by Mima
By the time her hands skated down her ribs, the sun had dried the parts of her body lifted out of the water. It burned, a red glow behind her eyelids. The water soothed. The difference in her two sides made her sensitive, achy. A swell lifted her, feet first, then her shoulders as she slid over it. Her hands played with the crease of her thighs, the smooth, bald lips.
Concentrating, she opened her legs, and caught her breath at the feel of the water when her lips peeled open. She was so hot. As hot as the sun. She could feel her vagina as an aching hole, lava ready to burn gathering deep inside. She sent her fingers to her clit and focused. She liked thinking of Jand watching from below. She liked thinking of her arousal scenting the water. She liked masturbating for him whenever she wanted, as nasty as she wanted, fucking the ocean itself.
She slid her snorkel from its rubber grip along her mask. With little fanfare, she slid the tube inside her vagina. The edges were a little coarse, so she had to go slowly, tip her hips, adjust her angle. Finally, it was in as deep as her hole could go. Her fingers went round and round where it lodged inside her, probing to see if she could get one in. She closed her legs tight and humped, pressing her clit tight beneath the seam of her lips.
She pressed, rubbed, thrashed. It built, twisting and twining inside her. Then she rolled, and face beneath the water, shouted into the darkness.
“Jand!”
Going lax, she shivered violently as the tremor of her easing orgasm faded. Eyes closed tight against the salt, she lifted her head, wiped her face. She opened them, blinking hard against the blinding summer sun.
Squinching her eyes so hard her lashes stuck for a moment, she blinked again. The dark head didn’t go away. It wasn’t a seal. It wasn’t a dolphin. It wasn’t a man. It was her Jand.
Her lips were salty. The snorkel was still lodged deep, hanging between her slowly treading legs. Her breasts ached. Her heart ached. Her lungs ached, and she choked, coughing as she remembered to breathe. Her gaze searched every inch of him, scrutinizing that it was he. The sun set off the fact that there was another, lighter layer of hair beneath his spiky, longer black hair.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Her whisper was no more than the shush of flowing water.
He was still solemn. Still sexy. Still magical. “Sid.” His black eyes so intent.
They stared, and stared, treading water a yard apart. A thousand thoughts flew threw her head at first, but her jaw was sealed at the wonder of him. Where were you? Why? Did you get my letters? But then the peace of being in his presence washed away the anger, the confusion, the past. He was here. Now. If yes had a feeling, it was vibrating through her body at that moment.
Eventually, he smiled. It was rusty. It was faint. It barely revealed the tips of his pointy teeth. But he smiled, and it was happy. “Is that your boat?”
“No. A rental.”
“No one’s there.”
She could tell he already knew, but confirmed his understanding. “No.”
“No one’s coming.”
“No.”
“Let’s go.” He was still smiling with his eyes.
She looked him over for another moment. “On the boat? Where?”
“Nowhere. I just want to get you out of the water.”
She felt her face fall. Terror clutched at her chest.
“Sid, I’m coming on board with you. I need to… talk… to you.”
“I need to love you, too.” She smiled, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“That’s not what…” He stared at her lips, her throat, met her eyes again. “Yes.”
That single rumbled word zinged right down to her toes, tingling the crown of her head.
“Well? Swim, woman.”
She laughed. Wriggling her eyebrows, she asked, “Do you want me to leave the snorkel in?”
He swallowed hard enough to hear over the waves. “No. Take it out.”
“Hmm. I think it feels really good. It’s thick, and solid. If you really want it out, you do it.”
With one stroke, he was in her face. Oh, she remembered the way his eyes tightened with sexual heat. That flair of his nose. She bit her lip, overwhelmed at having him before her. Awe poured from her breath. “Oh, Jand.”
With one hand, he gripped the back of her neck. She gasped. He was so searingly hot. Then, with an efficient, smooth twist, he drew the snorkel right out of her. The angle of his shoulders shifting was her only clue that he’d done it. His hand hadn’t brushed her thighs or touched her in any way. She strangled at the rush of water over her sensitive opening, feeling cheated, feeling thrilled.
