by M. Garnet
She thought he was saying no over and over, but the water had her at last, the undertow was pulling her down, and the waves were pushing her back against the bottom. She was now beyond the sand and felt the sharp points of rock and shellfish against her back, and she still held her breath. She did not want to, she wanted to fall into the arms of blackness and the cold water, and finally her lungs began to ache, so she knew it was beyond her control.
Air pressed out of her as she saw the dirty water surge around her, her hair was caught in an upswing, and she lost sight as it blocked the light, but she thought she saw his face with pain in his eyes. Then she knew she needed air and was grateful because she would draw in the salty, stormed-filled water and have peace at last.
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He fought her. He swirled around her, and called out to her. With only one hand, he could not pull her from the grip of the seawater. He went to the surface, with his face he gulped another breath and went back down to her and had almost lost her as the tumultuous waves were turning her over and over, first away and then back towards the shore. He saw the bubbles escaping her mouth and knew she would soon draw in the seawater and drown here in front of him, and he could do nothing about it.
Going to the surface, he gasped another deep breath and went down to her, forming his hand, he caught her hair and then let her sink to the bottom as the last bubbles left her body and her eyes closed. Then he formed his head, forced his mouth over hers and gave her the air from his lungs.
He knew he would die, now in this water without his air, but he was ready. He had lived too long with this curse and an exchange of his life for hers was an easy decision. With a final deep push, he filled her lungs and watched her body float upward with the air inside her as he blacked out while the water took the place of the air in his own lungs. He smiled and waited to go onward, hoping the strength of that last wave would push her body up on the beach.
Chapter Seven
“Come on, damn it, open your eyes. I can feel you breathing. You can’t leave me now.”
He heard voices. Was this the place at the end of the light?
“Easy, Miss, the EMT people will be here any minute.”
He was cold and wet and felt stones and shells and sand punching him in the back, but he was aware that he was breathing. How was this possible? Finally, he opened his eyes, but it was hard to see. There was so much light, and there were fuzzy shapes moving in and out.
He heard a male voice yelling. “Hey, he is alive.”
He heard a loud siren and wanted the noise to stop. He lifted a hand, meaning to bring it to his head, but someone wrapped his in warm fingers, and he heard a voice he knew so very well.
“So, this is what it is like to be totally crazy. God, you are so beautiful.”
It was her voice. He looked up and, as his eyes cleared, he was looking into the eyes of his Asa. Her shirt was wet, her hair hung in limp clumps around her shoulders, and she never looked more lovely. Someone was putting a jacket around her sopping shoulders, and he felt someone dropping down beside him and spreading out a thin blue blanket over him.
Then he knew where he was. He was naked and on a beach, and he was alive. He hung on to her, never wanting to let go of that hand. He was alive, not smoke, not just a small portion, but all of him was here. He looked around, and people were looking at him, seeing him, seeing all of him.
Someone was trying to put a cuff on his arm. He had watched emergency crews as he floated and knew what it was, but he also knew he did not need it.
“I am fine. Asa, can we not go to the house?”
She was crying so hard that he was not sure she heard him, and he pushed the helping hands away and reached to pull her to him. In his arms, against his wide chest, she really cried.
“Shhh baby.” He looked around at the people trying to help them. “It was only an accident, and we are okay now. Let’s go up to the house and get into dry clothes.”
He got up with her help, and someone laughed and tied the blanket around him. She looked up at him. He was so tall she had to tip her head completely back, and she almost fit under his arm.
“Wait, we need to report this, the sheriff will want to take a statement.”
He put his arm around her and started towards the walk up to the house.
“Sure, give him the address and tell him to come by tomorrow. But not tonight, we need to relax and take hot showers and, well you know.” He smiled a looked that made the men jealous and the women want to join him.
Everyone slowly started back, the kids who had seen the bodies, the EMT people, the guy in the boat heading home, but they all kept looking at the couple walking through the sea oats towards the wooden porch and thinking how lucky those two were. If only they knew.
They made it inside the door of the front room before he swung her around and brought his lips down hard on hers. They both knew that they were going to make love, not fuck, and it probably would go on all day.
For him, he had his whole body to feel her, and he needed to feel her from head to toe against him as he explored her mouth and began ripping her wet clothes from her damp body. He dropped his blanket, and once he had her naked, he walked her backward until he found a wall to hold her, so that he could push against her with every inch of his length.
