Her Throat. The Sea
She walked into the sea like it belonged to her, leaving heat and silk in the sand behind. She stumbled barefoot from the bar, red dress clinging to rum-slick skin. Coconut oil and sweat perfumed her neck. Her brown hair clung to her cheeks, damp from dancing. She dropped to her knees in the sand, thong vanishing between slick thighs, the dress riding up like it had given up. She pulled him out with one hand and took him in without hesitation. Her mouth was hot, spit already sliding down her chin. The scent of...