Page 28 of The Naiad's Lover

I sighed, and waited.

The little dark speck popped up even further away, but I got the same cheerful wave and shout.

I sculled backwards until I was standing comfortably, the water lapping at my collarbones. We’d been at it for a good hour and a half, and apparently being fit enough to walk all day long didn’t translate when it came to swimming.

I was tired and my muscles ached.

Expecting Sayan to reappear behind me, I gasped when, out of nowhere, that teasing heat once again surrounded the head of my cock.

At least…

Dear gods in all ten heavens, let it be Sayan and not a fish, or an eel, or?—

I gasped again and groaned when I felt pressure at my hole even as that heat slid down to cover the full length of my shaft. My stomach clenched as Sayan dragged back up with a long, slow suck from the base to the tip.

He released me with a quick, playful kiss and stood, drawing it out in that way he did when he wanted to be admired. Displaying himself for me.

He wasn’t only making sure that I got a good view.

He was making sure that I got a goodfeel.

He dragged his body over mine as he stood; his chest slid first over my belly, then my chest, then he slipped a thigh between mine and arched over me, a hand secure at my back to help me keep my balance.

Oh, he was dazzling like this.

The sun glowed behind him and light caught in the drops of golden water that rushed over his skin. He was little more than a dark shape in my sun-struck vision, but I didn’t need to see his face to know he was gazing at me with hunger and intensity.

I felt it in the tension of his body, in the hardness that he pulsed slowly, almost absently against my stomach, in the space he refused to let open up between us.

And simply because that was the way he always looked at me.

The sound of splashing grew closer as Ral made his way over to us.

Sayan pushed my hair back and lowered his head to kiss me, settling his warm lips on mine and resting them there. The possessive hand low at my back slipped down to hold my arse.

“That was even faster!” Ral said with enthusiasm.

Sayan tilted his head and parted my lips with his, his tongue pressing in and gliding over mine. I gripped his shoulders tighter.

“I’ll bet no one else in Laskeld has ever gone that fa—oh. Uh.”

Sayan licked into my mouth with deep, claiming strokes. The hand on my arse slid inward. He stroked my hole with gentle insistence.

The sound of heavy breathing broke me out of the erotic spell. I blinked my eyes open and my gaze clashed with Ral’s.

The poor boy was staring at us, his cheeks bright with a hard blush.

“Sorry, Ral,” I said. That was all I could get out before Sayan caught my chin and brought my mouth back to his.

I kissed him quickly and pulled back.

Sayan’s hold on me tightened.

“Sayan,” I said, “not here.”

“Yes. Here. I want you now.”

Ral choked.

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