Bared to Him

by Jan Springer

  Leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world, he ran the bar of soap over and around, and under her left breast. Then he came toward her nipple. He lathered soap over it, and then teased her nipple by plumping and tweaking it until pleasure pain exploded and she was gasping. Then he moved to her other breast doing the same.

  “Listening to your sexy little whimpers while you slept and hearing you call out my name was too much for me to take the other morning. And your scent when you are aroused…”

  She followed his gaze as he looked down. She blew out a tense breath upon discovering his erection was an angry red. The thick length was angling up toward his belly. She’d forgotten how huge his shaft could get. Her lips tingled as she remembered how his penis had stretched her mouth and pulsed against her tongue when she’d orally taken him.

  She inhaled as he rubbed the bar of soap over her belly and then her abdomen. The water that sluiced over her shoulders allowed him to lather the soap into a slippery lube-like substance. He massaged his hands down her body in circular motions. Having his fingers smoothing over her skin was both electrifying and exciting.

  As his soapy hands neared her pubic bone, she swallowed and tensed with excitement. Erotic shivers shuddered through her as he slipped the slippery bar between her thighs and slowly and tenderly rubbed her pussy with it. He lathered around her labia and smoothed it over her clit. A couple of his soapy fingers dipped into her vagina. Intimately, he pressed against her vaginal muscles and before she could experience too much arousal, he dipped his fingers out of her again.

  Then he ordered her to turn around to face the shower. The spray splashed over her breasts and her nipples immediately went hard and erect.

  She moaned and relaxed her shoulders as he soaped her back, her hips and then inward to her lower back. He lathered her butt cheeks, caressing them intimately with his palms, and then moved to the back of her thighs and the rest of her legs. She was ordered to move forward until the water chased away all of the soap from her body.

  A delicious strawberry scent drifted along the wisps of steam as he squirted some of her shampoo into her hair. The scent reminded her of the sweet berries her dad grew out on a small plot of cleared land behind the huge workshop where they created their luxury yachts.

  Using his fingers, Gray massaged her scalp with sweet little circles. He took his time, and she moaned softly as her entire body relaxed. Having him touching her was heaven. He made her forget the fear she’d experienced while she’d been fighting the storm. He chased away the terror that had rocked into her that the boat would capsize and she’d drown and never see him again. Those negative thoughts simply disappeared.

  When he was finished shampooing her hair, he grabbed the showerhead off its base and aimed the pulsing spray over her hair, rinsing the shampoo. She turned around and he sprayed any remaining soap and shampoo off her.

  “You were pretty tense before. Feel better?” he asked as he placed the showerhead back into its base.

  She nodded and smiled. Yeah, she was feeling very good.

  “Good, and now the fun begins,” he said in a throaty voice.

  He slid open the shower door, seized a towel from the shelf just outside the stall, and then shut the door. He rolled the towel and then dropped it on the ceramic floor in front of her. The towel was immediately soaked.

  What in the world was he up to?

  His steel-muscled chest flexed as he grabbed the bar of soap again, and lathered it between his hands, and then he replaced the bar on the soap dish. He dropped onto his haunches directly in front of her, using the towel as support for his knees. His hot breath caressed her pussy. As he looked up at her, his eyes blazed with lust.

  Oh. Now she understood.

  “Pass me the showerhead.”

  She did as he asked and handed it to him. He aimed the item at the floor and adjusted it until the spray turned into a pounding jet of water. Her breaths grew quicker as she realized what he was about to do to her.

  “Touch your breasts.”

  Arousal coursed through her at his rough voice. She did as he asked, the thought of him watching her touching herself, almost made her come on the spot.

  She kept eye contact with him as she reached up, and cupped her breasts. A muscle jumped in his right cheek as he watched. She pulled and twisted her nipples and they became quite stiff. Tension built quickly inside her vagina.

