She was the type of artist that usually took her time, stopping to rest and then going back to painting when the inspirations took her. Today was different. The picture she started dictated her will. Spurring her on, pushing to do more, paint faster, without her even realizing it. Once she'd applied the first stroke of color to the canvas, it was as if a curtain had been unveiled within her creative mind's eye. With fast artistic swipes of her paintbrush, Kelsey couldn't hold back the images that crowded her vision and came to life right before her very eyes.
A knock at her door startled her out of the trance, taking her out of her painting frenzy that started the moment she'd picked up the paintbrush. Setting down her pallet and brush on the side table next to her tall standing easel, she went to answer the door.
When Kelsey opened her front door, Seth's bubbling laughter greeted her.
"Girlfriend, you looked wiped.” Stepping through the doorway, he kept talking. “Did I interrupt anything important, sweetie? I forgot to give you your commission check for the sale of your painting last night. What woman couldn't use a little extra mullah?"
Gathering up her wits, she answered him. “No, I just lost track of time painting."
"Oh ... goodie. Do you have something new for Tom and I?” Seth rubbed his hands together with the expectant joy of a child getting a new toy.
As Kelsey turned toward the archway that separated her painting area from the hallway where she and Seth stood, the setting sun had blanketed the room with furious streams of color, sparking the room in colorful hues of light.
It was the loud gasp from Seth that caught her attention first, then the painting.
Kelsey's hand flew up to cover her gaping mouth. “Oh ... my ... God!” She pulled her hand away from her mouth and held both hands up, inspecting them, turning them front to back, curling and uncurling her fingers as she did. How did I create that painting with these hands? That thought ran through her mind while she stared at them, as if they belonged to someone else. Startled amazement shaded her face.
The late afternoon light displayed the easel in a setting of heavenly fierceness, giving the illusion that the stillness of the painting had suddenly come to life. It was as if the angels above were smiling down on it, highlighting it with their radiance. On the canvas was a breathtaking painting of a merman bursting up through the pounding waves, with his heavily muscled upper body glistening as droplets of water rained down his exposed torso in rivulets of rainbow-filled drops. Accentuating the width of his wide muscled shoulders and defined abs. His upper torso and lean sculptured waist were pure chiseled and stacked bliss. His arms were down straight along each side of his elongated form, giving him the posture of a bullet that had been shot from beneath the surf.
His head arched back and his blonde hair cascaded down his back in a river of molten metallic strands, face up toward the blue tinged sky, as if he was offering himself up as delicious sacrifice for the gods as the ocean spray worshiped his body.
Only a small portion of his pearlescent blue scales were visible, yet the refraction of light upon them, contrasting with the bronzed skin of his upper body, caused both Seth and Kelsey to suck in a breath at the sheer beauty of his likeness the oil paints had so vividly captured on the canvas.
For a good ten minutes neither one said a thing. They just stared admiringly at the painting in front of them. The only apparent sounds in the room were their harsh breathing and an occasional moan or low sexual groan of appreciation.
Seth finally broke the lingering silence, wiping away a single tear that trailed down his cheek. “Kelsey, darling, you have outdone yourself with this luscious creation. He is freaking gorgeous. Tom's birthday is next week and it would be the perfect gift for him. It is for sale, right?” She was sure his question was rhetorical. He really wasn't asking. The man could probably finagle the wings off an angel and buy ice water in hell.
Kelsey looked away from the painting to answer him. “I really hadn't had time to give it a thought, Seth. Like I said earlier, I just painted it."
"Oh ... please. I just have to have it. How about this offer? Five thousand dollars for this painting and in the future the gallery will showcase any further works you produce. What do you say, Kelsey? Do we have a deal?” His excitement had him shifting his feet in place as he waited impatiently for her to accept his offer.
"That is a very generous offer, Seth. I really could use the money to remodel a couple of rooms in my condo.” Kelsey hesitated for a second. “Sure.” But she really wasn't sure about anything right now.
