Ocean's Touch

by Denise Townsend

  Meredith grinned fiercely, her expression enchanted. She was blown away by the stark beauty of Dylan’s undersea world, and so unbelievably honored to have been able to share it with him.

  It’s amazing, she thought. And to have this experience…I feel so alive.

  And then she realized how much she enjoyed that feeling. On the waves of that realization came another, darker thought. That feeling of life made Meredith recognize how dead she’d been—how lifeless, how numb.

  Meredith knew then that it didn’t matter if she had no real answers. No, she didn’t know what she was doing—not with Dylan, and especially when it came to Alex. She didn’t know who she wanted to be yet or how she intended to become that person. But she knew one thing that made all that uncertainty not only bearable but exciting.

  Meredith knew she wanted to live.

  So she turned to her selkie lover, and she shared with him her newfound certainty. Running slender fingers down his chest, she cupped Dylan’s balls gently in her hand, then lifted her eyes to the surface in clear demand.

  Meredith wanted him. And she wanted him now.

  Back on the beach, Dylan used his sealskin to create a bed on the stone beach, underneath the stars. The natural magic of his skin would not only cushion them but keep them insulated from the cold night air. Meredith watched his actions with hungry eyes, and as soon as the skin was laid out she pounced.

  Pushing him down and back, so that he lay sprawled before her, Meredith knelt between Dylan’s legs. She moved forward to kiss him hungrily, her mouth feeding at his. Then she began kissing her way downward—starting at his neck, where she nipped and sucked, then licking her way over his salty clavicles. His nipples came next, a hungry suckle to each, before she kissed her way down his flat stomach.

  Dylan, meanwhile, lay riveted by Meredith’s aggressiveness. The way she moved down his body was less about teasing him and more about claiming his flesh as hers to enjoy. When she found his thighs, she nipped gently, pushing his legs wide as her hand found his tight scrotum. Dylan groaned as Meredith massaged him gently, before she took the hard length of his cock in her hands. She sat back on her heels, all the better to watch his face as she began stroking him. He didn’t hold back, groaning deeply and letting her feel his own pleasure.

  “Take me in your mouth,” he said. She gave him a secretive smile before bending forward. Then Dylan felt her warm tongue lapping at the head of his cock. His hands found her hair as his back arched, and then her hot mouth took him in as far as she could, shocking him with the suddenness of his pleasure.

  Moaning, he fisted the soft strands between his fingers, arching his back to pump his cock up into her mouth. Meredith responded by increasing her suction, sliding her tongue more firmly against the underside of his shaft.

  Meredith let her selkie lover fuck her mouth. She loved the feel of Dylan’s cock between her lips, and the way he gasped with pleasure as she sucked harder or ran her tongue over his sensitive head on the upstroke. But when she knew he was close—his thrusts into her mouth more demanding, more insistent—she deliberately withdrew her mouth, lowering it to his balls. Sucking and licking first one, and then the other, her reward was his long, tortured moan.

  “Move yourself around, lass,” he growled. “I want to touch you.”

  Meredith smiled against his flesh, then moved her knees around so that she knelt next to his chest. As she leaned over to put her mouth back on his cock, she felt his thick fingers at her sex.

  Moaning, she slid her mouth down on him as she felt his fingers slide between the wet lips of her cunt. She could feel how soaked she was, and his fingers met no resistance as he slid first one, then two, into her throbbing sex. It was her turn to groan and she did so, her mouth reverberating around Dylan, causing him to buck up against her.

  His thumb found her clit, teasing her gently as his fingers pushed deeper inside her, rasping deliciously against her inner walls as he sought her G-spot. He knew he’d struck gold when he felt a warm gush of wetness on his fingers and her throat’s soft convulsions as she whimpered around his cock.

  Dylan pushed at Meredith’s knees, guiding her as she inched over until she straddled his face. Then he pulled her hips down to meet his mouth, his lips burrowing hungrily into her cunt. Dylan’s warm mouth on her already overheated flesh was too much for Meredith, and when his lips and tongue found her clit, her orgasm hit her like a truck coming out of nowhere. Meredith convulsed over Dylan, his cock popping free of her mouth as she wailed her pleasure into the night air. He kept up his pressure on her clit, until it became too intense and she was squirming to free herself from his marauding tongue.