  He slid the showerhead between her thighs. He held the item a few inches away from her body and aimed the pummelling spurts of water at her pussy. She gasped at the intoxicating impact. Using the stream of water, he leisurely traced her pussy lips, spraying the pulsating water over her sleek folds.

  With his other hand, he reached up and opened her labia. When the water hit her clit, pleasure zipped through her sensitive bundle of nerves. She cried out at the wicked impact and gyrated her hips as arousal coursed through her.

  Quickly, he dropped the showerhead and moved his head forward. She cried out as his ultra-hot mouth melted over her pussy. He sucked her clit between his lips, his tongue dabbing, and stroking until she shivered at the electric sizzles enveloping her.

  Frantic now, she grabbed his head, her fingers twining into his hair. She panted and held tight, bucking against him as she exploded in a shower of pleasure.

  His tongue slipped into her pussy and he sucked. The exquisite pressure destroyed her senses sending all thoughts to spinning away. Warm cream streamed down her vagina and into his mouth.

  She heard him growl as he lapped and sipped at her pussy. Her thighs quivered and her legs weakened as he continued to suck. When her tremors ebbed, he grabbed the showerhead and aimed it once against her too sensitive clit. She shattered as another orgasm quickly mounted.

  Before she could come, he dropped the showerhead and his hands gripped her wrists. Forcefully he pulled her hands from his hair. Her eyes popped open with surprise, but excitement roared through her as he suddenly stood. Using his teeth, he ripped open the condom package and within seconds, he had his engorged cock sheathed.

  He turned toward her. His lips were red, his face flushed. His gaze captured hers.

  “I want you so bad, Miranda,” he whispered. He was breathing harshly and his voice was so thick with excitement that she could feel his emotions crash over her senses.

  Exhilaration. Arousal. Domination.

  She whimpered as he lowered his head. His mouth covered hers like a heat-seeking missile. His cockhead stretched into her vagina about two inches. His girth was immense. Impossibly big.

  He stopped his cock from entering any further, and then he broke the kiss.

  “Do you want me?” he muttered. His hot breath fanned over her face.

  Frustration and arousal scrambled through her.

  “I want you. I need you. Fuck me,” she demanded.

  His mouth slid over hers again, his tongue probing deep into her mouth, the invasion sending shivery sensations cascading through her.

  He bucked his hips and she cried out as he thrust his cock into her. Her inner muscles quickly stretched and accommodated the long, swollen intrusion. He withdrew and thrust into her again. In the way he angled his cock, his thickness erotically rubbed against her clit, creating an awesome friction. He thrust harder. Faster.

  An explosion rocketed through her. She shuddered and gyrated her hips, moving swiftly into the pleasure. Her vagina tightened around his flesh like a vise.

  He groaned.

  She bucked against him. She loved the quakes raining down on her. Loved the exhilaration dancing through her mind. She loved him.

  At that thought happiness seared through her. She loved him. Had for some time. Why hadn’t she seen it before? She pushed her question away and flowed all the way into the pleasure.

  * * * * *

  “How does it feel when you Turn?” Miranda asked as she lay wrapped in his strong arms, her pussy pleasantly sore from his powerful thrusts and her emotions so calm and carefree that her laid back att
itude, almost frightened her.

  Yet, his scent calmed her right back down. If calm was the right word. As she smelled him, her nostrils flared and her pussy clenched. It seemed as if she could sense every emotion in him now. As if she was in tune with him. It was weird. But she liked it.

  “For everyone it’s different. Some Turn fast. Some slow. Some have hot fantasies like you do and for others their skin gets ultra-sensitive. There are any number of combinations. All kinds of feelings and emotions during the Change.” he whispered against her left ear.

  Oh, her skin was more than sensitive. She was well on her way to the Change.

  “No, I mean you. How do you feel just before you Turn at twilight?”

  He grinned and held her closer. He seemed pleased that she was asking these questions. But she was curious. She wasn’t terribly afraid of changing because over the years she’d secretly learned to accept that she may end up like her mother despite her father not wanting her to.

