Only two things left.
She hadn’t had a drink—Carl claimed he hated alcohol—that his mother had been an alcoholic, and he never touched the stuff. So she hadn’t either. Though she was aware, with some part of her subconscious, that there was something wrong with the reasoning, something she was ignoring. But like everything else in this temporary life of hers—such as the scent of sulfur that often lingered on the air, the crimson that tainted her vision, her increased speed and strength, and other things she couldn’t explain—she didn’t inspect her doubts too closely. Didn’t want anything upsetting her little idyll.
The second last thing was making love in the ocean. Carl had claimed the Mediterranean was too cold for making love, and that his dick would shrivel up. So after Africa they’d gotten on a plane and headed for the Caribbean. Now she stood on the deck of a boat, no land in sight, surrounded by the turquoise sea as the sun set, shading it to red and gold.
She sensed him come up behind her.
“Shera…?”
Another round of persuasion? She could hear it in his voice, and she didn’t want that. She wanted this perfect moment. Turning, she rested her hands on his shoulders, rose up on tiptoe, and kissed his mouth, stopping the words that hovered there. For a moment he went still against her, and then he sank into the kiss, his tongue filling her mouth with hot wet kisses, cutting off her oxygen until she was dizzy with need.
She lowered her hands and reached behind her to tug on the tie holding her bikini top in place, pulling it free. She repeated the process with the bows at her hips, then she was naked. One down, one to go.
Resting both hands at his waist, she slid them down until she met the edge of his shorts, pushing her fingers inside. His breath hitched under the kiss, but he did nothing to stop her as she shoved the shorts down, pulling them free as they snagged on his erection. He kicked them off, and she backed away from the kiss, sank to her knees, and took him in her mouth, loving the salty taste of him as she sucked. Gripping his shaft in one hand, she ran her tongue over the head and along the steely shaft.
“Jesus.” His hand slid around to cup her head, hold her against him. Then his fingers loosened. “Stop,” he muttered, and she peered up the length of his body.
“Isn’t there something we’re supposed to be doing?” he asked.
Not waiting for an answer, he stepped back, gripped her shoulders, and hauled her to her feet. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to the railings, raised her a little higher, and dropped her over the edge.
She hit the water with a crash, and sank beneath the surface. At the last moment she snatched a final breath and clamped her lips together. The warm water closed over her head, and she drifted downward. Finally, she stopped sinking, gave a little kick, and floated to the surface. As she broke into the air, something large slammed into the water beside her. She blinked the salt from her eyes as a hand wrapped around her ankle and tugged her under once again.
She came up spluttering and laughing as Carl surfaced beside her. His hands gripped her waist and drew her close until the scorching hot length of his erection pressed against her belly.
“You want?” he whispered in her ear.
Oh yeah. I want.
In answer, she wrapped her legs around his hips, grinding her sex against his hard shaft, the pressure against her swollen clit sending pleasure rolling through her. Carl’s hands gripped her ass, lifting her a little until the head of his cock nudged at her opening. He pushed inside her with one hard flex of his hips. She gasped as he filled her completely, her head falling back, hair floating around her. The water was buoyant, holding them up, their only contact his hands on her hips, his cock deep inside her. The silky soft water caressed her skin, lapping over her breasts, teasing her nipples. Closing her eyes, she let sensation wash away all the thoughts in her head, the world reduced to nothing but pleasure. She reveled in the slow build up, the tightening in her belly, the shivers running along her nerves, until suddenly it all contracted then burst into a million parts. His hands shifted her closer, rubbing her clit against his body, and the pleasure was never ending.
She vaguely felt him come, pulsing inside her, his hands shifting, wrapping around her, pulling her close, and then they were sinking below the water, entwined as one. She kept her eyes open, studying the fractured light. For a long while she thought they might continue sinking, never come up, and she wanted that, really wanted it. But that wasn’t fair. She had made her choice, but she couldn’t take Carl with her. She kicked her legs at the same time he did, and their downward movement slowed. Another kick and they were rising.
She was gasping for oxygen by the time they broke the surface. They both heaved in gulps of warm sea-scented air.