  He let her go, and she flopped down on the skin next to him, panting harshly. She looked at him with a combination of satiation and reproach as he moved to lie next to her, stroking his hand over her body as if soothing a startled horse.

  “I think you broke me,” Meredith said once her breathing had subsided. Dylan chuckled.

  “Hardly, lass. Broke you in, maybe.”

  “Mmm,” she sighed, snuggling closer to him and finding his lips with her own. He tasted of her. After a long, lingering kiss, she spoke again. “If that was my breaking in,” she said, reaching down to stroke her fingers along his still-hard cock, “does that mean I’m ready for a good hard ride?”

  The smile Dylan gave her in response sent a shiver up her spine—it was feral, hungry, and utterly remorseless.

  “On your knees,” he said, his voice low and demanding.

  She did as he asked, moving around so that she presented her backside to him. His hands found her buttocks, massaging each softly muscled globe as he used his magic to call from her bedroom what he wanted—the little bottle of erotic oil that had been their gift from Wendy.

  Meredith heard Dylan open something behind her, then she shivered as she felt something cool pour over her back and bum. Oil, she thought, remembering Wendy’s gift from earlier. Then she shivered again as Dylan’s strong hands began massaging the oil into her skin. He started at her neck and moved down her body, moving his hands in broad, slow sweeps that both relaxed her and primed her for more pleasure. When he came to her bottom, his large hands swept down the backs of her thighs, and then back up her inner thighs, just drifting over her sex as he moved his hands upward to part her cheeks. She shivered as the cool air stroked against her nether mouth, a moment before she heard the pop of the oil’s lid and felt another cool drizzle of oil pour over her anus.

  She tensed as Dylan’s fingers stroked over the oil, rubbing gently against her asshole, but not yet penetrating her.

  “Relax,” he murmured, reaching one hand forward to caress her left breast as his right hand’s fingers busied themselves with teasing sensations out of her anus’s sensitive nerves. Meredith whimpered, then cried out in pleasure as one thick finger slowly filled her backside. Dylan withdrew his finger, coating it with another layer of oil before inserting it again, repeating the process a second and third time. When his finger could thrust with no resistance, he added a second, and more oil. Meredith cried out again as the sensation of being filled doubled, then tripled with the addition of another finger, but there was no pain. When Dylan could move all three fingers inside her with ease, he shifted forward to line his cock up with her tight hole.

  “I told you I’d fuck you here,” he murmured, covering his cock with oil as he drizzled more into her stretched anus. It flinched, closing tight at the oil’s cool contact, and he smiled before opening her again with his fingers. As he did so, he used his free hand to press her shoulders down onto his sealskin. She moaned the entire way.

  “Tell me you want me,” he murmured, thrusting his fingers harder as his left hand found her dripping wet sex. She gasped, but remained silent.

  “Tell me you want me,” he repeated, his hand leaving her cunt to give her a gentle spank on her behind. She gasped again, and then once more as his fingers found her clit. He never stopped thrusting in and out of her ass with his
other hand.

  “I want you,” she said, crying out when he pinched her clit roughly in punishment.

  “No. You must tell me—what do you want?” he demanded.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she said, for which she got another rough pinch. “In the ass,” she said finally, earning herself a long, conciliatory stroke of her clit.

  “Tell me again,” Dylan said, removing his fingers to grasp his cock. He moved the broad tip to her ass, making sure he was sufficiently lubricated as he did so.

  “I want you to fuck my ass,” Meredith said, looking back at him with those inscrutable dark eyes. “Please, Dylan. Fuck my ass.”

  With a growl of pure lust, Dylan pushed his hips ever so slowly forward. Meredith gasped as she felt his cock start to penetrate her ass, a sharp stab of pain flaring. She held her breath, trying to relax, as he let her adjust. Knowing her eyes were watering, feeling the soft texture of his sealskin clenched in her fists, she wondered if she could take all of him.