Holding the snorkel like a baton, he took his hand from her neck and jerked his head toward the boat. “Go.”
He started to sink below the water and she shrieked, lunging wildly for him, gouging one shoulder, wrestling to get her arm around his neck. “No!”
He grabbed her wrists, giving her a shake when she fought on for another moment. “Sid! I’m going to the boat, too!”
She panted, bobbing awkwardly without her hands to help tread water, spitting a bit when water sloshed in her mouth. She felt the wildness in her eyes. “Promise.”
“I promise you. In five minutes I’m going to have my body in yours.”
She stared at him, desperate to believe him. His face hardened and her heart clutched at disappointing him with her doubt. But he’d earned it. Twisting and pulling, she got her wrists back. Pleading and demands flooded her mind. She clenched her teeth, ripped her gaze from his, and set out for the boat in a hard crawl. Her only choice was to trust him.
The only thing she thought about—stroke, stroke, breathe—was swimming as fast as she could. Stroke, stroke, breathe. Be there. Be there. With a twist she was up the stainless steel ladder and on the splash deck. She hauled off her flippers. Tossed them and her mask aside. She stood and went to crawl over the back bench seat, and jumped when a grey hand entered her vision, a lighter palm face up. A drop of water rolled like mercury across his fingers.
She took the help, and he steadied her as she clambered aboard. He was here.
“Anchor up?” she asked breathlessly.
“Did you radio this position in?”
“No.”
“Sure, why don’t we drift a bit.”
He brought the anchor in, muscles leaping and lifting in his skin. They hosed most of the salt water off with a quick shower in the tiny head. Standing against him, rubbing along his textured suede skin, she couldn’t quite get her breath. Yes. He was here. The boat had a cabin. Just a sleeping loft, with a pop-open sun roof, and a huge, wide, firm mattress. He knelt in the middle of the irregular, slightly triangular pad and sat on his heels. His erection bowed up to his belly button.
“You came,” he said simply.
She drank him with her eyes. The cabin was stuffy, although the breeze was pulled through from the stairs and the roof hatch. He looked utterly alien. Perfect. His webbed hands rested on his thighs. There wasn’t a scrap of fat on him. He was all hollows and swells of muscle. Lean, taut.
“Of course. I never left.”
“I meant in the ocean, just now, on the waves. You came.”
“Oh. Yeah. I felt you watching. It was hot.”
“Yes, you were. Are you still wet?”
His penis had captured her gaze. His head was fat and angled, a fat plum on a thick pole. His veins had popped, and his tip jumped when she licked the salt from her lips.
“Sid, is your vagina still leaking creamy cum?”
Her eyes jumped to his. His face was focused, intent.
“Yeah, I’m still dripping.” She reached down with her hand and swirled her fingers in her opening, then held up her shining fingers. They both watched the thick white drop roll over the pad of her finger, pause, and roll again.
“Get on the bed. I’m going to bury myself hard and fast. I want your legs spread and your arms braced above your head.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.” There was only a
slight trace of irony at this newly explicit Jand.
She quickly crawled over to him, lay down, swung her legs open, and stretched her hands so that the palms were bent flat against the side of the cabin. She shimmied, arching her back, canting her hips by planting her feet.
He moved over her, the head of his cock turning a curious shade of purple, and stared at her. Connecting to his black depths intensified the sensation of the rocking boat. Then his gaze left her bold eyes, trailed down her throat, lingered on her quivering breasts. It eased down her belly, and speared her between her legs. She felt the hot breeze blow over her spread folds. Her knees eased wider. Her hips tucked up toward him. She clenched her ass, curled her toes. Laying spread for his gaze was the most natural of thrills, better than most foreplay other guys had attempted.
“Sid.”
She didn’t have enough breath to answer. All she could do was lick her lips. Her whole body froze, bowed. Tension sang in every locked muscle.
