“And did you imagine a lot?” she asked, closing her eyes to better feel the motion of his lips.
Olvir chuckled, and his breath on her wet skin made Vivian shiver. “Enough that I probably should’ve felt guilty. You can slap me for it someday if you’d like.”
“Only if that’s how your tastes run.”
She didn’t dwell onsomeday. It was easy not to, because Olvir moved his hands up to her breasts, and the sure, gentle strokes of his fingers rapidly took Vivian’s mind off any sort of abstract thought. The water lapped around her like an echo of his touch, rising to her shoulders as she stood with her feet brushing the bottom. Vivian leaned back, letting the pool and Olvir take most of her weight.
From all she could tell, he didn’t mind that in the slightest. His cock rose against her arse, a solid source of heat in the middle of a liquid world. When the welcome pressure between Vivian’s legs grew and she began to rock her hips, Olvir thrust against her with a low moan. The pool rippled with their rhythm.
Time drew out. There was no outward need to hurry. The only urgency was the rising of their own needs, and that was a welcome edge to ride. Vivian sank into desire, into the way Olvir’s breathing quickened with hers, into the coiled tension in his hands while he caressed her and the throaty noises he made when she wiggled. She couldn’t reach him from her current position, wanted to touch him, was content to let that happen later.
Need was a pleasant sort of drowning.
Olvir went slowly, too, slipping his hands down her sides only to draw them back up and circle her nipples until Vivian groaned. He kissed the straining arch of her neck, nibbled the edge of her ear, and then took her mouth deeply when she turned her head toward him. His arms were tense around her, and she could hear the rapid pounding of his heart. Still he showed no haste, working his way gradually from her breasts down the wet surface of her body to run his fingers through the hair between her legs.
At first, his fingers only brushed the wet folds of her sex and the hard pearl between them. That was enough to make Vivian gasp.
Almost as soon as the sound left her lips, his fingers were gone, trailing across the plane of her stomach, brushing the undercurve of her breasts, then down.
All she wanted was that moment, that touch, the warm clean smell of Olvir and the sound of his breathing. At the same time, she ached for more.
Vivian had opened her legs even before Olvir slid a large finger inside her, at the brush of his hand between her thighs. The sound she made at that first moment of penetration drew a strained chuckle from him. Her own hands clenched, finding only water and nothing to grip as Olvir stroked her from the inside, gradually slipping another finger into her, building her desire.
“Now,” she gasped when she couldn’t take any more. She bent forward a little, inviting, urging.
He obliged—eagerly, from the way he sighed as he slipped the thick tip of his cock inside her entrance—but was leisurely about that too. It was a long, maddeningly blissful moment until Vivian felt him completely within her. The fullness of it made her swear, or maybe pray. She wasn’t sure.
The gods probably understood, whichever it was.
She looked over her shoulder at Olvir in that moment, when both of them otherwise held still and the water swirled warm around them. It blurred her vision, but not too greatly for her to see and appreciate the man she was there with.
Olvir’s chest and stomach were flat and hard beneath mats of wet dark hair, and the muscles in his arms and shoulders were taut as he struggled to maintain control. His neck was tense, too, his head thrown back. The line of his jaw was sharp in contrast. Vivian couldn’t see any lower, between their position and the water, but her view alone made her tighten around Olvir, who caught his breath in response.
Because of the water, because of the long journey, because of the lingering warmth and safety of the moment, neither of them moved vigorously, and neither of them needed to. Vivian felt every slight flex of Olvir’s hips, each pulse of his cock inside her, and each slight withdrawal and thrust. The water, or the moment, magnified each, and every one built on the last, until she was all sensation, potential, momentum, needing no dramatic action but merely a final whisper.
He gave it to her with another brush of his fingers over her sex, a small circle that sent the waves of her climax breaking over her, so powerful that Vivian screamed over and over again into the empty, echoing room. She felt his cock jerking and thrusting within her, his hands firm on her hips. They were the only solid things in the world, all she felt other than her own pleasure, as she heard his final groan mingled with her cries.
For a few moments, she was content not to be aware of anything else.
Chapter 24
Olvir returned to himself gradually, with Vivian languid in his arms and the water bearing both of them up. He doubted he’d have been able to hold her if it hadn’t. All his muscles felt loose bordering on insubstantial, which was pleasant but an obstacle to feats of strength.
Drained contentment was familiar, but Olvir didn’t remember it being so intense in the past. Granted, it had been a while since he’d had a partner, and he’d been pushing himself to the limit in other ways, but he was largely inclined to credit the woman herself.
He spent a moment simply looking at her, appreciating the smooth muscle of shoulder and bicep, the way that her full breasts bobbed in the hot pool, the angle of her jawline, and the dark fans of her eyelashes. She looked no weaker in repose than fully alert, but there was an air of peace about her. Olvir was honored to have been responsible, even if only partly so.
Sleep threatened, as alluring as the water surrounding them. The two made a poor combination, however, so Olvir gently nudged Vivian. “I’d love to stay here, but I can’t breathe water.”
“It’s one of my flaws too,” she admitted.
They slid apart as Vivian shifted to take her own weight. Olvir watched her climb out of the pool. As tired as he was, the sight was worth the delay. She lingered on the edge herself, and her own gaze was as frankly admiring as Olvir suspected his had been. The implied praise made Olvir blush, though they’d gone too far for conventional modesty.
“My imagination wasn’t adequate for the task either,” Vivian said and grinned. “And I can usually imagine quite a bit.”
“Thank you. I’m glad I didn’t let you down.”
“Oh, no.” This smile came with half-lidded eyes. “But I expect you know that already.”
