Page 10 of Catch of a Lifetime
Getting that frisky in a place that was only theoretically private wasn’t my first choice, but what was I supposed to do, say no?
When my beautiful lover, for whom I’d been pining for half a year, tossed me up onto the wet sand at the water’s edge, crawled over me, pinned my hips with his big hands and sucked my brains out through my dick?
Not a chance.
Trespass on my land, and you get what you get.
I checked my watch again. God. Why?Whydid my bladder decide that now was the right time to remind me I’d hadfour coffees this morning before heading out to squeeze some avocados?
The only pressing bodily needs during a grand romantic reunion were supposed to be the sexy kind.
I discreetly shifted about until my bladder twinged with warning. I glanced up at the road.
No Jerry.
Okay.
“Dave?” I said. “I have to take a quick little trip over into the dunes for a minute. I will be right back.”
His long dark lashes fluttered as his eyes opened and he squinted up at me.
I couldn’t help it. I bent down and kissed him.
The delicious weight of his big hand settled over the back of my neck, holding me there as his lips moved gently over mine. He licked out delicately, teasingly.
“Mmm,” I said helplessly, then, “Uh-oh. Oh no.” I flattened my hands on the sand and attempted to shove up and away. “Gonna…ack. Dave.Dave. Let me go or I’m going to embarrass myself.”
He frowned at me incredulously.
I shimmied my hips. “I have to go.”
“Mm-hmmmm,” he hummed, releasing my neck only to palm my cock.
“Oh mygod.” I couldn’t help bucking into his touch—of course I couldn’t!—but I just as quickly tried to buck away.
He chuckled and firmed his grip before I could, giving me a good massage.
I hunched, letting out a sharp gasp. “Argh. Dave. No.”
He stilled and made a high-pitched, questioning sound.
I grabbed his thick wrist. He was so big in his merman form that my fingers didn’t even begin to meet around it. Panting sharply, I grappled for control over my bladder.
Irefusedto have it go down like this.
Our romantic reunion wasnotgoing to include me peeing on him.
“Just…give me a minute. Okay?” I pushed back to kneeling.
He didn’t let go of my groin, keeping his big, warm palm right there.
“Dave,” I choked.
He crooned something back at me.
I clenched his wrist tighter. “Listen. Dave. Listen, I—eep.”
He rubbed gently.
