were definitely too X-rated to be thinking about surrounded by their friends, on a semi-public beach, at ten in the morning.
The thing is: Leah’s always known Jordan has nice thighs. She’s known this since they got together a year ago - and long before that, if she’s being truthful. But that’s just a fact - a given - because Jordan has nice everything, y’know? Of course Leah’s extremely attracted to her thighs, alongside all the other things about Jordan that she’s extremely attracted to.
But the thing is that her girlfriend is shaving most days, and it was already hot in England before they arrived here, so she’s also already got the most gorgeous tan going on. Her legs are this delectable, shiny shade of caramel, and Leah wants to lick and suck and bite. And her quads are so strong-looking, and Leah knows how strong they are, knows how it feels to be crushed between them, and all she can think about is how good and satisfying it would feel to grind down hard on one of them to orgasm.
*
By the time everyone’s returning to their rooms for afternoon naps, both Leah and Jordan are tipsy, and giggly, and, most importantly, horny.
Still in just their bikinis, she pushes Jordan onto the bed and climbs on top of her. She’s feeling pleasantly warm and fuzzy from the heat of the sun and the alcohol, and from the ache between her legs that’s been growing all morning, and Leah has one thing on her mind.
Wasting no time licking into her girlfriend’s mouth, she moans in appreciation when she tastes rum and coconut on her tongue. Jordan reciprocates her enthusiasm, too, sighing happily and kissing her back hard and sliding a hand under Leah’s bikini bottoms to squeeze her bum.
One hand planted firmly beside Jordan’s head for stability, Leah’s other goes straight to Jordan’s thigh, feeling up the hard muscle like she’s been dying to do for hours. Replaying the fantasy yet again in her head, she just has to cup her own damp, clothed crotch. The contact makes her shudder, and she groans into the kiss when she presses down and massages herself in circles.
Confused, Jordan looks down, and her jaw drops open when she sees what’s going on. “Jesus, Lee.”
She hears it distantly, but she’s too wrapped up in her own pleasure to respond. She’s so sensitive, has been waiting so long, that it feels fucking amazing, and she has to take her hand off herself before she gets too into it, reminding herself of what she actually wants.
Pulling away from the kiss, she blows cool air onto where she can feel hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. Isn’t this place supposed to have air con? “Jord. Your thigh.” Leah's tone is urgent.
Jordan’s eyebrows knit together in that adorable puzzled look she so often gets when she’s not quite connected the dots of something. “My thigh,” she repeats slowly, “What about my thigh?” She's slurring her words the tiniest bit, noticeable only to Leah because she knows her so well.
Leah presses her mouth to Jordan’s ear like she’s letting her in on some big secret, breathing wetly. “Wanna ride it. Been thinkin’ about it all day. Can I, Jord, please?”
Jordan’s eyes widen, and she sounds pretty fucked out already when she next speaks, voice far away. “Yeah - alright.”
*
Leah moves off of her, giving Jordan room to push up the bed and lean against the headboard. Holding her breath in anticipation, she watches Leah rid herself of her bikini bottoms and clamber clumsily onto her to straddle her thigh.
As Leah settles, experimentally shifting around, she's surprised to feel how hot and wet her girl already is, with practically no foreplay. She can see it, too: her pussy is flushed a deep rose, lips open and swollen, waiting and wanting. Bloody hell - Leah wasn’t lying when she said she’s been thinking about this all day, then.
Gripping onto Jordan’s shoulders and biting her lip, she continues shifting her hips, searching for friction on her fat, pink clit. Jordan licks her lips, a little bit disbelieving that she gets the front-row seat to this whole thing.
Leah grunts in frustration as she struggles to get what she needs, everything a bit too wet and slippery, and, as much as Jordan never wants this view to end, she can’t help but feel a little sorry for her. She takes pity, tightening her quad muscles to give her a firmer surface to rub against.
Leah reaches down to hold herself open with the V of her fingers, revealing her swollen clit and her open hole in all their aroused glory, and wow, Jordan is so gay.
Then, bearing down with more pressure, Leah gets her needy cunt more snug against Jordan’s thigh, and all those things combined seem to do the trick: Leah moans loudly and begins rocking back and forth at a frantic pace, ponytail swinging as her hips drive down hard.
