“I wish you could talk to me with your mind,” she said. “Like you do with other sharks.”
She scooted closer to him, sitting cross-legged only a foot in front of him. She reached out and placed the fingertips of each hand against the temples at the sides of his head. He closed his eyes and she did the same.
“If I could talk to you mentally,” she began, “I think I would tell you that I don’t believe the negative opinion you have of yourself. I would say that I feel a connection with you and I feel drawn to you and I know there’s good in you. It’s what’s pulling me toward you. You love hard and you protect what’s yours.”
She opened her eyes to see a smile forming on his lips. She remained quiet for a moment to let her words sink in, and she was surprised when he filled that silence for her.
“If I could talk to you mentally,” he said, “I would tell you that I haven’t stopped thinking about you since last night.”
Sylvia’s thighs lit up when the fingertips of his rough, large hands touched them and began to slide upward, pushing her dress farther up her legs. Her breath caught in her throat.
“And I would tell you,” she replied. “That I didn’t sleep at all. My mind was a mess as I thought of how badly I wanted to kiss you again.”
“Mmm hmm,” he said. “I would tell you that I can smell you. That I could smell you last night. That the scent of your pussy sets my nerves on fire.”
Oh shit.
Sylvia felt her nipples harden and her pussy getting wet with each word he spoke.
“And how badly I want you to taste me,” she said.
His fingers continued to move up her thighs, until her dress was all the way at her hips and her panties must have been in full view. She refused to open her eyes because her imagination was so much better, and she could visualize him licking his lips and staring at her white panties which were now completely soaked through.
“And how I want to lift you up and put the head of my cock inside you, but keep you there, and make you beg to take me all the way in,” he said.
His fingers found the waistband of her panties and tugged. She lifted her ass so he could pull them free, and then fixed her dress and sat back down on it, feeling the fresh breeze of the misty morning off the cool waterfall. Sylvia was tired of the games. She let go of her hold on his temples and lay back on the sand, opening her legs for him, and then, with her eyes still squeezed shut, she felt his firm grip on her knees. Her wetness ran down into the crack of her ass.
“Coby,” she said, and that was all she was able to get out of her mouth.
His fingertips slid down her thighs and settled on the soft spot in the crook of her legs. Then his mouth found the same spot and his lips caressed the tender flesh there, teasing her senses. She exhaled and inhaled sharply, raising her hips to put her closer to his mouth, but he pushed back down with his hands. He was in control, she knew that, and she could never take that from him. It was what made him the man he was.
“You’re mine now,” he said, as he dove into her.
His lips found her clit first, and he kissed her full-on, the way he did her mouth, opening and closing it over the tender nub, pinching it with his mouth, and teasing it with his tongue. It tickled, and hurt for a moment, but then it was delicious fire and it took everything she had not to grab his face and pull her harder into him. Again, she needed to let him be in control.
“Yes,” she said. “God, yes. Coby…”
Her fingers dug into the sand, scrambling to latch on to anything she could grab, but there was nothing around except the roots of nearby grass, so that’s what she clutched. She pulled and yanked, lifting her pussy into his face and feeling the grip of his strong hands as he spread open her folds and licked her from bottom to top, digging his tongue into her lips and then focusing on the right, sucking hard, practically taking her entire lip into his mouth before doing the same to the left. Every time she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he’d return to the clit, pin it down, and give it a tongue lashing that made her pound the sand with closed, desperate fists.
“I can’t…I can’t take it anymore,” she cried out. “Fuck me.”
“No,” he said as flipped her over, so she was on all fours and her ass was pointed in his direction.
He gripped her ass so hard it felt like his fingernails might rip through her skin and tug at the meat. She howled with the pain and sat back on her haunches, pounding her pussy into his face. It was clear he liked that as he squeezed harder. So, she did it again and again and again, mashing her pussy into his nose and mouth and lips and teeth. He licked her swollen lips from the back and slid his thumb up to her clit where he flicked at it as he fucked her with his tongue.
Inside, she felt warmth tingling in the balls of her feet and all the way up in her throat that seemed to come from both directions as it ran down her chest and into her stomach and up through her legs until both streams collided and her pussy erupted in an explosive orgasm that rocked her body and sent shivers pulsating through her. She screamed and beat the ground and collapsed on her face before regaining her composure and climbing back up to her hands and knees.
With her back to him, he gripped her waist and pulled her body hard against his chest. Her back pressed against his muscular chest and stomach. The fingers of his right hand reached around her and all she could do was lean her head back and gasp into his ear. She was already spent and was nothing more than a ragdoll in his arms, bent to his will, trying to come back to her senses after coming the way she had.
Coby’s fingers spread her lips open and touched her, dabbing into her, as he checked to see how wet she was.
“Are you sure you want me?” he asked.
“Uh huh,” she muttered.
“I’m afraid this might hurt,” he said.
The pressure at her lips was immense as she felt the thick head of his massive cock press against her hole, pushing through her folds and into her as much as her tightness would allow.
“More,” she said, surprising herself because already it was starting to hurt.