  Dylan, meanwhile, held still, feeling the tight clench of her ass around his cock. He moved his fingers very gently over her clit, strumming away the ache and nervousness he could feel in her. She relaxed infinitesimally, and he pushed his hips forward again, gently, his cock inching slowly inside her.

  Meredith breathed deeply, a million sensations zinging through her body. There was still discomfort, yes, but a slow pleasure was beginning to kindle deep inside her. Dylan’s fingers on her clit spurred on that pleasure, and she loved knowing they were sharing something so intimate, so private.

  Dylan listened to Meredith’s deep breaths, feeling her slowly relaxing around him, underneath him. He kept up the steady pressure on her clit as he kept pushing forward with his cock, fractions of an inch at a time, until eventually he was nearly all the way inside her. Only then did he lean down.

  “I’m inside you, lass,” he murmured. He felt her whole body shiver, and his balls throbbed.

  “Fuck me, Dylan,” she whispered, meeting his eyes with hers. “Fuck me, and come deep inside me.”

  Dylan grunted, feeling his orgasm rise at her words. His teeth found the back of her neck and he bit down gently, holding her still beneath him as he began thrusting.

  Meredith’s fists were still clenched around Dylan’s sealskin, her own skin alive with pleasure. She felt so full at that moment, and so taken. Her body was Dylan’s, to be used at his discretion. And yet she understood the pleasure he took in giving her pleasure, and that he would never be satisfied until she was. This symbiosis of their intimacy engendered within her a trust so complete that, for the first time in her adult life, Meredith released herself entirely into the hands of another person. Pushing aside all thoughts, all emotions, she allowed herself to feel.

  Unsure exactly what Meredith was thinking, Dylan still knew the instant something changed within her. The roiling mass of emotions he nearly always sensed coming off Meredith—her usual odd cocktail of pleasure mixed with anxiety, joy mixed with guilt, and other such contradictory feelings—seemed to disappear entirely.

  “That’s it, lass,” Dylan murmured, after releasing her nape. “Be with me, Mer. Just be with me…”

  In response, Meredith rose onto her elbows, pushing her ass back onto him, meeting him thrust for thrust as they really began fucking.

  Dylan could feel the pleasure coursing through his body, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to take much more. Meredith was so tight, and he could already feel her own imminent orgasm rippling through her bowels where he was buried. And there was no way she wasn’t coming first.

  Dylan used his free hand, the one not still playing with her clit, to pull Meredith back against him so that they were both kneeling upright, her back pressed against his chest. He reached around to pluck at her nipples, his lips finding the sweet lobe of her ear and giving it a suckle.

  Rooting into her, Dylan fucked Meredith as hard as he dared, totally opening his channels to her so that their combined pleasure surged in and around them.

  “You feel so fucking good, lass. So fucking good,” he panted, causing her to whimper in response. She also let her hands reach behind her, grabbing Dylan’s thrusting ass as if she wanted to pull him even deeper inside her.

  “Oh God, make me come, Dylan,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I want to come with you inside me.”

  “Come for me, sweet girl,” he demanded, strumming his fingers faster, harder over her clit, feeling her clench even more around him. Fucking her deeply, feeling his come rising in his balls, his lips found her ears again.

  “Come. Now,” he said, just as he felt her shatter around him.

  Meredith’s orgasm was no less powerful, despite it being her second of the night. If anything, it felt more intense, more complex, than anything she’d ever experienced. Dylan felt huge inside her, her muscles contracting over him with sinuous strength. And a second after feeling her own pleasure crashing through her, Dylan’s own come-cries rose up to meet Meredith’s in the cold night air.

  Shooting his hot seed deep into her ass, Dylan still kept up his rough pleasuring of her cunt, as he milked every last moan and sweet convulsion out of her straining body.

  Eventually, they collapsed forward, together. After a few seconds to get their breath back, Dylan slowly withdrew his weight from Meredith, pulling his cock gently out of her ass. Then he spooned around her, feeling as close to her as he ever had another being, human or immortal.

  She smiled at him, her eyes drowsy but pleased.

