Page 52 of Hot Summer's Prey

“Mucus?” she squeals. “The glowy blue stuff?”

“You heard me,” I chuckle.

She turns away from the anemone only to swim close to a small forest of soft corals, whose light shifts up and down the polyps.

“Gamer heaven,” she mutters. “I wish I could show Zeph.”

Once her enchantment with the coral has lessened, she moves on to the umbellula, long red invertebrates with a cluster of tentacles and polyps at the end of a thin white stalk that glow with green stripes.

And then a red-crown jellyfish flashes blue across its bell in a panic as a shrimp crawls up its tentacles in search of food. Teresa looks at the display in awe, her eyes shifting between me and the jellyfish. She spins around as best as she can to look at it all, but humans are not the best swimmers. I glide over to her, pull her into my arms.

“Care to dance?” I ask.

“Always,” she says, beaming wide.

23

PEARL JAM

PACARI

Our bodies join, so naturally in sync it seems impossible that we ever didn’t know each others. I spin her so she can observe every angle of the garden, see every beautiful wonder around us. Her face goes through such a series of expressions, I cannot help but laugh with joy at her delight. Her reaction is everything I could have wanted and more. She is so beyond anything I could have ever expected in a mate—had I ever even considered that was a possibility for me.

Soon, her expression shifts, her gaze growing heavy with excitement as she explores the way her body moves in the water. A smile spreads across her face, and suddenly, she’s looking at me with a teasing sultriness that makes me want to take her here and now. But she seems to have other plans, as she rolls her head and shoulders so that her hair follows the motion, billowing out from her head, sweeping across her face. When her eyes are revealed, she strikes her arms up above her head before thrusting them down, her breasts launching towards me. Just as I reach to take her in my arms, she spins her body, drops low to slide away.

Laughing, I chase after her in a series of rolls, happy to partake in this seductive dance with her. She kicks her leg high above her head into full splits, grabbing her ankle and spinning in glee. The motion sends her skirt flying upward. My eyes can’t help but to travel the length of her leg to the center of her body, to her beautiful cunt. I dive towards her, circle her legs to tease her in turn. She pulls her legs up to her chest, causing her body to sink towards me, and explodes towards my torso. I pull her towards me into a passionate kiss, our bodies undulating against each other.

I taste the smile on her lips, feel the pounding of her heart. Her thumbs stroke along my shoulder fins at the space between the cartilage, and I melt against her.

“I love you,” I can finally say. “Every bit of you. Wholeheartedly.”

“Bout time,” she giggles. “You couldn’t have been more obvious about it.”

She pulls back to look me in the eyes. They must be glowing bright yellow at this point. She bites her lip, a predatory look in her eye as she lowers herself. Suddenly, I am all too aware of the pearls straining against my sifon. My hand curls around the shaft, begins to stroke it.

“Not so fast,” she says amongst a burst of bubbles from her sultry laugh.

“Teresa, please. The pearls—”

“Mmm, the pearls,” she repeats, now at level with my sifon. She runs her cheek along it. “What are you going to do about them?”

I feel a dizzying lust overcome me. It’s too much, the way she’s talking, my need for her, the pressure from the pearls…and all of this here, in my garden.

“Normally, I—ngh--” She runs her tongue along the shaft. “I massage my sifon until—” Her hands are next. “—the pearls are—” One hand curls around my changan, which immediately wraps itself around her wrist. She strokes it gently before tugging slightly. The sensation is entirely new. I’ve never thought to play with it like she does now, leading it, controlling it, when its purpose is to guide my sifon and seek pleasure points in my partners. My legs feel weak as she dominates me in this way. I lose track of what my body is doing as I drown in the pleasure of her torment.

Was I saying something? I thought I—

Her tongue swirls around the opening to my sifon.

“I’m going to—”

Clarity hits me just before, and in a panic, I grab at her so her face isn’t pelted with all the pearls buried inside me. She lets out a surprised moan, which does not help things. I shudder as my orgasm rips through me. It is unlike anything I have ever felt, even compared to our first union. My head feels empty, my body seizing with ripples of ecstasy. Teresa wraps herself around me as I shake kisses me gently through the strange, overwhelming sensations.

When every pearl has been released, my legs curl into my chest. I feel so empty. There was a sweet torment to the build-up, as much as I needed the release. But I bore them inside me for so long I am lost now that they are gone. Especially because now I no longer carry within me the physical embodiment of our bond. She kisses my cheeks, seemingly as if she can sense the tears that would form if we weren’t underwater.

I kiss her deeply before pulling away. “Please, let me collect them.”

When she sees the desperation in my eyes, she lets me go. But she doesn’t just watch as I collect the huge load of pearls. They have a faint glow to them, or perhaps she would have to sit back and wait. Though hard, they are not so dense that they sink to the ocean floor, which is both helpful and not. When each one has been retrieved between the two of us—Teresa using her skirt to gather those that overfilled her hands—she turns to me.

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