Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
KHARON
My eyes go wide at the feel of her small delicate lips pressed against mine. And suddenly, all discomfort at my body being weightless in the water is gone. I paddle with one set of arms, hold tight to her with the others, and focus on our mouths mating.
At first, she only presses her lips to mine.
Kissing, I recall, in a daze. This is kissing.
But then her little tongue presses against my lips, and I can barely remember my own name.
In this, I let her take the lead, far too aware of my sharp teeth.
I almost pull back. I am too dangerous for this intimacy.
But she kisses me so sweetly, sucking on my thick upper lip in a way that has my cock hardening fully against her belly.
Finally, she pulls away from my mouth, and I can’t help gasping.
“Did you like that?” she asks, eyes on my lips. I lick my lips, trying to chase her taste lingering there.
I nod. “I liked it very much.”
“Look,” she grins, “how well you’re swimming.”
I groan when I see that we’re in the middle of the gently moving river. My feet kick and don’t strike a hard surface. But having her in my arms, I can’t panic.
Her arms twine around my neck, and she leans up to talk into my ear.
“Now spin me around and fuck me from behind.”
My eyes widen again, and my heart thumps in excited anticipation.
From behind. . . I never thought of that.
And yet, as soon as she mentions it, it’s all I can think of.
I would slide so well into her cunt from behind.
I bet it would feel different, and my hands would have access to her entire body—
She giggles, a delightful new noise she’s only made since we began fucking. “What are you waiting for?”
Excellent point. Still, before I flip her to explore this enticing new position, I dip my head back toward hers. She moves forward, her lips again meeting mine.
Sometimes our fucking is ferocious, but this is oh so gentle. Her lips are like satin, and when her tongue peeks out, a growl comes from low in my chest. I never would have imagined such a small part of her could drive me so wildly insane, and yet—
“I want to devour you,” I growl, pulling back from her, and before she can respond, I easily flip her in the water so her back is to my chest. The water flows around us, and we bob up and down. I’m finally becoming used to the buoyancy. Somewhat.
Her hands tread water a little, joining the pair of arms I’ve abandoned to the task. I’ve never been more grateful for so many arms—so many hands.
Two land on her plump little breasts, and with two more, I grasp her waist and pull her ass towards my throbbing cock.
My shaft slides neatly between her legs, and she groans when it meets her pussy lips.
I was just inside her, so she should be stretched, but I like it best when she’s panting and begging for me.
I slide one hand around her waist to the little button at the top of her sex that’s still swollen from our earlier fucking.
She starts writhing almost as soon as I touch it, splashing wildly.
“Oh god. Kharon.”
I smile in satisfaction as she lifts her rump, and my cock slides inside her.
She abandons any pretense of treading water, trusting me to do it for the both of us.
One hand holds onto my bicep, and the other reaches behind her to hold onto my neck.
It thrusts her breasts out even more, and my fingers pinch her nipples.
She cries out and thrashes in my hold. Her inner walls grip my shaft, and I feel her body trembling. She twists, seeking friction, but I hold her there, my water nymph.
“You are mine,” I growl in her ear. “You do not come before I say so.”
She squeals in response and jerks her hips back and forth, clenching on my shaft.
“Your pleasure is at my command,” I hiss, pressing with the flat of my palm against her swollen bundle of nerves and massaging as I pull back with my hips, then thrust in again.
She lets out an anguished, pleasured noise.
“Tell me you understand.”
She nods, then cries, “Please. Please. Give us what we both want.”
When my palm stills, she whimpers.
I leave her like that, my palm a pressure against her button while I slowly thrust in and out. She’s on the edge, shaking with pleasure. And just when I know she expects me to start giving in and allowing her to peak, I withdraw my palm completely, clutching her waist instead.
The disappointed, desperate noises coming from her throat make me grin wide. If she wanted someone else to take control, she needed to be ready for the consequences. She doesn’t always get what she wants when she wants it.
I continue to fuck her slowly, my eyes closing as I revel in the feel of her tightening around me. She releases and clenches, releases and clenches, and my eyes pop open when I realize my little water witch will make herself come this way, from my cock alone.
My cock stiffens and pulsates at the thought, and I squeeze her hips and fuck her faster, even though I know I should be more disciplined.
But the pleasure haze is falling upon me. And there really is something to fucking in the water. We’re both weightless, so there is nothing to distract from the pleasure of her cunt. And her squeezing on my shaft feels so good.
I fuck her more vigorously, and she begins to make the noises that mean she is getting close. I have not told her she can come, but she is near it.
It is evil of me to test her when I am so near to losing control myself.
But I also have the feeling that though she has asked me to take control, in some way, it is a farce.
She is the one who lured me into the water and who told me the position to fuck her.
She does not let go of an iota of control. Only pretends.
So I say, “I do not give you permission to come,” as I continue to fuck her, near the absolute brink, and wait to see what she will do.
At first, I am filled with pride when she stops making noises. I fuck her with abandon, ready to drop my hand back to her cunt and bring us both to a screaming finish.
Right as my gush begins to spurt from my shaft and my hand slides from her waist to her sex so that I might bring her with me—
I encounter her hand there, working furiously at her own sex.
I roar as the last of my gush spills inside her tight cunt and pull out as soon as I am able. Then I lasso an arm around her waist and swim back towards the riverbank. Fast.
She yelps in surprise as I spin her body, flipping her over my shoulder as I walk out of the river.
“Wait, Kharon,” she says in a rush. “I’m sorry! I can explain!”
I do not listen. I’m not mad, exactly. But also, I will not be made a fool of. And I will not continue this bizarre game of control with her. I would not have minded her touching herself if it was the terms we had agreed to beforehand. But why tell me one thing and then sneakily do another?
Carefully I bring her from my shoulder and lay her on the sun-soaked grass.
“Is it because you wanted another punishment?” I ask, my brow furrowed.
She stares at the grass, plucking a blade and playing with it. “No. I mean”—her eyes peek up briefly towards my face—“I wouldn’t mind that.”
“Then why,” I demand. “Why ask for one thing then deceptively do another?”
“I don’t know!” she says, shredding the blade of grass. “I want to not be in control. For fucking once. I crave it. But it—” She cuts herself off.
“What? But it, what?”
“It terrifies me,” she finally admits. “Trusting anyone that much. To truly give control over. And there’s still so much we—” Again, maddeningly, she stops her own speech.
“What?” I demand again. “So much we, what?”
“So much we don’t know about each other.” Then she amends, “So much you don’t know about me.”
“Then tell me.” I sit down on the grass beside her, and her eyes flash my way and then back at the grass.
“I can’t,” she says.
“Why?”
“I don’t know how.”
I nod, coming to a decision. “Then we will do two things at the same time. I will punish you until you tell me.”
“Wait.” Her voice jumps an octave. “What?”
“You heard me,” I say darkly.
I watch her swallow, and then, ever so slowly, she nods. “Okay.” Her voice is small.
“You will finally trust me. With everything.”
I see her begin to shake, but she nods. I hate she has any fear with me. Soon, though, I will turn it into pleasure.
“Lay back.”
She hesitates a moment, then she does. She bites her lips, closes her eyes, then whispers, “Please take my fear. Take control. I want you to have everything.”
Naked on the soft, green grass, she is absolutely beautiful. This sun will never burn her skin, so I know I can take my time. I will take as long as I need until she gives up every fear, every secret, every shadow to me.