“You are so passionate, so alive,” he said. “You live with all of yourself.”
He reached out and the moment etched into her very soul. Jand’s hand, reaching down toward her spread legs. Finally. At last. Yes. He pricked her clit with one sharp, round nail. Pleasure bit hard, shocking. She keened, writhing and bucking. Her feet swirled, her body awash in fire. His hands were on her knees, forcing them wide when they tried to draw in from the pleasure. Then his hips settled against hers, and the breadth of his head opening her cunt brought another wail to her throat.
Her hips spasmed, twitching wildly under his hands then he shoved himself deep into her core. The heat of his chest landing on hers, the heat of cock sizzling her channel, the heat of his hands searing her hips, all coalesced. She burst. She felt the wash of her cum splash her thighs when he withdrew, felt the next brutal, ungiving thrust.
Sobbing, she tried to get her breath, tried to anchor herself by wrapping around his shoulders. His hips jerked against her, uneven, harsh, sloppy. His forehead pressing on her upper chest at the base of her throat was not helping her attempt to keep breathing. Sweat slicked the centre line of her chest by his third thrust, and then she was done. Long moments passed where she couldn’t process the sensations, couldn’t understand the pleasure. Jand was on her, in her, loved her, real, now.
She rallied, got her feet planted, and met his thrusts with hers, creating a perfect seal every time. His strokes shortened, his force increased. Her hands required his ass, because her clit needed just that little bit more. Next time he hit her pelvis, she pulled on his cheeks and exploded at the same moment he did. Pleasure so pure it burned. He was a bar of stone inside her, lava spilling deep. This was going to reshape her landscape. Redefine her coastline. Or maybe just destroy her.
Her thigh twitched, jumping crazily by itself. Her fingers ached from the force with which they’d clenched. She wondered if his ass was bleeding from her clutch. He was so hot, too hot, she needed air.
Only then did she realize his teeth were clamped in two semi-circles on the crest of her left breast. She moaned when his jaws opened, withdrawing his teeth from the shallow wounds. She moaned again when his tongue softly lapped at the drops of blood, gentle, tiny sips. She no longer felt guilty about his ass when the sting set in from residual salt on their skin, from the ocean, from their sweat. He rocked his hips faintly, and she felt him drift, softening and sliding through the cum he’d pumped inside her. His hands gently cupped her breasts, plumped them back up to where they were attractive from their natural sprawl.
“Sid.”
She swallowed. “Yeah.”
“Too much?”
Tears stung her eyes. She put her hands on the back of his neck. Petted the downy trail of fluff that trailed in a point onto his spine. “No, Jand. It wasn’t too much, or too hard. Three months was too long, though.”
He didn’t stop his short licks. He cleaned every puncture, while his hands kneaded her, his talons pricking faintly. “I know.”
Chapter Three
“Hot, Jand. I’m too hot. Let go. I have to get out of here, or I’m going to pass out.”
He paused, licked across her nipple once, and drew his length out of her in a slow show of control. Braced on his elbows, he raised his hips first then peeled his hands away, her skin sticking to his like they were fused.
“Come with me.” She couldn’t get her breath. She was afraid to let him leave her sight.
“Right behind you.”
She rolled, the sweaty sheets following her, and staggered off the edge of the bed, using the railing to haul herself up. The console’s bimini provided a moment’s shade.
Then she lurched to the side, sat on the wide, hot fibreglass edge. Swinging her legs over, she launched herself the few feet down over the side into the water. She gasped in delight at the cooling shock. It soothed her inferno. His inferno, that he’d set inside her.
A massive shape cleaved the water next to her, a perfect dive with hardly any splash. In a moment a sleek dark form circled her and popped up behind her. His arms came around behind her, his legs scissoring with hers, his thick, hot genitals searing her ass.