"Great!” Seth clapped his hands together in unadulterated glee. Then quickly turning to head out to his car, he spoke over his shoulder, “I will go right out to the car and write you another check for it. I'll pick the painting up next week. Oh man, Tom will be so surprised when he sees it. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I was at my wits end trying to figure out what to get him. Really, what do you get for someone who has everything? Not that he is picky mind you, but I just want to make him happy."
After Seth wrote out a new check and thanked Kelsey once again for selling him the painting of the merman, he left with a flighty backward wave as he jetted away in his sporty little red convertible.
She wandered back into her workroom, as if the painting was calling to her. It mesmerized her. How in the heck did I do this? Paint this magnificent picture without thought and in such a short amount of time? It was as if a floodgate of talent had opened up and poured out of her and onto the waiting canvas. It all seemed so vague, without thought. It reminded her of when she'd drive absent-mindedly and then when she got to her destination, wonder, “Did I stop at that stop sign?” Or, “I don't remember driving down that street.” Her hands had a will of their own. Possessed with passion to get out the unconscious images she must have had.
Her facial features went from expressionless while gazing at the painting, to eye popping astonishment. A dawning of recollections heralded in her mind, like a light switch had flipped on in her head. A myriad of images flitted through her consciousness at a rapid rate, unleashing her once shrouded memories.
"Seadale ... that's his name.” Her fingers traced his painted image without touching it. Letting her fingers whisper over his merman form. He was real, at least she hoped he was. The carnality that flowed between them was magical and hot. The memories now came rushing at her, a freight train racing out of control. She remembered how his skin felt as she ran her hands along his hard frame, and how sweet his breath tasted, when he kissed her so passionately. Kelsey racked her brain trying to remember his last words to her before the overwhelming explosion of her orgasm turned her out into the darkness. What were the words he whispered so softly her in ear? Think Kelsey, think.
Like the morning sunshine chasing away the darkness of night, it came to her, those words whispered so intimately, in his sexy growling voice. I am just a wish away, remember...
Chapter Five
Seadale stood transfixed as he watched Kelsey through the Wall of Visions staring at the painting she had done of him. He loved watching her work so diligently, trying to get just the right mixture of light to the dark in the painting. He knew some of his magical essence was now hers. His body became achingly hard as he watched her every move.
He craved her, needed her, and lusted for the feel of her body pressed tightly against his. Loving everything about her curvaceously plump body, Seadale couldn't wait to make love to her in every way a man could a woman. He wanted to feel the heat and grip of her sex working along the length of his stiff cock again. Groaning just with the thought of being inside of her once more, he brought the oversized T-shirt up to his nose and inhaled her scent. It smelled of roses and musk, woman and her sex.
Oh yes, what he would do to her when he next got his hands on her body. To hear her moans and whimpers of pleasures, her screams of satisfaction worked like live wires that ran a race throughout his body, igniting his hungers to a higher level. She was a potent elixir he planned to partake of
over and over again. He had so much to show her, tell her about his world, Kelsey only needed to say the words he'd ingrained within her subconscious, through his whispered words and they'd soon be together forever...
* * * *
She sat down later that evening with a garden salad she'd put together. She'd forgotten to eat, caught up in her painting frenzy, and her stomach was growling up a storm.
As she ate, her face wore a look of perplexity. Kelsey knew there was something more she wasn't remembering, but what? She hated it when her mind was as blank as an unpainted canvas. In deep concentration, she slowly chewed her food. Wild and wet sex with a merman, who would've thought in their wildest dreams, but had it been more than just a dream? When she finally thought out and put the puzzle together in her mind, she knew something magical had happened to her. The way she woke up, covered in a thin film of dried salt, hair damp, and then there was her missing T-shirt. No dream was ever that real, leaving you sore and sexually sated, and Kelsey knew the difference. She darn well knew what unsatisfied sex was, and in her dream, it was totally the opposite. Like night and day, hot and cold. The sex in her dream blew away any conceptions she'd had about sex. That kind of sex could alter the universes it was so frickin’ good.
