Page 27 of Waters that Drown Us
“Alice…” I warn, kicking harder to keep us both afloat as she focuses on her task. I hoist her a little higher so I can run my mouth over her collarbones, a triumphant glow settling in mychest when I see her nipples harden through the fabric of her swimsuit.
“You always make me feel so good,” she says on a slight whine, pushing against my shoulders so I’ll let her sink again.
“I love making you come, Pecas,” I swear, because it’s true. I thought the look on her face, the way her body reacts to my touch, everything about her pleasure might lose its captivating shimmer once I experienced it a dozen or so times, but I’ve never been so happy to be wrong. If it were reasonable, I’d spend most of my waking hours drawing those sighs and cries from her pretty little mouth.
“But I want to make you feel good too,” she demands, her fingers trailing over my breasts, down my stomach, toward the apex of my thighs. My skin flashes hot in the frigid water, and I feel the muscles in my neck tighten with restraint.
Obviously she’s touched me plenty in the last dozen or so days, but the focus of our experiences has been her pleasure, which is how I prefer it. Ever the control freak, I like being the one dictating the experience, giving her every ounce of ecstasy her body can withstand. She hasn’t made me come with her hands or mouth yet, but I’ve experienced plenty of orgasms just from watching her take everything I can give her.
That’s not to say I’m not interested in shaking things up.
“So eager for me,” I praise, grabbing one of her hands and placing it on my shoulder so she’s supported by my body. I slip the thin buoy under my other arm so I have additional support as I tread. “Do you want me to tell you how to be a good little prize for me?”
He breaths pick up as she nods, and I lean away from her so she has better access to my body.
Maybe the sharks won’t kill me out here, but this might.
“Pull my swimsuit to the side, pretty girl,” I direct, thankful that I wore a rather loose one. Alice takes her time, like Ihoped she would, dragging her short fingernails over my covered pussy, the sensation both dulled and intensified by the barrier between us.
I don’t urge her faster, letting her explore giving like this at her pace. I’ll direct her when she needs it, but I want her to feel confident receivingandgiving.
Eventually she does as I asked, slipping the bottom of the wet fabric aside and securing it between my thigh and pelvis. It’s not an easy thing, to keep treading water and be exposed like this, but I still manage to spread my legs a bit more for her.
The water is even colder on my newly-exposed skin, but I barely notice it with the way my blood is on fire. I’m watching her like she’s an eclipse, like I can’t look away, like it’ll burn my eyes to witness but I’m compelled to anyway.
“I want to know what you like,” she says softly, barely touching me as hovers her hand over my exposed slit, grazing the short, dark curls there. “Teach me to make you feel like you make me feel.”
She really is going to be the death of me.
Chapter 13
Alice
The drive to please Emily, to do for her what she does for me, is almost insatiable. I’m lucky she’s so strong, and is ironically a very good swimmer, because she’s essentially holding us both up with barely any support from the buoy. Her arms are wide and her long legs kick in smooth, controlled strokes to keep us both afloat. I have a hard time pulling my eyes away from her legs, the contracting muscles of them mesmerizing. I’ve never met someone so beautiful and capable at the same time.
The emotional turmoil I’m experiencing has become so violent, it’s almost like I’ve become numb to it. My attraction to her, my guilt, my fear, my bloodthirst, my need—it all feels so distant and faint, like the memory of the rolling ocean after you step onto land. I can’t seem to come to terms with my feelings, so I’m ignoring them and embracing this. The way she makes me feel, the world of pleasure andfunshe’s introduced me to. I hate myself for damning her, but not enough to stop.
It’s the complexity of these emotions, how they overwhelm me, that makes me feel so attached. That has to be the reason. I wouldn’t feel so completely consumed by her if I wasn’t putting her life at risk. This sensation, like she’s the only person in theworld I can trust, is because I know she can’t trust me. The desire to spend every moment with her, for as long as she’ll let me, is because I know both of ours are likely numbered.
It’s all too much.
But this? Touching her, being touched by her? Learning, feeling,living? That isn’t too much at all.
In complete contrast to everything I’ve ever imagined for my life if I could be free of Ilya and my father, I suddenly want to be controlled. My body and mind both crave being led, being told exactly how to give her pleasure and seeing the way she reacts when I do as I’m told. I want her to dominate me, despite the fact that my most fervent dream is complete freedom from any control.
She’s the exception to every rule. Because I trust her, even though she can’t trust me.
“Please,” I repeat, dragging the pad of my middle finger over her clit, my head swimming pleasantly when she chokes out a groan. “Please tell me what to do.”
“Do that again, but a little more pressure,” Emily hisses out, her kicking becoming less even as I follow her directions. As much as I love when she overwhelms me with pleasure, this is euphoria of a different brand, equally potent. “Keep going like that, Pecas. Until I tell you to stop.”
She drops her head back and seems to soak up the pleasure, and the strange sensation of being both desired and useful fills my chest with pride. I don’t know how else to describe it, but it’s a relief to know I can make her feel this way, that it’s not one-sided.
Her chest rises and falls, quicker and quicker with every second that passes as my fingers rub quick circles. Slowly, so I don’t disturb the delicate balance she’s created as we float in the ocean, I lean forward and take one of her nipples into my mouth through her swimsuit.
“Fuck, Alice,” she gasps, and I feel my core ache with the need in her voice. “Inside me, now.”
I hate that I love how demanding she is. I slip my finger inside her and feel her pussy tighten around me, wishing she would demand more of me. Maybe it’s because at any moment, I know I could sayjellyfishand she’d stop without a second thought. I shouldn’t have so much faith in her—we’ve only known each other for a few weeks—but I can feel the truth of it like I can feel my heartbeat.