Page 22 of Nix and Tell (The Arun Nixes #1)

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Violet

T he water isn’t as cold as I first thought, which I suspect may be Trisantona’s doing. There’s no point us dying of hyperthermia in her river and ruining this whole grand gesture thing. It feels warm, almost as if heated, and when I lean back and kick away from Chlo, she catches my ankle and hauls me back towards her.

My girl is so beautiful, standing her, in her element. The plants keep trying to cover her, to clothes her with their fronds, and I push them away with a stern “No.”

“No?”

“No, Chlo. I want to see all of you.” She flushes prettily at that, all the way down to her toes—which I know because I can see all of her. This river is clear as glass, and I don’t know if it’s Trisantona’s magic, or the liquid that I’ve poured into it, but everything is vibrant.

I feel like Judy Garland in The Wizard of Oz . I’m gone over the rainbow and now I see the world in glorious technicolour.

Chlo’s hair is short, but when it’s wet like this, I can run my fingers through it, tightening them at the base of her skull until she hisses and her head falls to one side.

“That’s it,” I whisper. “Just like that, my good girl.”

That makes her moan, and I lean down and bite her neck. This time I don’t even bother with suction; it’s a claiming, pure and simple, and she gives herself to me completely.

When I pull back, she meets my eyes and her pupils are the exact green of the starwort in the river around us. “More,” she pleads, and my cunt clenches in response. “I need more.”

With my hand, I guide her closer to me, floating through the water, and tug gently at her hair until she gets my hint and leans back. She floats atop the water, small ripples lapping over her body, over her belly, and I want to decorate her body with the prettiest pink bitemarks, from head to toe, but not now.

Now we have a purpose, this has a purpose, that goes beyond sex or kink.

“Are you ready, my love?” The endearment slips out before I can catch it, but it doesn’t matter because I know that it is true, and she, too, hears the truth in it.

“Yes.”

I run my hands across her body, teasing her nipples, and the trace a path to where water pools in her navel. One kiss there, and then lower and lower until I’m stroking the top of her mound.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Her eyes are closed now, and she’s drifting into subspace, just as she’s drifting on the river. I’ve got her though.

I’m her anchor.

She spreads her legs silently, and I position myself between them. Her clit, pink and hard is peeking out from behind her dark curls, and as I caress her, she moans. “That’s it, I’ve got you.”

And then I’m stroking down towards her entrance and fuck she’s wet—and not just from the river. Two fingers slip inside her without the slightest bit of resistance, and then I add a third, and then a fourth until she’s so full I can feel her pussy clenching around my fingers.

She’s tight and hot and feels so good I groan myself, rubbing my thighs together for some sweet sweet friction.

“More,” she says, and I laugh.

“Sweet girl, there’s not much more that I can give you.”

“Yes there is,” she says, and there’s that pleading note in her voice again.

“There is?” I’m teasing her, but I want to hear her say the words, I want to hear her beg me for it.

“Please fill me up… completely. I can take your whole hand, I promise.”

I have another bottle of the basil oil concoction in the boat, and I lean over and grab it. Chlo makes a slight complaining noise as I leave her empty, but there’s a sigh of relief when she sees me coating my hand and arm with it.

“It’s olive oil, and it’s spelled for protection, so I think we’re good on skin irritation,” I say.

“I’ll be fine; basil’s a plant.”

I return to stroking her, filling her up with my four fingers until her pleading turns into begging.

“Please, Vi, please. I need it. I need you .”

It’s just as well my hands are small. I add a thumb to where my fingers are moving in and out of her, a simple rhythm so she can adjust. “You sure?”

“Oh fuck me already,” she growls, and I’m so surprised that I do. My hand is tightly coiled in a kind of gesticulating shape, all pointed, and I can’t quite believe it when I push firmly past the slight resistance, into her pussy.

I can feel her whole cunt clenching around my fist, and I try moving it from side to side and the sound she makes is almost like keening.

“Yes, just like that,” she gasps, and I start to stroke her clit with my other hand.

“You’re incredible,” I say. “Look at that, Chlo. You took all of it. I’m so so proud of you.” I’m not just saying it; I am so proud of her, for doing this, for being here with me, of giving of herself like this. I’d do anything for her. End the world in its entirety for this woman, here.

“I love you,” she says, and I can tell she’s close. “You know that, right?”

“Good,” I say. “Because I love you too.” And then I lean down and take her clit between my teeth—just the way she likes—and pull.

She shatters.

And the river shatters with her, a huge wave rolling beneath us, lifting us up, and it’s all I can do to hold on to her, pulling her close to me, and allowing her to ride her orgasm as we ride this wave together.

In an instant, the river is still again, Chlo is still, and when she opens her eyes, they are filled with tears.

“May I kiss you?” I ask, and she nods, wincing slightly as I extricate myself, and then sighing against my lips in happiness.

“I didn’t think I’d ever find you,” she says, and her voice is gruff, like the very first day we met, and perhaps, just perhaps, I was in love with her from that moment.

“You’re mine now,” I say, nudging against the bitemark on her neck with my nose. “See?”

“We belong together.”

“Yes, my darling. Always.”