  “That was gorgeous,” she said, her voice hoarse. “Thank you.”

  In reply, Dylan kissed her long and deep, opening his magic wide to allow Meredith to feel his own gratitude.

  Chapter Twelve

  Meredith knew she was in trouble the moment she saw Mrs. Casaubon’s face.

  Upon entering Ron’s office, Meredith had greeted him and his staff as usual, then had made her way over to greet Teddy’s mother. Who, instead of returning Meredith’s greeting, had just stared at her daughter-in-law as if Meredith were an off-smelling stranger attempting to sell gold watches from the inside of her trench coat.

  Meredith had given an internal groan, fairly sure she knew what had Mrs. Casaubon so annoyed. Seal Harbor was, after all, a small town, even if it was an expensive one. Gossip traveled fast.

  The meeting, however, was pleasant, and Meredith was pleased to see that some of the recent decisions they’d made had paid huge dividends. For example, a celebrity writer from Bangor had backed a luncheon program for underprivileged children in the state of Maine, and contributions were pouring in from across the state. Unfortunately, another program in South America, which depended on the endorsement of a prominent and rather unorthodox military leader, had been stymied. The man simply refused to hear their proposal. So Meredith proposed they write to his much kinder and more mentally stable wife, who had a soft heart for charities and a surprisingly firm grip on her husband.

  Soon enough, business was done and Ron—with his typical sensitivity to the vagaries of Mrs. Casaubon’s moods—hustled his staff out after saying a polite good-bye to Meredith and her mother-in-law.

  Meredith knew her time was up. Steeling herself, she turned around to face the Dragon.

  “My girl’s girl, Sarah, works for that Ladislaw man,” Mrs. Casaubon began, slicing with razor-sharp acuity straight to the point. “And she told my girl that you attended one of his orgies.”

  Meredith cracked an internal joke about not being able to get good help these days. That said, considering the fact that Mrs. Casaubon still called her housekeeper her “girl,” even though Mrs. Baker was in her midsixties, Meredith could understand the housekeeper wanting to slap the old woman with a shocking fact.

  “I attended Alex’s gallery opening, yes. The paintings were beautiful,” Meredith said, refusing to allow any note of apology to creep into her voice.

  “They are not ‘gallery openings’,“ Mrs. Casaubon hissed in response. “They are orgies. Everyone knows wha
t that man is…he’s a monster! And you have aligned yourself with him? What would Teddy say?”

  “Teddy respected Alex,” Meredith asserted carefully. It was only partially the truth, and she knew it.

  “Teddy thought he was debauched!” Mrs. Casaubon cried. Had the elderly woman been capable of launching herself from her chair, she would undoubtedly have done so. As it was, she managed to inch forward enough to teeter precariously on the edge of her seat.

  “I can attend whatever parties I wish, Elizabeth,” Meredith said, using her mother-in-law’s first name, knowing it would drive her crazy.

  “No,” Mrs. Casaubon replied, her voice harsh. “No, you can’t. You bear Teddy’s name—my name. You swore an oath to my son. He loved you and opened his life to you. He allowed you in; he gave you things he wouldn’t even give me. You will live as he expected you to live!”

  Meredith stood riveted to her spot, unable to look away from Teddy’s mother. Not because she was particularly surprised by Mrs. Casaubon’s words—Meredith had heard them a million times in various forms—but because of how Mrs. Casaubon looked as she said them. The old woman’s face was so full of spite and rage that it was like she’d donned some distorted mask of her original features. Her eyes were squinted—her mouth ratcheted open in a ferocious sneer. Even her elderly body shook with fury, and she’d raised one bony finger, pointing at Meredith as if Mrs. Casaubon were the Grim Reaper.

  She’s jealous, Meredith realized. Meredith had always understood Mrs. Casaubon didn’t like her, but Meredith had thought it was something personal between the two of them. But at that moment, Meredith realized it had nothing to do with her. Teddy’s mother would have hated any woman who would have come into Teddy’s life. He could have engaged himself to a crown princess and still the girl would have been no good according to Mrs. Casaubon.