A Happy Blue

He leaned in and kissed her, so gently, lips brushing and mouthing. She hung on the currents, tipping, swaying with him. Warm, and wet. Safe, and sexy. Lips curving in a smile, she kissed him back, swirling her hips against him. Tilting her shoulders so that her breasts rubbed him, her hands traced him from crown to shoulder.

Following his arms down to his hands, she gently pulled on his wrists, lifting them from her waist, and set his hands back on her chest. He floated his palm just over the tips of her aching nubs, the heat of his palms sending spirals into her gut. Sighing with relief, she pressed one more kiss to his lips, his chin, licked the angle of his smooth, salty jaw.

"Jand, remember how you asked my forgiveness?"

He licked her lower lip, nodded, licked it again. "I'll be gentle. I can be gentle."

Her hands went down his stomach, and folded over his erection. She softly danced her fingertips over the blazing heat of him. The veins, the fur at the very base, the hard ring of muscle at the top.

"Well, the thing is..."

She closed her left hand hard around the thickest girth at the base, putting her palm against him. The fingers of her other hand gently patted over the taut crown. She watched his eyes flutter shut.

"You don't really need forgiveness." She rotated her wrist, chafing him, torquing him a little bit.

His head jerked back on a neck gorgeous with strands of muscle.

Her pinkie settled into his tip, probed, pressed, wriggled at his hole. "I liked it a lot. The most beautiful pain of my life." Giving his words back to him, her nipples throbbed, breasts suspended in the water, waiting for his webbed and taloned hands to return.

She spun her lower wrist the other way, squeezed hard. Her right hand pinched his tip, her fingertips closing in a coordinated group, echoing his touch. A guttural moan ripped from his throat. Even through her assault, his palms gently floated over her nipples.

"Jand, I want more. I want all of you, and all you have to give."

His head snapped forward and his mouth closed around her throat. She felt the drag of his pointed teeth, the lash of his tongue, the soft heat of his lips along her collarbone. His hands closed hard on her breasts, fingers sinking deep into her softness. She flattened her hand on his crown, rubbing the tip of him with her cupped palm as her lower hand went even lower. Reaching below his soft globes, she grasped them, rolling them firmly.

Her fingers had just brushed the gap behind his balls when his fingers found her nipples. His hips jerked wildly under her hands, his teeth stung the column of muscle under her ear. But her nipples had finally caught the fire he'd been throwing at her since the storm. His mouth captured her ear, tongue thrusting deep, while his fingers flexed, twisted, jerked her tits hard.

Burn, baby, burn. So good. One hand clamped on his thick cock like a vice while the other anchored on his rock-hard ass.

His hands grabbed at hers, wrestling them behind her back. One hand clamped hard on both wrists, while the other directed his penis into her folds.

"Ahhhh!"

The shock of such an intimate touch was the lighting of the match. Her fuse was going, and she wasn't stopping. She threw her legs up and around him. Feeling how much narrower his body had become, she could really cinch her legs tight. He got his tip set to her hole, and pulled on her arms, on her hip where he held her with his other hand. Her back bowed.

The head of him pushed into her. "Yes! Jand!"

"Sid." With that one word he folded his body and shoved himself deep.

"Hunh!" The shock of his presence matched the stunning knowledge that she was finally complete. No other man had ever been such a perfect fit. He was so hot, and water was not a lubricant. That first drive had a lot of friction. The burn of it sang right to her clit, which met his stomach hard. Suspended from his hips, hanging in the water, bowed back by his grip on her hands, she writhed.

"Too much?" he gasped. His thumb swept the edge of her ass.

"Again! Yes!"

Hearing her own word from his throat clenched her belly so that she ground down around him, clamping hard.

He didn't stop again. He churned so fast in her that froth bubbled up around them. His hand left her wrists to grab both her hips, his cock wild and furious inside. Her slick coating sank down from inside her, smoothing his way. Pure, singing pleasure.

Every slap of his body drove the breath from her. "Hunh!"

Her nipples drove into his chest. "Hunh!" Her grunt sounded softly into the enclosed pocket of air around them.

Her toes ached from holding her feet clenched tight. "Hunh!"

His ass was incredible, flexing beneath her fingers. "Hunh!"

His mouth closed over her throat again. She felt his teeth set in her skin. "Hunh!"

His breath was warm, his tongue pressed firmly against the beat of her pulse."Hunh!"

On every retreat, she swore she could feel his crown dragging out through her flesh."Hunh!"

His stomach was so hard, her clit mashed into him with every strike. "Hunh!"

The light kept changing on her view of his shoulder, shimmering, darkening. "Hunh!"

So sweet, to be filled, so hard, so deep. Surrounded by wet. "Hunh!"

He adjusted his grip and the pull of his hands opened the cheeks of her ass. "Hunh!"

The water was just slightly cooler there, enough to notice. "Hunh!"

He moaned, and the rumble went into her throat from his mouth, to her breasts crushed between them, to her straining clit. "Hunh!"