  “Well, let me see. When it starts to get dark, there is this incredible pull for me to get into the ocean. So, I follow my instincts and I get into the water. That’s what will happen to you. You’ll be scared the first few times it happens but once you get used to it, you’ll be fine. My advice is to follow your instincts and you’ll be okay.”

  “How does it feel? Is it painful when your arms and legs turn into tentacles?”

  He shook his head.

  “Not really. Not for me. Some Octo’s experience some form of pain. Some don’t. I just make sure I’m in the water because it soothes my body. Soon there’s tugging and pulling sensations on my limbs. My arms and legs begin to feel longer and plumper as the tentacles form. They begin to feel ultra-sensitive, especially the suction cups and the tips.

  “What about…your…cock. What happens? It stays the same, right?” She’d read on the top secret Octoposeidon website that a male’s cock remained pretty much the same when they Turned. Except for some males, their shafts got bigger. And for females, their vaginas remained intact except a storage area formed during each Turn. The area allowed sperm to incubate until she decided to impregnate herself. But while having sex in her human form, she could get pregnant just like a human. During that shift, she had no control over pregnancy, except of course, through some form of birth control such as condoms.

  “My cock stays intact and acts the same as when I am human. It torments me whenever I think of you.”

  She was glad he was tormented by her. It meant he must crave her, just as she was doing him.

  “My insides feel different too as organs start to readjust themselves. You do know that while in Octo form we develop three hearts?”

  She nodded.

  “Yes, two hearts pump water through what are similar to gills where they extract oxygen and then the other heart pumps it around the body. Calder told me once that some Octo, including himself, when they revert back to human form, their three hearts remain, while for others they have one, just like a human. That’s another reason to make sure Octoposeidons remain a secret from the human population,” she said.

  “Good girl, you’ve done your homework. I’m impressed.”

  “And I know that a breathing apparatus forms behind our ears. Kind of like gills and that’s how we can survive beneath the water.”

  “That’s right. We also have a hard time breathing air while we are about to Turn. It’s best to stay above the surface for as long as possible so your gills are fully formed before you slip under the water. Some have been known to panic and dive under too quickly and end up drowning.”

  “Oh, not good.”

  He smiled. “But good to know.”

  “What else should I know?”

  “Well, while I’m swimming under the sea and I’m all alone at night, I dream about all the delicious things I want to do with you.”

  She grinned and happiness bubbled through her.

  “You dream about me?”

  “Yep, just like you do about me. Except mine are while I’m awake and I must say they torture me.”

  To her surprise, he drew her earlobe into his hot mouth and sucked gently. Incredible sensations whipped through her.

  “You sure know your stuff,” she giggled.

  It was unbelievable at how wonderful he could make her feel.

  “I can smell that you’re about to Turn and I want you to promise me that you’ll stay calm when it happens and just follow your instincts. They won’t steer you wrong.”

  Yeah, right.

  “When do you think it will happen?” she asked.

  He shook his head.

  “I don’t know. Could be tonight. Could be in a week or two. In almost all cases, the female changes before the male so I can be there to help. In the meantime, we’ll just have to take it as it comes.”

  “Easy for you to say.”

  He chuckled.

  “It will be easy once you get used to how easily your body changes.”

  “Promise?”

  “I promise.”

  She snuggled closer to him. It felt so right being here in his arms. Like she was safe, protected, and loved.

  “And I want you to be my mate,” he said.

  A thrilling emotion bubbled through her. He wanted her as his mate.

  “I don’t know how your father is going to take it so I will have to run it by him.”

  She stiffened. Run it by her father? A burst of irritation made her frown.

  “You don’t have to tell him anything. I’m freaking twenty-five human years old. It’s my business who I mate with and who fucks me.”

  “You don’t want him to know about us?” he asked. Surprise was quite evident in his voice.