He pushed harder, and his cock stretched her open. Her lips wrapped around him and her wetness spread over his head, lubing him up and helping him slide into her further.
“More?” he asked. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she said. “Please.”
Sun shone down on her, bathing her face in warmth through the canopy of trees, breaking through long enough to brighten her face as his cock pushed in harder, stretching her as far as she possibly could. How she took him, she’d never know, but her body responded with heat that burned so immense she thought she might pass out. He entered her further and further.
Sylvia lost consciousness for a moment, and when she came to, Coby was lifting her up and setting her down, lifting and setting, and it was clear that he still wasn’t any more than halfway in her. Her moans and sighs and cries and screams were so fucking loud she disrupted the forest and could have scared away any nearby animals.
Finally, she’d had enough of him being in control. She set her feet down on the sand and stood, turning to face him. She punched him as hard as she could in the chest, forcing him to lie back on the sand. Then she sat on him, taking him in further than he’d been so far, and she leaned forward, yanking her dress over her shoulders. She’d left her bra back in the cabin, and she was glad she had, as she wanted to be naked with this man. She needed to be free from constraint.
“You’re mine, baby,” he reminded her.
“I’m yours,” she agreed.
And she set her pussy down on him, taking him balls deep, feeling the width and length of him filling her to the core. Her lips were stretched as far as they could and each time he entered her, she felt them wrap around him, and it sent shudders through her body. She was close again. When he reached up and grabbed her tits, thumbing the nipples softly, she knew that was it. He squeezed her tits and claimed them, digging his fingers into them roughly. A smile crept over his lips and
he closed his eyes. When he began to buck harder, she knew he was about to finish inside her.
That was enough to send her over the edge again. She howled on top of him and beat his chest as the heat spread throughout her entire body again. Her legs trembled, and tremors rocked her chest and arms. She couldn’t move anymore.
“I’m close,” he said. “Shit, I’m close.”
She was practically lifeless when he pulled her off him and tossed her to the ground next to him. A second later, his cock erupted, and he came on the sand. Sylvia watched through heavy eyelids and as she watched him stroke himself and spill a puddle of cum on the ground, she knew she’d witnessed the sexiest scene she was likely to ever see again.
Coby took one look at her, grinned, and then stood and walked into the pond. For the first time, she watched the transformation take place. His body did it so quickly, exploding into a form that was no longer the man she’d just fucked. She couldn’t scoot back on her ass quickly enough and she nearly fell over as she tried to find her feet. Then, standing on the path that led away from the pond, she looked back once more at the fin circling the pond’s surface. Flashbacks hit her: Kids’ faces screaming in horror, bloody limbs, and then amazing sex. Coby wasn’t the bad guy. Her body knew that, but her mind struggled with it until she collapsed back into the seated position on the sand and watched him move around the pool with an awe that was one-part amazement and the other part absolute terror. A giant, beautiful, but horrific great white shark swam only feet away. Sylvia fought to control her rapid breathing. She closed her eyes until she was able to force a smile onto her lips. The man was hers…if she could only learn to accept the shark.
Chapter 14 - Rafe
Their first date was amazing. After hooting and hollering from fifty stories up, his buddies had hoisted Kalina and him back up to the top. Rafe and Kalina had ended the night with a sweet kiss on the beach before she’d made him turn away from her as she slipped off her clothes, tucked them into her baggie, and dove into the water. She’d simply disappeared from sight. She had, however, agreed to go out with him again the following night.
This time, he did it more gentlemanly, arriving at the island on one of the fishery boats. If she wouldn’t go out into the water with him, he’d take her out the good ol’ fashioned human way. He was surprised when she made her way out to his boat on a small dinghy with an older Hispanic man driving. Then he remembered what she’d told him the night before about not getting wet. It made sense.
Yes, a tiger shark might have a hard time climbing onto the boat, minus feet and hands and all.
“Is my pirate captain up there?” she called out with her hands cupped in front of her mouth to resemble a megaphone.
She wore a skirt this time, black with white flowers, and a tight top that looked unbelievably hot on her. In his jeans and T-shirt, he felt slightly underdressed even though her outfit would have worked fine in both a formal scene and a laid-back casual one.
“Have you met Juan Diego?” she asked as the older man on the dinghy took her hand and helped her reach for the ladder on the side of Rafe’s boat.
Rafe took her free hand and pulled her up and into his arms. He held her tight and kissed her forehead. Then he threw a wave in Juan Diego’s direction.
“Missed you,” Rafe said, wishing he could explain to her exactly how much.
He’d slept alone last night, imagining what it would be like to have her in his bed. The tactful tumble of two young lovers ferociously fucking, but also the sweet aftermath of spooning and whispering pillow talk into each other’s ears. He wondered if she felt the same way. Had she thought about him at all since their plummet toward the earth? Or had she hopped into the ocean and swam away freely, off to search for her next meal with Rafe only a distant memory?
“How much?” Kalina asked, standing up on her tippy toes and planting a soft kiss on his lips.
