Miranda curled up on top of him, rubbing against him like a cat. "Oh, yea," she agreed.
They just lay there in the sand for a long time, watching as the final rosy fingers of sunset faded from the night sky. When total darkness had finally fallen, Miranda pushed herself upright, straddling him. Her mouth curved into a sexy smile as she felt him harden within her again. She wriggled her hips against his, and he grinned. "Again?"
"Um-hmm." She leaned down next to his ear. "And again, and again, and again. For as long as you can keep it up."
"Oh, baby," Hunter murmured as she again rolled her hips. He grabbed her butt to stop the motion. "Not here. We'll end up with sand in some really unpleasant places." Reluctantly, Miranda nodded, and slowly, every so slowly, pulled herself off his impressive erection. She stood beside him, slowly, teasingly removing the last of her clothing and slipping out of her sandals. She glanced over her shoulder as she walked naked to the surf line and stepped into the incoming tide.
* * *
He'd never felt anything like this before in his life. Quickly he got up and shed the sand-covered remains of his own clothing, watching as lovely Miranda frolicked like a child in the surf, golden body and hair gleaming in the faint starlight. She held her arms out to him as he reached the edge of the water, and without hesitation, he joined her in the water. For a time he was content to swim and play with her, amusement racing through him as she would slip below the waves and swim up to him, touching, stroking, even nipping occasionally before darting away like a curious minnow. Her teasing kept him in a state of heavy arousal, longer than he'd ever held and erection before. Finally, he could take no more, and when she swam up to him, he reached out and grabbed her under the arms, hauling her up against him, rubbing against her. "I need you again," he breathed against her warm, wet skin. In response, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, legs around his hips, squirming around until her moist opening was poised against the straining head of his manhood. "Not here," he breathed as she began to lower herself over him. "We'll drown!"
"No we won't, Love," she whispered back, sinking fully onto him. "I won't let us drown." Hunter staggered back a few steps, trying to get them out of the water before he collapsed, but Miranda was too eager, pressing her heals against his butt, grinding herself eagerly on him. With a gasp of inevitability, Hunter felt his legs buckle, and hoped that the water was shallow enough that they would stay above.
* * *
Miranda could see he was lost. The water they were in was deep, deeper than they were tall when anywhere but on their feet. As he sank slowly below the surface, Miranda leaned forward and locked her lips to his in a deep, openmouthed kiss. Unable to resist, Hunter was thrusting his penis deeper and deeper into her belly, rubbing the thick head against the mouth to her womb. His eyes flashed open as they sank below the waves and were tugged by the current into deeper water, black and silver meeting gold and green, and with a reassuring squeeze of arms and legs, Miranda opened herself to the water, allowing part of her true nature to take over.
The thin, almost invisible gill slits on the sides of her neck fluttered open, allowing precious, oxygen rich sea water to flow over them. She filled her lungs with air reclaimed from the ocean and exhaled deeply into Hunter's lungs. She began to breathe for them both, allowing him to concentrate on making love to her. This time, cushioned by the sea, the loving was long and slow and leisurely, his thrusts much more gentle, but just as deep, just as pleasurable. Miranda kept her arms locked around his neck, her lips pressed tightly to his as his hands roamed from hip to breast, squeezing her gently, rubbing his fingers back and forth over her sensitive nipples. The sensation sent a dart of pleasure through her, and she stiffened in his arms, almost forgetting to breath for them both. She squirmed and writhed in his arms as he began to move faster, his climax rapidly approaching. He gripped her hips with bruising force, fighting the resistance of the water as he quickened his pace. When culmination was finally upon him, he slipped a hand between their bodies, and rubbed hard and fast against her clit, bringing her to orgasm just as he reached climax himself, exploding deep within her.
Lips still pressed together, Miranda opened her eyes and gazed deeply into his black and silver ones. She could see the shock of what she had revealed to him creeping into his awareness. But right now she could not give him the explanation he would seek. Giving him one last deep breath, she pulled her lips and body from his and pushed him away. He shot like a rocket toward the surface of the water, and Miranda held herself deep below, watching as an incoming wave picked up his unresisting form and swept it toward shore.
"I'll come back to you," she whispered into his mind. "Wait for me."
To Be Continued...
