For a moment, I let myself forget about everything else, lost in the sensation of his touch, the feel of his lips on mine. The way his fingers grazed and massaged my neck so he could gain better purchase on me, molding me to him. But reality soon came crashing down, and I pulled away from him, breaking the kiss.
“Don’t you ever make me do that again,” I barked at him in my sternest tone.
He shook his head. “Wish granted,” he confirmed.
Then I grabbed him by the back of the neck and hauled him down for a deeper, searching kiss. I wanted to disappear in him.
The water bubbled more emphatically around us. Xander took my arms and splayed them on the edges of the pool. I was impatient and wanted to fight him, but something about his expression stopped me. He swam back a few feet then raised his hands. His palms glowed blue before they lowered into the water.
Shoots of water connected with my body. Swirling vortexes caressed my breasts, varying in temperature from cool to hot, making my brain turn fuzzy with arousal.
A shoot of water licked up and down my cleft through my sodden panties that suddenly felt heavy and cloying. I let out a gasp, as my center became molten.
“Did I mention,” he said casually, “That I’m god of the seas?”
“You might have,” I said breathlessly. My panties were slowly pushed to the side to make way. Then another tiny vortex found its way around my clit while there was still the sweeping motion up and down my pussy. My jaw parted as all my muscles turned liquid.
There was a parting of the seas joke tumbling around my sex-addled brain, but I couldn’t catch it and pin it down.
My head fell back as the magic jets held me captive, playing me like an instrument.
“Fuck, Miranda,” Xander growled. “You don’t know how fucking incredible you are.”
“Sure I do,” I shot back, then let out a high-pitched moan as what felt like a column of water penetrated me.
“WH—,” I asked.
The column of water was moving inside me. I was panting now. I put my hand against the side of the pool and tried to hold myself up.
The heat of the pool had made me pliable, and the pressure was as soothing as it was insistent in pushing my arousal higher.
Xander directed the column of water deeper and faster. It curled up and hit a sensitive spot in me that had my rocking my hips riding the sensation that coiled tighter and tighter in my lower stomach.
“I’ve thought of you in a bubble bath, more than once,” he confessed, his irises blown out as he watched me with blatant hunger. "I’ve thought long and hard of how I could top your lavender scented froth to get you to relax.
The vortex quickened around my clit, and I gasped again. Xander finally drew near, kissing me, filling my senses with his power and masculinity.
I came for him then. I came hard and long. And I just kept coming. He didn’t stop. The water continued to invade me, hitting a specific spot I didn’t know I had, again and again.
The climax was beyond anything I’d ever experienced. I couldn’t have imagined it. I was floating and was slowly drifting in and out of consciousness.
When I’d finished, the pool stilled around us. Xander pulled me close. My body was limp as he swam me to the edge. My arms reached for him. He scooped me up but kept me in the water, floating to and fro.
“Is that your version of an apology?” I asked, trying to sound coherent and alert.
“Gods don’t apologize,” he explained, even as a smile tipped up one side of his mouth.
“Well as nice as your apology was, it’s not a substitute.”
Deep blue eyes met mine as his grip tightened around me. “I’m sorry,” he whispered in a ragged tone that begged forgiveness. “I’m so very sorry, sweetheart.”
“I meant it’s not a substitute for this,” I said, pushing away so I broke from his hold. Then I reached down and encircled his long hard cock with my hand. Even the feel of him made my mouth turn dry as the anticipation built around how I was going to fit all that in me, again.
“Miranda,” his tone was still a plea, begging for me to stop, or for me to continue. I wasn’t sure.
The words crowded in my throat again, wanting to work at convincing him that he didn’t have to die. I kept them stuck there, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“While your power is epic, I just want… I just want you.” When did my voice get so raspy? Xander’s eyes lit up with surprise.