Since their first kiss at the end of the bungee cord, they’d had many more, and each one felt more comfortable than the last, but also carried with it a nervous sting. He recognized it as a slight fear that this wouldn’t work out. Either she’d grow tired of his carefree ways or he’d grow tired of her endless bickering, not that he’d had any issue with her so far. Nagging didn’t seem her style. But he knew those two scenarios always worked their way into a relationship, running nonchalantly through the cracks in a couple’s foundation and then freezing when things got cold, until the stones at the relationship’s core fissured, cracked, and crumbled.
“This much,” he said as he spread his arms out as far as he could.
“You two have a good time,” Juan Diego called out as he restarted the dinghy’s engine and turned back for the shore. “Be careful with her.”
“I need to stay away for longer,” she joked as Juan Diego sped back to the beach, “until you miss me much more than that.”
“I can’t stretch my arms any farther,” he said, “without ripping ‘em out of the sockets and throwing ‘em toward the shore.”
“Beautiful visual,” she said.
“For you, baby, anything,” he replied.
She smiled, and he was glad she did. He’d learned in the past that using the word “baby” could instantly go bad with some women. Like the dreaded word moist or the detested “C U next Tuesday,” calling a woman baby who doesn’t appreciate the sentiment could spark a heated discussion. Kalina was too chill for such trivial things. If anything, she seemed to like it. He’d already begun thinking about her as his girl, and “baby” wasn’t a term he’d throw around freely. Kalina was his baby.
The sun was starting to set on the horizon and Rafe felt like the champion of his world as he grabbed hold of the steering wheel and set off, his woman’s head resting on his arm.
“Busy day?” he asked, not sure where to take the conversation.
“Long night,” she said. “Thank God you had me out for most of it. A lot of stuff went down when I wasn’t there.”
“Like what?”
“Oh boy,” she said. “Where to begin? Evelyn’s back. Guess that’s a good place to start.”
“Evelyn?” he asked.
“Surely Kane has mentioned her. The anti-human shark. The evil bitch of the sea.”
“Ah, her,” Rafe said. “Yep, I’ve heard of her. But I thought she was dead. Or at least Kane seemed to believe so.”
Rafe had never met Evelyn, but he’d heard about her legendary beauty and equally renowned seduction skills, but even knowing this, he couldn’t help imagining her looking a lot like Ursula, the sea witch in The Little Mermaid. He wondered if she sprouted sexy legs and a banging body through magic but then retreated to some underwater lair where she grew tentacles and plotted out her next sinister plan.
“We all thought so because she’d stayed gone so long and had been badly hurt in the last fight. But she’s back and she has a whole new gang behind her. Faith said it was those guys we had a run in with at the bonfire.”
“No shit?”
“No shit.”
“I knew that asshole kicked way too hard for any normal man. I mean he kicked me through the fuckin’ air. If it were an Olympic game, he might’ve won gold in human toss.”
Kalina laughed and it was the sweetest sound he could hear. Her giggle could instantly lighten his mood.
“Hey,” Rafe said as something dawned on him. “You said this group Evelyn is leading, it’s a new group? One you’ve never seen before?”
“Yeah,” she replied. “I’d never seen any of them until that party.”
“Kane told me earlier today he got word of some shark sightings. He thinks they may be the ones responsible for the attacks.”
“Attacks? Has there been another one?”
“Yeah, it was nasty too. A scuba diving school. The instructor took a group of middle-aged tourists out. Only one out of six of them survived.”
“My God,” Kalina said. “Tiger sharks? Great whites?”
“No,” Rafe said. “Hammerheads.”
“Of course, they are,” she said. “Fierce and bloodthirsty like the guys at the party. The only thing more awful is a great white.”
“Speaking of great whites,” Rafe said. “Seems we may have another one of those around too. Not sure if it’s the one that killed your friend, but…”
“It’s his brother,” Kalina said. “Another part of the drama that unfolded last night. Poet’s brother, Cobalt, is in town searching for the great white responsible for his brother’s death.”
“You people are a dramatic bunch,” Rafe said.
“Tell me about it,” she said. “Maybe that’s why I like you so much. You take me away from it all.”
“Speaking of, I’ve been thinking of taking you somewhere,” he said.
“Yeah? Like where?”
“Guess you’ll have to wait patiently to find out.”
Rafe wasn’t sure she’d be okay with his plan. He knew she wouldn’t go into the ocean with him and being that he loved spending time in the water, it was difficult not sharing that with her. So, he’d come up with the next best thing. He’d taken her bungee jumping already, and he couldn’t possibly top that without making her hop out of a plane, but once again he turned to his buddies and their part-time gigs. It turned out Beanie had the keys to an indoor pool. A YMCA kind of place where he cleaned the pool for the city swim team. The place was closed at night, so nobody would bother them. Rafe moored the boat and hailed a cab, careful to make sure it dropped them off far enough away from the building that nobody would see a car pulling up in the dark parking lot.
When he paid the driver and it sped away, Kalina stood with a corner of her mouth scrunched up, what he guessed was her confused expression.
“Really?” she finally asked. “You wanted to bring me out here to a dark alley?”
“A dark alley would be perfectly fine by me,” he said, “but I had something else in mind. Come on.”
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