Page 65 of Minding the Minotaur
I grin. “Yeah, we may need some sustenance for the afternoon’s activity.”
He chuckles as he brings out the sandwiches, another bag of chips, and the drinks. We have a little of the wine, and munch on the food, gazing at the beauty around us. I look up and see a hanging garden of crystals, glistening in the light from the moths. It feels like they are congregating, as if to show us the sights better.
“Stalactites,” Arlo supplies. I’ve never heard of such things, but they sure are pretty.
When we’ve washed down the food with wine and water, we undress, gazing at each other. Arlo is such an amazing creature. Beautifully honed, despite his size, every muscle as if carved out of stone. I take in his handsome face, the nosering, his huge horns curling up over his soft brown ears, and those dark, dark eyes, filled with lust and love…
I see his eyes panning my body, so full of admiration that my heart swells. I know in this moment that every cell of this guy worships me, and that makes me love myself. I realize that over these last few weeks with Arlo, my confidence has soared. All my negative appraisals of myself have disappeared.
Because he loves me, every bit of me, just the way I am.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” Arlo strides forward, lifts me up against his huge pecs, and carries me down into the water.
“No Arlo, no.” I giggle playfully, pummeling his chest, but he squeezes me tighter.
“My little human is going in.”
I squeal as the cold hits me, but his arms are warm and tight around me, his chest strong and protective against my skin, and as we sink into the water, I realize that it’s not so very cold, and the texture is like silk on my body.
He bends his head and kisses me, and I feel his cock harden against my hip. I wind my arms around his neck and kiss him back, my breasts nudging his chest and my nipples hardening with the friction of his heated body.
I scissor my legs around his pelvis and we’re kissing, deep and long, and then with a laugh he lets me go and I sink into the water, over my head. Green is all around me, bubbles of water, and my blonde hair flies loose, floating around my face as I roll onto my back and give myself up to the magic of it all.
I close my eyes and take in the amazingness of being buoyed in this water for several minutes. When I open them, Arlo is gazing down at me.
“Your tits look fucking amazing like this,” he growls in appreciation.
“You could partake if you like,” I say flirtatiously, and he sweeps one big palm around my boob, bends his head andsucks each nipple into a hard, needy peak. Pleasure builds at my core, an insistent drum heralding what’s to come.
“I think it’s time we went back to dry land,” I say pointedly.
We swim back and return to where we undressed.
Arlo has even thought to bring a towel. He dries me gently, then himself, and then we lay down on the rock.
We don’t need words as we trace each other’s faces, and gaze into each other’s eyes.
It’s romantic and beautiful. As his hand slides lower, and mine too, I trace every cord of his neck, the ropes of his shoulder and bicep muscles. I run my hand down every ripple of his hard abs and he groans. He does the same to me, sliding those big gentle digits down my throat, stopping at the hammering pulse there, pressing gently with the pad of his thumb before thoroughly exploring my breasts, cupping them as if they are exotic fruit. Then, bending his head, he finally sucks my swollen nipple into his mouth.
Fireworks explode inside me. As I groan and arch on the rock, he turns his attention to my other breast.
His hand slides lower, dips between my legs, then away. I try to capture it by scissoring his hand between my thighs, needing his touch on my swollen little bud, but with a low husky laugh, he moves his hand away, gently pressing my thighs apart.
“Not so fast, my needy little human. I need to prep you to take my cock.”
He moves down, settling his head between my legs, his horns forcing my thighs to stretch wide. His tongue laps everywhere around the soft hair of my pussy, but not quitethere.
“Oh goddess,” I groan as I grab his horns, guiding him toward my clit, bucking and rotating my hips, but still he teases. I feel the lightest flick of his tongue on my clit and a fire of need hits my core, making me jerk and writhe.
“Please, Arlo,” I beg, and the sound echoes around the rock walls.
“Not yet, my pet. You have to bereallyhungry for this cock of mine.”
He returns with focus, while his hands reach higher, kneading my breasts, thumbing my nipples.
I feel so hot and swollen and desperate that I’m begging, gasping. “Suck my clit… Please… suck… Lick… all of it…”
He chuckles, then gently nips my clit with his teeth. So lightly, so barely there, so tantalizing. Then he blows onto it gently, his breath sweet and hot. Then nips. Then…
