Chapter 9 #2
Tiny silver fish swim, unperturbed by our presence. A crab scurries off a rock and disappears. It’s a world I know so well, one I dream about sometimes.
Danger circles us and then climbs up onto the raft, barking.
I allow myself to go vertical. As Devon comes behind me, he turns me and points.
In the water's gloom, grey shapes appear.
I watch in awe as a pod of dolphins swims towards us, watching us with big, intelligent eyes as they pass by.
A doting mama carefully guards a baby. They stay for a few minutes and then, having satisfied their curiosity, they leave.
I break the surface and pull my snorkel out of my mouth.
“Did you see that? Oh, god, Devon, that was incredible. They came so close.”
He smiles at me. “They did. They were beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I murmur.
“We’re not done yet.” He laughs and puts my snorkel back in before ducking back under the water.
Devon takes my hand. He smiles; I can tell because, in his mask, his eyes crinkle, and my stomach flutters again. We’re swimming side by side, and I am so hyper aware of him, I could almost forget where we are.
He points out schools of fish and an octopus that crawls slowly over a rock.
The sand and its patterns, the light that shines down on them, are the patterns of my life.
I undo the rope and hand it to Devon, taking a deep breath and diving.
In the silent world of the ocean, I have none of the concerns of past or future; it’s just me in this moment.
The pressure, the freedom, the ocean is like a hug.
I'm light, and everything makes sense in this strange world.
I reach the bottom and pick up an abalone shell, running my fingers over the iridescent rainbow before I turn.
He’s there, right there.
Closer than he’s ever been before.
A dream I haven’t been able to rid myself of. Right now, I don’t want to. I tried once, and it hurt too much.
I kick, using long, powerful flicks of my fins to propel me higher and faster. I surge up out of the air, spitting out my snorkel, gasping. As I fall back, I find myself laughing and really, truly relaxing for the first time since I’ve come home.
Devon grabs me and drags me up against him. He shoves his mask off, holding it in one hand while he treads water, keeping us up.
“You’re still there, wild Sol?”
I blink up at him, pull off my mask, and then, because it feels right, and I don’t think I’ll ever get to do it again, I lean up and kiss him.
He groans into my mouth, and I arch my back, pressing into him. His tongue pushes inside my mouth, stroking me. I tilt my head to the side as he devours me, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling.
Danger barks, and I pull back, checking. He’s on the raft, wagging his tail at us.
Devon’s fingers trail over my ass and up along my spine. I turn, keeping him in sight as he moves around me.
I put my mask back on, but something’s changed, and Devon circles around me before diving and coming up under me, his hands run up my thighs and over my hips before coming up to slip under my bikini, holding my breasts.
I moan into the snorkel, but he tweaks my nipple, steals the fabric, and circles me again.
I kick to the surface and take my mask off again. Danger is sitting there watching. I open my mouth to say something when he wraps around me again, his hot mouth latching onto my breast and sucking hard. Where has his mask gone?
We sink. I take a breath as he drags us down, devouring me. His fingers slip under my bikini bottoms and slip between my thighs, caressing and then sliding easily into me. I exhale bubbles in surprise.
He kicks up, two powerful thrusts of his legs that he imitates with his fingers. My head breaks the surface and the whine I’ve been holding tears out of my throat. He mouths my throat and moves my legs up to circle his waist.
“Take a breath.”
I take one, and we sink down again. He thumb strokes over my clit before pressing his fingers deep into me again. I stare into his eyes and reach up, pulling my mask off so it’s just us. There is so much intensity, I feel like I could burn up.
His hand slides up over my thigh and up my spine, pulling me close.
My mind is whirling. What is happening? Is this really happening? Oh, it feels so good. Devon Hart is finger-fucking me in the ocean.
I silence them all, grinding against him as he works me into a frenzy of pure need.
Over and over, he strokes me until I think I might go insane.
We rise to the surface, breathe, and sink down, only for him to drive me wild and repeat.
His mouth latches onto my shoulder, my throat, moving constantly over me in the spaces when we come up for air.
His hands caressing me into a fire of need.
I am putty in his hands.
“Come for me,” he whispers before we sink down again.
I squeeze my eyes closed, wrapped around him as he pushes me over the edge. He keeps moving his fingers, stealing every single ripple of pleasure that he can. I’m helpless for this alpha.
He shoves up and lazily removes his hand from my pussy. He ducks down, licking saltwater from my jaw.
“Hungry?” he whispers.
I stare at him, amazed, shocked, speechless. “Yeah.”
“Come on. I’m starving.”