She sighed, relaxing into his heat. Raising one hand behind her, she sank her fingers into the softness of his hair. The sun sent diamonds over the water. Trusting him to hold her, she scooped some into her palm, tipping the dazzling water, thinking she was holding all the wealth she ever needed.
“My people believe that light on the water is sacred.”
“Sounds right. Sacred how? I’m not supposed to touch it?”
“Not at all. We believe that the light is pieces of our old souls, trying to share memories.”
“I’ve heard that idea about stars. Each star is a soul.”
“It’s bittersweet, to have the memories of other lives so close, and so far.”
“That’s very beautiful.”
“I know, at this moment, that you are holding me in your hand. That light, in some past life of mine, yearned for you. Before I even knew, I ached for a woman with the most beautiful eyes and open heart. That’s why you felt so right, when I took you out of the storm, in my arms. You were brave, and determined. I felt you, a mental demand for life.”
His hands went from her ribs to her breasts. She curled her fingers into his scalp, dropped the water and laid her hand over his. Swallowing thickly, she swore she would not cry. The time for tears was past. She rubbed her ass against him, trying to trap his penis in her crack.
“Are you cooler?”
“Yeah. You’re so warm, though. You were okay out of the water?”
“Yes, fine. Play with your nipple.”
She laughed. He moved his hands, lifting her breasts in a tight grip.
“Both hands,” he growled in her ear.
She used her fingers to dance lightly over the nipples. Tapping, flicking, she took each finger around and around the tight skin.
“Jand, did you get my packages?”
His hands twitched. A tiny bead of blood appeared on the slope of one breast. He gently wiped it away. “Yes.”
“Why didn’t you come to me sooner? Why did you leave me at all?”
“Sid…”
“We belong together.”
His hands covered hers, pressing her breasts in tight. “We do.”
“So…?”
He sighed. “It’s impossible.”
“Felt pretty possible to me. Both times.”
His hands went to her arms and spun her in the water to face him. His brows were drawn down low on his face. “How can you say that! The first time I almost killed you!”
“I’m fairly alive still, so I guess almost doesn’t count.”
“And the next time I blow my vapour during an orgasm? After irresponsibly drifting you so far below the surface?”
She lay her hand against his face. Smiled. “Silver and gold.”
“Don’t go together,” he said firmly.
Her smile spread. “Then why are you here?”
“Look what I had made.” Pulling her hand back, she showed him the ring she wore on her left ring finger. It was a wide band, plain. Silver and gold were folded together in flowing lines. Her hand bobbed a bit as she tread water. “I think they look lovely together.”
She studied him. Emotions went past his eyes. She wasn’t sure what they were. “Jand. I want to be with you. Always.”
“Sid, you don’t know anything about me, about how I live.”
“I know the most important thing—how you love. That’s all I need to know. I can learn the rest.”
He took her hand in his. His thumb drifted over the ring. “I’m so glad to touch you again.”
“But not glad enough to live this.”
Now he sighed. “Live what, Sid? Coming to you once in awhile and loving you on a boat?”
“Take me with you.”
“Your skin can’t take it. Your eyes can’t see in the deep. You’d be entirely dependent on me.”
“I’ll get a wetsuit. I’ll get a flashlight.”
He opened his mouth and she splashed him with the force of her lunge. Her hand landed over his mouth.
“Have you thought about it? Seriously? Don’t just shut down the ideas. I need you. This is our beginning, Jand.”
He took her wrist and lifted her hand away. “Let’s go back on deck.” His voice was tight, but his black gaze swept her face, clearly full of longing.
They climbed up onto the boat, and she checked the GPS. He approved of their location so they continued to drift south. Both rinsed off again.
Up on deck, she leaned against the smooth white of the sidewall. It was hot against her ass. He sat at the console. The bimini roof shaded them both, but already she had a sheen of sweat. She folded her arms, set her jaw and stared at him.
“I want to be with you. Let me stay.”
“My people are secret, Sid. One that gets harder to keep every day. You would give up your land life? Everything you’ve ever known?”