  “Of course, I do. But I’ll do the telling when I feel it is appropriate.”

  “I feel I should tell him. I owe him not to go behind his back.”

  Miranda turned in his arms and gazed up at him. His jaw was set and his eyes flashed with a seriousness she’d not seen before. She realized he was determined to continue treating her like a child.

  “I am a woman, Gray. I don’t need my dad’s permission and I’d prefer if you don’t tell him anything about us. He’s my dad and it’s my personal business. Oh Octoposeidon! Why are you trying to embarrass me where he is concerned?”

  Anger burst in his eyes.

  “Why can’t you be mature about this?” he snapped.

  Bastard! He was right back to his annoying self again!

  “You fuck me and you call me immature?”

  “If the shoe fits…,” he said tightly. The muscles in his chest were coiled tightly now and he appeared as tense as she was feeling.

  How rude!

  Miranda struggled out of his arms and climbed out of bed.

  “Well! If you aren’t the most insufferable son of a bitch, I have ever met!” She began gathering her clothes as he cursed softly.

  “I cannot believe this. I just can’t,” she mumbled as she headed toward the door.

  “I should have known better, Miranda. I shouldn’t have touched you.”

  She whirled around and caught him sitting up in bed. He seriously looked regretful. Before he’d fucked her he had said he would regret bedding her, hadn’t he.

  “No! You shouldn’t have fucked me if you thought I wasn’t mature enough.”

  She didn’t wait for an answer. She was too pissed off. Seriously, was he not man or Octo enough to say he wanted her to be his mate without going to her father for his approval? Was it too much to ask that he tell her he craved her like crazy. That he wanted her no matter what and he didn’t care if her father approved or what her father thought? And he was calling her immature?

  The man was so irritating that suddenly she had no idea why she was attracted to him. Well, no more. Once they delivered the yacht, they were taking home separate flights. End of story.

  * * * * *

  Damn, irritating woman, Gray thought as he pulled anchor, switched on the engine and steered the yacht toward t
he open sea. The storm had subsided, and golden rays of sunshine were peeking through white puffy clouds. The sunlight streamed down and sparked like jewels off the white-capped waves.

  The scenery was picture perfect. He should call Miranda to come and check out the beauty of the sight. He knew she loved afternoons like this, but the last thing he wanted was another argument. He was right about going to Jack and letting him know his intentions toward his daughter. He was right.

  End of story.

  Chapter Five

  Miranda frowned as she watched Gray’s head disappear beneath the dark ocean waves. Despite being mad at him, she ached for him too. They hadn’t spoken since their argument yesterday. In a couple of days they would deliver the yacht and then they would go to Calder’s marina where the wedding and reception were taking place. After the wedding, they would head back to their old life in Alaska.

  Suddenly travelling separately back home just didn’t have the appeal it had yesterday. Being mad at him didn’t sit well either. Gosh, before having sex with him, she’d had no problem staying mad at him. Now, she just wanted to be near him.

  An overwhelming urge to jump into the ocean suddenly swept over her and almost toppled her. Instincts told her she had only minutes to get into the water in order to survive. Confusion and a wave of dizziness made her grip the wheel. She gazed down at her hands and gasped.

  They were pulsating and getting darker. What the hell? Gray had said females Turned before males…usually. Oh damn. She would have to be the exception.

  Steady, Miranda. Steady.

  Was she going to Turn? Now? She couldn’t Turn. The boat wasn’t even secure.

  Shit. This could not be happening.

  Panic zipped through her as the urge to jump into the water grew. She was too far off shore to drop anchor. If she simply left the boat, it would float along unattended. Someone might find it and claim it. Or the Coast Guard would seize it and ask questions.

  Maybe she could steer the yacht closer. Maybe…

  Hurriedly, she aimed the boat toward the sandy shoreline and jammed the thrusters into full speed. The yacht lurched forward and she almost lost her footing.