The fork hit the table, clattering to the floor. “Why didn't I think of this before?” Kelsey couldn't believe she'd not thought of it until now. “Everything started when I found the pendant.” Could it just be coincidence? “It sounds logical. What am I saying? Nothing lately has been remotely rational. Even if I am right, everything is far from logical, more like supernatural."
She pushed herself up from the table, abandoning her salad for an adventure, and answers, she hoped.
With her jewelry box opened, she peered down at the sparkling pendant lying nestled in its velvety interior. Is it that easy, the link back to Seadale? His impressively muscled and very tall image seared into her brain, branding her forever. With one dream, she was ruined for any other man. The moment they had touched, she knew he was special, that they'd be special together. Their time had been glorious. Dream or no dream, she had to find out. She was compelled by a driving need burning deep within her and her desire for him seemed to grow with each passing minute, with each bated breath she took.
Drawing in a shaky breath, her unsteady hands reached for the pendant. She carefully held it up to the light saturating it in radiant shafts that jetted around the room. The brilliant effect of the colors from the gemstones danced and sparked as the wash of light fell across it. Giving the impression of something surreal, as if anything was possible within its pure spectral-like display, it filled the room in multicolored factures of light.
The magnifying glass was still sitting on her dresser where she'd left it the night before. With the pendant now draped around her neck, she turned it over with great care, holding it steady in the palm of her hand. She held the magnifier over the wording inscribed around the rim. Kelsey once more read aloud the words that had touched her heart when first she'd read them. “Worn by my true love, the sea will bind thee from above, only a wish away from love."
Taking a deep breath, she made her wish to be with Seadale. The world she was familiar with fell away from around her, and a new crystalline one appeared, a glassy, cavernous chamber filled her vision. A man stood next to a translucent wall, overshadowing its majestic appearance. His strong presence and strikingly handsome façade cause her stomach to jump and twitter. She'd done it! Seadale!
Glued to the spot, Kelsey spoke her thoughts aloud, “You are real. I didn't dream you. How can this all be? If I blink, will you disappear?"
The thought of losing him, tugged at her heart. Tears pricked the back of her eyes. Her loneliness since losing her grandparents, had intensified greatly with the sudden appearance of Seadale in her life. It was more than just the sex—though who'd imagine the heat that flowed and ebbed between them, scalding their souls and bonding their spirits—she felt completely connected and safe with this mysterious and wondrous man. He was her destiny. She wasn't sure how she knew it, she just did. Call it womanly intuition. Sixth sense. Hocus pocus. It all came down to the same thing, her with him. That's what mattered.
A heart-stopping smile materialized upon Seadale's face. His teeth flashed a brilliant white against his sun-bronzed skin. Genuine love radiated off him, like water that flowed endlessly over a waterfall creating a rainbow affect, magically refreshing and crystal clear. What was also clear to Kelsey, was the desire she saw etched on his features and the heat his piercing blue-green eyes cast down on her. He had the appearance of a master hunter sighting his prey, slowly devouring her from head to toe with his gaze. Yet, he waited patiently for her to make the first move.
* * * *
What she didn't know was that he had patience like a thin strand of hair, easily broken without care. But, for her, he would move heaven and hell. Whatever she desired or wished for—she had only to command—he would do. For her, he would do anything.
Seadale finally had the woman he had been waiting for all his immortal life standing before him. He saw a curvaceous goddess that filled his every waking moment. The one that would forever stay by his side and fill his nights with passionate screams of mutual fulfillment. He'd waited lifetimes for her and she was finally his. There were no words to express how he felt right that minute. For once in his immortal life, he was speechless. His emotions rode him hard, like lightning streaking across the sky, striking the ground, singeing it with its fury. He had to use every ounce of strength and willpower he had, not to snatch her up and drive into her body, over and over again as she writhed beneath him.
