Water Witch by Amelia Bishop Page A

wrapped my arms around him, trusting him to support me in the water, and grabbed his hips. Oh, damn, the skirt. The strands clumped together, exposing his naked buttocks and stiff cock. Nothing underneath, I knew it! I moaned my approval into his mouth as I explored his body with my hands. A small semi-circle of thin fabric attached to the front of the waistband was the only thing keeping his modesty, and it was useless in the water, floating off to one side.
    I wrapped my legs around his hips, and he found an underwater ledge of the boulder with his feet, keeping us stable. Any restraint I’d had before was no match for the lust that suddenly filled me. I couldn’t get enough of him: the taste of his mouth, the feel of his skin sliding against mine in the water, and the tempting angles exposed by his ridiculous string skirt. I reached between us and stroked him, pleased when he let out a muffled whimper. At least I wasn’t the only one feeling this.
    I untied the string of my swim trunks, pulling them down as much as I could in this position. Without pausing I wrapped my hand around his stiff pale cock, stroking it a few times. Mine was darker and smaller than his, but just as hard. I held us both together with one hand and thrust against him, trusting he would stop me if I was going too far and hoping he wouldn’t.
    His hand slid down my back and grasped my ass, encouraging my movements. I wouldn’t last. I pulled my mouth away, pressed my forehead to his and panted, “I’m— I—Oh, fuck, Salil.” Which wasn’t at all what I’d wanted to say but it was the best I could manage.
    He was shaking under me, his breath coming as hard and fast as mine, his pale face almost pink with effort. When I felt a tremor pass through him I looked down into the water, and the sight of his cum floating there in creamy ribbons thrilled me. I’d wrought that from him, and now his head was tilted back, a look of total satisfaction on his face. I kept up my thrusting, squeezing myself a little harder, watching his chest move up and down with each deep breath. I barely lasted another ten seconds before I was adding my own seed to the water between us.
    He kissed me again, and held me to him so our chests touched. What had I just done? Why did he feel so perfect? I pulled away and laid my head on his shoulder, kissing his neck lightly. “What is this between us, Salil?”
    “Semen.”
    I laughed into his neck, squeezing my arms around him. “Fuck you, you know what I mean.”
    He kissed the side of my forehead. “Perhaps we are meant to be together. Like mates.”
    “Ugh, no.” I cringed at the thought.
    “You might not believe in that, my witch, but you cannot deny there is a power between us, something in our physical connection that goes beyond sex.”
    “Or you’ve been teasing me in my dreams so long I just blew up.”
    “Mmm, you know it is more than that.” He kissed the side of my head again, and trailed his hand over my back, and I melted into him with an embarrassing sigh.
    Okay, maybe I was over my head here, but all those dreams had something to do with it. Didn’t they? A small splash near the shore drew my attention. Shit, my mom. I raised my panicked eyes to his, and he nodded sadly.
    “Still pretending I am your enemy?”
    “She— I don’t know—”
    “I will not remain hidden.”
    “Please, just this time? Let me tell her my way?” I pulled away and re-tied my bathing suit. He wasn’t leaving. “Salil?”
    He narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips together. Guilt sliced through me, but before I could offer an apology, he turned and dove below the surface. I sunk as well, watching him go. His skirt trailed behind him like tentacles, and he moved so swiftly he was out of view in moments.
    When I surfaced, I swam above water toward shore, meeting my mother near the beach.
    “You’ve been out there a while, Vin, aren’t you cold?”
    “Yeah, I am. I’m coming in now.” I swam past her and sat on