He came, seizing her in a full sweep of his arms, clutching her tight. His teeth spiked into her skin, his mouth sucking hard, and his hips convulsed in the cradle of her thighs, chafing her clit, grinding it. The rigid man in her arms was a miracle to her body and soul.

He threw back his head and roared. The water-muffled sound sent her into another orgasm and she writhed, clutching him tight in the small of his back, her feet twined around his thighs.

When the pleasure settled, her legs unwound, her arms fell away. His hips flexed into hers, as he continued to pulse. She floated, in utter peace. The silence was complete, and the water warm, comforting.

Yes. She'd found him. Nothing would ever be more perfect than floating with Jand coming in her arms.

That's when the bubble disappeared. The water was on her face, and she hadn't taken a breath. She jerked, the salt stinging her eyes. He pulled out of her, another shock. She spun desperately, trying to identify the surface. Jand's arm tightened around her waist and he began to stroke, kicking, pulling one handed. She kicked with him, disoriented, thinking he wasn't swimming up, but trusting him. The light shimmered, and suddenly her lungs seized. She wasn't going to make it. She slapped a hand over her mouth, clenched her teeth, kicked furiously. This wasn't happening. She'd just found him. She'd had the most perfect loving of her life.

Jand let her go, pushing her forward. She looked wildly at his retreat, thrashing harder. She choked, and her eyes desperately sought the transparency of surface water. She coughed, opened her mouth—brain screaming NO!—powerless to prevent her body from trying to breathe.

Lips covered hers, hands clamping her nose, head angled roughly to create a seal. Her hands grabbed him, and he breathed. She struggled but he held her pinned, giving her air she struggled to swallow. Calming, she closed her stinging eyes, and let her lungs expand to their fullest.

Relax.

On the third breath, she became aware of their speed. His body was undulating, her legs flowing in a powerful current. This was much, much faster than when he'd carried her from the storm. They breached the water in a glorious arc, spiralling into the air a good ten feet above the surface. The sky had never been such a happy blue, and the sun was a ball of celebration. Her mouth stayed fused to his until the height of the leap. At that moment of stillness, when she thought they might fly as his next feat of magic, she looked at him, dazed, dazzled. His black eyes caught hers, his skin shining sleek in the sun.

And he said, "I love you."

She landed in the water with a shriek, laughing, clutching him so tight around the neck she knew it mustn't be comfortable. He hugged her tight.

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Light on the Water Excerpt:

When she opened her eyes again, the sun was much brighter. The lightning was gone, the water like silk. He angled up and slowed, letting their drift carry them out. The bubble disappeared as they broke the surface and she breathed, deep and even. Spinning in his arms, she let him control their balance, hanging from his shoulders. The sky was cloudy, the water warm but choppy.

Looking into his gray face was amazing. There was no doubt he was handsome, sculpted like a roman statue. He had a normal human face in every way. He had eyelashes, and eyebrows, and fluffy black hair that stuck up like otter fur, slightly spiked. His eyes were black, dark enough to hide everything. His touch was so familiar, so right, but his image was utterly alien, something she'd never have been able to imagine even with the help of tequila.

She grinned at him. "Wow."

He solemnly watched her. Then, ever so slowly, as they bobbed on an upswell, he smiled, too. His gaze was gentle... his teeth were a dolphin's. Rows of conical teeth made for capturing, puncturing, tearing. When she blinked at seeing them, his smile disappeared.

She looked up at his eyes, watching her carefully. He saw her, deeply, clearly. His torso swayed powerfully, the lower half of his body, the powerful, thick peduncle, brushing against her feet every so often. She wanted him. All of him. She yearned to possess him. To be possessed by him. Yes. She had no idea what to say. Her brain was seized by his beauty.

So she said that. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

His eyes tightened first, then his nose flared, and finally his jaw clenched. His hands had been at his side, idly feathering in the water. They stilled first, then his fluke.

As they sank, his hands went to her waist, then slowly slid around, one to her tailbone, one to her shoulder, until she was wrapped in his strong arms. The bubble slid into place over her face, but since he held her so closely, it enveloped both of them, joining them in a private underwater world.

"You mean that." His voice was normal. Low, manly, nice. A faint lilting accent tinged his words, almost Irish, almost Island.

"I do."

They stared at each other for more long minutes. All she could hear was her breathing. His hands were fiery, burning the imprint of his fingers into her skin. She flexed her fingers into his shoulders. What did it mean to him to hold her so closely, her breasts now buried in the heat of his chest?

She remembered hearing her same ragged breathing in the storm, after the silence descended around her. "You came for me."

"You didn't want to die..."

"You saved me." She was not going to ask why. That had been him, putting the air around her face before he'd even reached her.

"I didn't want you to die."

Her hands softened on his shoulders, slid to the sloping muscle that connected to his neck, explored the hollows there with her thumbs.

Finally, his hands moved idly over her skin. Testing, teasing. The flex of his nails zipped across her skin. Those black eyes stared. Her heart tripped harder, thumping. The merman in her arms wanted her, too.