* * * *
With one hand extended out in front of her, Kelsey moved forward with unsure steps, afraid at any moment that all of this—especially the man of her dreams—would dissolve, leaving her with a broken heart she wasn't sure would ever mend. The hand in front of her acted like a tuning fork, divining for the magical force that emanated from Seadale's body.
The moment her hand contacted with his hard bare chest, zings of electricity shocked her senses and heightened the intake of air that coursed her lungs. His energy and sexual aura made her pussy clench and release with feminine arousal and expectant anticipation.
Instead of asking him all the questions running through her mind, in particular why, what and how—there would be time enough to cure her curiosity later—she let her hand ascend the muscled wall of his chest, her other hand moved in the opposite direction, down his tight stomach and straight for the waistband of his harem pants. His skin felt and looked like light caramel colored satin over thinly cushioned steel. She could feel the power and strength he held in check.
Kelsey wanted all of his passion to take her—commanding her body to do his bidding. She'd tease and tempt him, until he relinquished his tightly held control, feasting from every part of her body. For some reason he brought out her primal emotions being bold and aggressive, completely the opposite of how she normally acted. The men always had to be the aggressor, but with Seadale, she wanted to let loose and experience every way a man could take a woman. Making her his in every way.
But first, she desired taking him into her mouth, encasing her lips firmly around his already stiffened cock so deliciously outlined beneath his sheer pants, savoring the taste and feel of his cock as it pulsated and slid along her lips and across the roughness of her tongue; tasting the heartbeat she knew would be there.
Kelsey slowly lowered her hands, and as she did, Seadale drew in a sharp breath. With butterfly-like caresses, she ran her fingers along the inside band of his harem pants. His thong underwear was built into his pants. The band stretched, allowing her fingers to easily wiggle their way deep underneath its tautness. She loved the feel of his hair at the start of his ‘trail of love.’ It thickened into a lush bush of curly hairs the deeper her fingers delved beneath the waistband of his pants. His flesh under her tingling fingertips quivered and jumped as she lightly stroked the crown of his cock
. The need to cast her eyes upon his cock ate at her. With sexual subtly, she worked his pants down over his hips inch by inch, enjoying the show of the exposed purple head of his cock and the massive rod that followed.
She didn't even bother having him step out of his pants, her hunger to take him deep, to touch the very heart of her throat too great. She left the pants to hang around his contoured thighs.
Kelsey was fascinated by the beautiful shape and size of his plumed crown. A bead of liquid tipped his slit, like a pearl wept by the sea. She let her tongue gently dip down and taste him, letting the bead of liquid coat her tongue. It was salty and sweet. It reminded her of melted butter, rich and creamy.
Seadale's posture was one of a man in full ecstasy, stiff and unyielding, with his head thrown back exposing the column of his taut neck muscles, as he worked to swallow and breathe in gasps. Kelsey swallowed down his cock all the way to the back of her throat, letting her tonsils titillate and tease the head of his sex as it bumped against them. Large hands fisted gently in her long curls. His butt muscles tightened and released as he slipped his rock-hard cock in and out of her slippery lips, moistened by her saliva.
She could feel the skin along his cock tighten, as it grew even larger with each pull of her greedy mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, concentrating on his pulsing sex to bring him to orgasm, wanting to drown in his seed.
Kelsey buried him in her throat until his groin hairs tickled her nose. The smell of his musky maleness filled her sense. She could feel his legs start to tremble and his balls draw up tight to his body as his release grew near.
Reaching up she did something she had never done, but had seen in the pictures at the gallery of the two male lovers pleasuring each other in the sixty-nine position. She pulled back, letting his cock slip from between her lips with a pop, then licked her index finger as if it were a lollipop, sucking in her cheeks as she did looking up at him through her lashes. His eyes were fiery hot vats of sexual intensity, molten and savage in their blueness.
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