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The others are in the middle of the lagoon, and Raquel and I have somehow drifted to one side.
“You look the happiest I’ve ever seen you,” I say.
“Being away from work does that.”
“You really hate it where you work?”
“With every moral fiber in my body.”
“Work consumes you.”It seems to, she’s intense and focused, and such a justice warrior, I wonder if she ever makes time for fun.It took her coming out here to relax.
“I see it more as a vocation.”
We swim around one another.Treading water, swimming a few strokes, staying in our own secret orbit.
“You like to be in control?”she asks.
“Always.”
“You like to be on top?”
A rush of heat hits me and my mind flashes to picture what that would look like.What it wouldfeellike.It’s enough to get my cock swelling.I circle her, close enough to catch the faint glow of bioluminescence trailing off her skin, and she mirrors my movement.
“I’ll let you go on top occasionally.”
“I’m sure you’d like that.”Her voice is soft, and it turns my cock even harder.We stop, treading water, getting into deeper water with our innuendo.
“I wouldlovethat.”I struggle to keep my voice level.The words conjure up a picture of her doing just that, head tipped back, breasts thrust out, glowing like a damn goddess in this electric blue water.My cock cheers me on.I know what she wants, she wants to make serious conversation, but stripped down to our underwear in a bioluminescent lagoon is not the place for serious confessions.
She floats closer to me, her hair fanned out in the water, her eyes, dark and intense, locked on mine.“I very much like being on top,” she whispers so close to me that her lips brush my ear.Her body brushes mine, for a few seconds.
Fuck me, if she doesn’t leave me speechless and with a boner that’s going to hurt all the way home.
“I’ll let you do that, one day, princesa.”My voice turns hoarse.
“One day?”
“You decide, princesa.Totally up to you.I showed you my cards, told you some things.Now it’s up to you.”
She treads water, facing me, her movement keeping the water all lit up wherever she’s been.I move nearer, and she doesn’t move away.Instead, she floats nearer, the slight undercurrent maybe pushing us closer together.Our bodies bump together, bare skin on bare skin.The water lights up between us, slithers of glowing blue swirling around us.
I brush a lock of wet hair from her face, feel the wet softness of her skin.She tilts her head, we move closer, and soon we’re almost bumping legs.Our faces close now.Close enough that we could kiss.I don’t move but when she splays a hand on my chest, the movement sets off tiny grenades inside me.
“I do like you, Knight,” she murmurs.
“Yeah?”
She nods.
We’re making fucking progress.
“So, what are we going to do about it?”I ask.
My insides feel hot and tight, like a tightly coiled up spring, needing release.She’s waiting for me, but I’m in awe.Suspended like this, with the water blue and magical and magnificent around us.This feels like a moment suspended in time.She dips her head towards me, and I mirror the movement.Our lips brush.Soft and wet.Her body brushes against mine again.I’m pretty sure my boner’s grazed her skin, but hot damn if this doesn’t feel amazing.
“Time to head back!”someone shouts.
We stay still.Lips brushing again.The kiss eluding us, again.We breathe each other’s air in, poised in time, waiting with want.
