He leisurely trails his fingers up my thigh all the way to the Y-shaped intersection of my body.
A little shiver runs up my spine.
“About that conversation we were having before . . .” he murmurs.
In his lap, his cock is already hardening. My eyes are on it, my pussy fluttering at the thought. We’ve never been this free before to do what we wanted. And the freedom is beyond sexy.
I reach over and put my hand on his hardening erection, running my fingertips along the length. It’s so big I can barely get my fist around it.
“Can I admit something to you?”
He’s leaning back on his hands, head falling back. He hisses a little at my touch but swallows hard and nods. “Always.”
“You’re really big.”
He chuckles and puts his hand over mine so that he’s covering my hand, which is now pumping the length of his hardened cock. “Let’s just say not everything changed in my transformation.”
I watch, mesmerized by the sight of our hands working his cock together, but I shake my head. “No, but you’re really big. I’m afraid I won’t be able to . . .” I cant my head. “You know.”
His eyes glimmer. “What?”
Then I lean toward his ear and whisper, “Fit you inside me.”
He groans and wraps his arms around me, pulling us into the water so we’re falling beneath the surface. Above us, the aquatic green and gold and pink plants and flowers float all around. Everything is clearer under the water, and the molecules of oxygen and hydrogen connect us in every infinite possible location.
Mack pulls me against him, and we kiss. My hair is floating around us like a halo, my arms floating up as well, as his mouth travels down from my lips to my neck to my clavicle. Then he floats behind me, his hand trailing around my stomach until he’s at my back. He pushes at my core with his cock, rubbing it up and down the slick entry.
My eyes roll back, and I reach up behind me to run my hand down the length of his neck. He pushes with one thrust and penetrates me with the head, an immediate shock of pleasure running through my system.
“How does that feel?” he murmurs into my ear.
He pushes a little bit deeper, and I respond by backing into him, meeting him where he’s at. “So . . . fucking . . . good.”
Once he’s seated to the hilt, he snaps his hips into me, his hand making its way down my belly and to my clitoris, circling in dizzy, easy strokes.
“I guess in this universe . . .” he says, snapping his hips again and again, “I fit just fine.”
“Yes, god, it’s so big.” I moan. But I can take him. I can take every last bit of him. And I’m not afraid.
His love is not too big for me.
I can take it all.
Soon, we’re furiously fucking, the water swirling around us like a tornado, and we’re caught up in the center. I’m pushing against him as he pulls against me, his palm grabbing my breast to hold me even closer to him while his hand works my clitoris.
The feelings swell and evaporate and then swell and catch the tide again until, suddenly, they’re washing up on me from every point of my body.
“Keep doing that, just like that,” I instruct. “But just a little harder. With your cock. And your hand too . . .”
He nuzzles at my neck, kissing my ear, following my lead.
And as the orgasm finally crashes through me, pulling my body straight and then rocking it to its core, he comes as well. His hips snap in an erratic and frantic rhythm, his breath in my ear. Until the only thing left in any universe anywhere in this entire galaxy is just the two of us.
When it’s done, when my climax has finally receded to the shore, I turn around and pull him toward me.
He leans in and kisses me one more time.
And just as he’s done before, he leaves me completely breathless.
LE FIN
About Cat Wynn
Cat Wynn still has her Livejournal from 2001, although she hasn't had the guts to look at it since 2016 which leaves her with a painfully cringey but mercifully hazy memory. She received a typo filled email from Livejournal last year congratulating her on their 21st anniversary together, making Livejournal her longest and most embarassing (but possibly most intimate and honest?) relationship ever. When she studied abroad in college, she devoted her entire Livejournal to a photo archive of every guy she hooked up with. This was a completely public journal with zero censorship which in 2023 is the most horrifying thing she could ever imagine publishing. But back then she only had six readers, so...you could say she's lived a lucky life.
Now she's a romance writer and co-host on the Tall, Dark & Fictional podcast, and sometimes she writes pop culture critiques even though she clearly has no business critiquing anyone or anything, all things considered.
If you want to read more writing from Cat, you can visit her website catwynnauthor.com or subscribe to her newsletter catwynnauthor.substack.com.
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