Nymphomania


Nomia’s body relaxed back into the water. She reached out and ran her fingers along Thalassa’s slender collar bone. “Very okay.”

“Good,” Thalassa murmured. She pulled Nomia back towards her. “Trust me?”

The last bit of common sense Nomia possessed blew out the window. Every nerve in her body was screaming to touch and be touched by the mysterious woman across from her. Even her brain was egging her on. At last, she stopped fighting and gave into her feelings.

Thalassa eased Nomia onto her back and peeled off Nomia’s green suit. “I saw you swim the first night and I wanted you,” Thalassa whispered. Murmuring in Greek, Thalassa proceeded to explore the curves and crevices of Nomia’s body. She dipped under the water touching Nomia’s hips and back, and then resurfaced between her legs.

Nomia shivered with desire when Thalassa’s tongue penetrated her cunt. A finger slid into Nomia’s pussy, stroking her deep inside. Nomia’s hands thrashed out, searching for something to hold onto. She felt herself falling below the surface, but to her surprise, she could breathe just as well under the water. She leaned backwards, arching her pelvis to Thalassa’s busy mouth. She came moments later with an intensity that left her limp. Thalassa tugged her back to the surface and climbed on top of Nomia, kissing her lightly and nuzzling her face into her neck.

“Stay with me.”

Nomia struggled to keep her eyes open. “Spend the night with you? Okay.”

“No, in Greece.” Thalassa ran her fingers through Nomia’s hair. “In the sea.”