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She was welcoming him and did not need the wall, but she had a deep understanding that he wanted to feel something real against every part of his body that had not been solid for so long. His long legs, one between hers and one outside, trapping one of her legs, was holding that inside and outside of that leg from ankle to hip. She felt the rough hairs of his strong calf and thigh as he pushed harder and harder.
She tried to remember when her clothes had disappeared, but really did not care. That she was now naked and having trouble breathing for two reasons, that she was totally covered by the most gorgeous male body that she had ever seen, took her breath away and that male body was capturing her tighter and tighter against the wall behind her made it difficult to pull air. She found she just did not care, but reveled in the sensations of having him fully holding her, his tongue taking over her mouth. Most important, she knew he was real.
She felt the strength of his hip against her mound from the leg that pushed between her legs, and her body responded so fast that she knew she was leaking moisture down her own legs. She felt his large erection as it grew against her belly and relished the discomfort at the pressure of it, and his chest was continuing to press her into the wall.
Her breasts, the tips tightened until they were a pleasant pain by themselves, were flat against his wide chest that rippled with tracings of muscles. She had her hands on his biceps and felt the jerks and contractions as he reacted to the feelings he was going through as his tongue refused to leave her mouth, but his hands were everywhere. She felt his large erection pressing between them. She wanted it in her. She moaned and tried to open her legs.
He finally lifted back from her mouth and began to trace hot wet kisses down her neck as he pulled his hips back far enough to take his erection in one hand and place it between her legs.
She could only move one leg, but she lifted the knee up, giving him access as he rubbed the turgid head up and down the moist lips and then, like it had found a home, he had it at the entrance of her core, and he guided it in slowly. She pulled in a short breath, still held by his weight against the wall, as she was stretched by the size of his head. Then he was in, and he moved his hips, letting the length go in a little at a time until finally she moaned in appreciation as she felt her own slippery tunnel of muscle clenching around him, pulling him into her. He raised his head and, with eyes closed and a look of both pain and pleasure on his face, he plunged back and then deeply into her. She felt him at her womb and whimpered in victory.
He moved his strong hips back and then forward, and she felt the hair around the body of his shaft give her the sensations she needed on her clit that was swollen and a nub standing
fully upright. She felt his strong teeth nip her shoulders, and she brought her hands to his thick hair to encourage him. She had her eyes wide open, as she had to allow herself to enjoy the fact that this was not an illusion but the real thing, a whole strong, beautiful man making love to her.
Then both of them began to reach that point that was beyond pleasure. He moved faster, and she responded, and they both hit the climax together as he expelled his seed heavily into her, and she came and then again and then again and sank into darkness.
They were both covered in sweat, breathless and locked together on the floor. Both opened their eyes at the same time and then there was a set of smiles to match.
He sat up slowly, taking her with him, unwilling to let her out of his arms. “I have nothing to give you, I am poor, and I have observed this time and know wealth is power.”
She smiled. “I am rich, and you will learn. You have already given me much. We will find ways to please each other.”
They got up and headed for the bathroom and a shower that they would both enjoy. “You know, I might be able to contribute something after all. I have observed where some treasures have been hidden. I think we could retrieve them. But later, after we get tired to being in bed, in the shower, on the floor, on the table, on the….”
She laughed as she interrupted him. “Yes, I get it, but let’s start in the shower and with your full name.”
He watched her adjust the water temperature and said. “I am Aaron of Gwynedd, and I have three younger brothers who had a curse put on them at the same time.”
“Okay, wash my back, Aaron Gwynedd, and tell me about your brothers.”
About the Author
M. Garnet, or known to her growing family as Muriel, sits comfortably in a custom designed office that contains a wall filled desk that holds her Mac, a PC and a flat screen Sony. Against a large window is a drafting table that is surrounded by her painting needs for the stress relief that she laughs about as she often paints in watercolors.
The window frames the usual scene that often inspires her, a panorama of Florida, rain or shine, large birds in the sky or heavy damp winds moving the pines and palm fronds. Her favorite companion, Cayo, a King Charles Spaniel, looks up with hopeful eyes waiting for the click of the keys to stop so that they can go out to the large pool in back or a walk in front where the squirrels play. Life is good.
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