Jordan rarely gets to see her this desperate, this out of control, so completely focussed on her own pleasure.
And Jordan is loving it.
And she wants to see more of it.
Tearing her eyes away from between Leah's legs for a moment, she notices her girlfriend’s nipples are pebbled under her bikini top. One hand resting lightly on Leah’s hip, she uses the other to pull at the strings around her neck. The material falls away with a bit of tugging, and Jordan bites her lip as her breasts tumble out, deliciously round and perky.
She pinches and twists at Leah’s nipple roughly and Leah moans in surprise, and they’re wedged so tightly together that Jordan feels it straight away when her girlfriend gets wetter, dripping down Jordan’s upper thigh to pool in her abs.
“Fuck, yes, Jordan,” Leah hisses, eyes screwed tightly shut, concentrating on not losing the angle while her hips continue working.
As much as Jordan aches to get a hand between Leah’s legs and touch her properly, she’s equally content to just sit back and enjoy the show. Leah just using her body to get herself off like she’s some kind of toy is doing it for her far more than she anticipated; she’s wetter than she’s been in a long time. She bets Leah knew she’d react like this, too. It’s the whole reason they work so well together: they complement each other in every way, know each other’s bodies and turn-ons better than they know their own, sometimes.
And Jordan knows she won’t last much longer, anyway - not now she’s found the friction she’s been craving after being worked up for so long. Leah’s already exhibiting the tell-tale signs she’s close: nails digging harder into Jordan’s shoulder, moans getting higher in pitch, and the grinding of her hips growing increasingly more frantic.
When she does finally get there, she presses herself down onto Jordan’s thigh for a long, long moment, rocking motions having turned tiny as she tries to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible.
She’s breathing heavily by the time she stills completely, face relaxed, lips quirked up at the edges in a faint smile. As soon as she opens her eyes to meet Jordan’s, the smile grows, her eyes crinkling at the edges, and it’s so infectious that Jordan can’t help but grin, too, and so they’re both still smiling too much to do any actual kissing when Leah leans forwards to reacquaint their lips.
*
“Wow. You must've really needed that, babe.”
Leah giggles and rubs their noses together before smacking one more kiss on her lips. “You’re fuckin’ brilliant, Jordan Nobbs.”
“Startin’ to think you only want me for my body.”
“Piss off,” she mumbles, still grinning as she lifts her leg off Jordan so she’s kneeling in the gap of her girlfriend’s spread legs.
She can see she’s left quite the glossy mess on Jordan’s thigh, so she hunches down to lick it up, laving her tongue indulgently like she’s been dying to do all day. The skin is just as caramel-silky-smooth under her tongue as she’d dreamed, and that combined with the taste of herself in the copious amounts of arousal makes her clit twitch in interest, apparently ready for round two.
Jordan lets out a particularly loud moan when she bites down on the muscle, and she tugs out Leah’s ponytail so she can thread her fingers through her hair and pull it while she squirms.
When she’s satisfied with her clean-up job, Leah gets her hands under Jordan’s knees to push them up, giving her some more room to work with. “Your turn.”
Without checking whether she’s wet enough to take them (she knows she will be), Leah tugs aside the crotch of her bikini bottoms to reveal her pussy waiting for her, and plunges two fingers inside.
She knows how much being used will have gotten to Jordan, and that she’ll want to get off quickly, so she immediately starts up an unforgiving pace. Her girl does deserve a reward, after all, and she’s already tightening up around her fingers after barely thirty seconds, her breath catching on each moan.
The wet sounds of her fingers fucking in and out are so dirty that Leah clenches hungrily, could definitely go for another round after this. She can already feel her wrist starting to ache from the sudden, quick pace, so she starts curling her fingers to rub against Jordan’s upper wall, and then uses the tip of her thumb to roughly flick Jordan’s clit, immediately making her girlfriend's back arch spectacularly.
Leah giggles fondly and moves with Jordan, and ten more seconds of that is enough to push her over the edge, and she whines quietly and clamps down so hard around Leah’s fingers that she can’t move them for a few seconds.
When Jordan’s done cumming, she looks completely out of it, and, yeah, maybe Leah does feel a little smug about how quickly she just brought her off.
“Let’s do that again some time, yeah?”