Page 20 of Dry as a Fish
"Let me take us there faster," I sang, hearing the heat in my own song.
She nodded.
I began to swim, still holding her against me as I made my strokes languid and slow, exaggerated so our bodies rocked through the water together in a sensual fashion. She didn't push away from me or protest, and when I glanced down at her, she was still staring up at me, the heat still spreading across her cheeks.
"You can put your legs around me if you want to hold on tighter," I sang to her, running one of my hands down the outside of her thigh to her knee. I knew I was pushing it, but I wanted to. The moment she gave me any indication she wanted me to stop my seduction, I would. She knew she could swim on her own now. Even so, I should say it out loud to make sure she was aware of her options, even as I tried to blind herwith lust. "Or, if you prefer, we can swim side by side if you don't like the way I'm holding you."
"I like this," she said, her voice so meek and small it was hard to hear.
Her legs parted, wrapping around my hips.
The next thrust of my tail was hard and smooth, rubbing and rocking against her as I held her hips pinned in place against me.
She let out a gasp, muffled by the mask.
I continued to plow through the water, my tail rolling against her over and over again as her gasps turned into suppressed moans, as if she was trying to hide from me what I was doing to her, grinding against her as I carried her through the water, seducing her with the strength of my body, with the rhythmic rub against the space between her legs. I could feel the muscles in her butt clench and relax as she began to tilt her hips with my motion, angling herself against me as she shuddered with every roll of my body.
My shaft strained, desperate to extrude and slide into her.
It would be so easy to unseal the fabric between her legs, letting the next roll of her hips bring her wet slit against the head of my desperate need. There was a seal in her suit there that could be opened for that very purpose, but that wasn't what this moment was about. It wasn't about taking advantage of her enjoyment to plunge into her and weave our heartsongs together. This moment was about showing her a taste of the pleasure I had to offer her.
Then she was letting out little cries, and I pushed hard on her hips, sliding her up and down against me as I continued to swim.
Her thighs quaked as they clamped down on my sides, hernails dug into my chest, and then her entire body settled into stillness as she buried her face in my chest.
I made the motions of my tail less intense, less seductive, and I turned, exiting the mainstream current to go up a small side tunnel.
"We are here," I sang as I swam up to break the surface of the water. I reached up, grabbing the metal bar I had installed in the side of the rock. This hole had a few yards of rock going from the surface of the water to the inside of the cavern above. It had taken me some time to get a sturdy enough ladder installed in the rock wall. "Grab the bar. It will be hard to climb with your flippers, so stand on my shoulder while you climb."
She reached up and grabbed the bar with both hands.
I wrapped an arm around her waist, helping lift her up to reach the next bar, until she was high enough to get her flippers out of the water and brace her feet on my shoulders. Then, as she climbed, I climbed with her, below her, pushing her up as I hauled myself out, arm by arm, my tail hanging down below me. She reached the edge of the hole and climbed up over it. I was mere moments behind her, sliding myself out onto the thick moss I had planted there.
"What is this place?" she asked, her voice no longer muffled by her mask as she gazed around at the twinkling lights reflected from thousands of turquoise stones that studded the walls.
"It's a trap," I said.
Chapter
Ten
SLOANE
It took a moment for his words to sink through the flush of heat that had enveloped my body. The swim over here had been... so... wanton. I knew what he was doing the moment his hand ran down my thigh, and I let him do it. The desperate need between my legs had twinged with every touch of his body, and I just let him do that to me, bringing me to a peak that was both deeply satisfying and unfulfilling. I needed more, so much more. What he gave me was a familiar taste of what I had found for myself, quietly in my own bed when everyone was asleep. I knew that there was pleasure to be found like that, but to realize how easily another person could bring me to that place was eye-opening.
What would it be like if I let him do more?
I really wanted to find out.
"Wait, did you say a trap?" I asked, my mind suddenly catching up with his words. I looked around the large cavern.The walls weren't made of the same solid turquoise glowing rock; instead, the turquoise crystals speckled bare rock, like someone had taken a paintbrush and splattered the surface with them, making it a star-strewn copy of the night sky. The whole cavern floor was covered in a thick moss. There was a raised edge of a large pink raised rock in the center of the room, taking up most of it, and I could see the glimmer of water with steam rising from the center of it. Was that a raised pool?
"A trap for your heart," he said.
I looked back over at him, and he was grinning at me like a cat that had gotten into the cream, self-satisfied and mischievous.
He was flirting with me. I felt hot, bothered, and quite a bit confused. He had to know what he did to me on the swim over, right? If he did, why was he flirting with me? I'd already shown him that he could get what he wanted from me, that I was the kind of girl my parents always warned me I could become. I felt ashamed and excited, the conflicting emotions twisting around one another.
"What is it?" I asked, gesturing at the large, steaming pool.
