Leaning down, he kissed just inside her knee.
“Go swim,” he said.
But his eyes were as heated as the desire blossoming through her system.
“That’s … not what I thought you were going to say,” she said, her voice thick with her growing need.
“No?” Finn’s eyes were molten.
Her head shook, and she took a deep breath just to watch his gaze slide to her chest.
Then, slowly, she let her legs drift open, a silent invitation, an aching confession.
This time, she definitely heard his groan as his gaze slid down.
Then he was on his stomach, his face between her thighs, his tongue tracing up her core.
Iris’s back arched as her legs slid over Finn’s shoulders, her hips rocking against his tongue as he teased around her clit.
Her soft whimpers grew to desperate moans as Finn effortlessly teased her upward. Each slow circle unraveled her a little bit more, until the orgasm pulsed out of her in waves, sharp and sweet, leaving her shaking.
Finn’s head shifted, kissing down her thigh, before he moved back to his knees, his fingers drifting lazily up and down her legs.
“Better?” he asked, his eyes still heated.
Iris folded up, her hand sliding down his chest. But his hand caught her wrist, pulling it up and pressing a kiss to her palm.
“There will be time for more later.” His fingers slid through hers, pulling her to her feet, then leading her through the cockpit, galley, and onto the swim deck. “Go on,” he urged, waving toward the water.
Did she want to climb onto his lap and feel him slip inside her? Yes. But she could practically feel the ocean reaching for her.
Swim now, mutual satisfaction later.
With that, Iris sucked in a deep breath and jumped into the water.
She didn’t surface right away. She felt her tail emerge and wave through the water, swimming in dizzying circles, moving halfway to shore, then all the way back.
Only then did she break the surface, watching Finn standing there, his shirt abandoned, his eyes warm as he watched her.
Then, in one quick, heart-sinking move, he jumped into the water.
Iris dove down, her hands desperately reaching for him, but he was already slipping to the surface, where he broke, beaming at her confused expression.
“You’re swimming.”
“I am.”
“But how? You told me you can’t swim.”
“And I decided that if I wanted to be with a mermaid—and I did—then I should learn.”
“You learned to swim for me?” Her voice was a soft whisper as her eyes went watery.
“I did,” he said, making his way to her. “I wanted to be able to enjoy the ocean with you. Though I still have some work to do.”
Iris reached for him, wrapping her arms around his back, her tail twining instinctively around him, as if it were saying what her heart was singing.
Hers.
