Lucy and the Sheikh(27)

“I’d say I won that race.”

She laughed as she trod water. “I’d say you cheated.”

“I think calling the King a ‘cheat’ is a punishable offense.”

She swam up to the pontoon, placed her feet either side of his and quickly grabbed his ankles and pushed herself away from the side, pulling him into the water and submerging him. Laughing, she swam out of arm’s reach. “And what’s the offense for offending a King’s dignity?”

“I’ll show you when I get hold of you.”

She twisted around and swam along the column of moonlight, out deeper into the ocean. But within two strokes she was pulled up by his hands around her legs. He pulled her firmly toward him and she suddenly slammed back into his body. His lips were on her neck and his arms around her waist as he supported her by treading water. His erection was hard against her bottom and back and she moved against it with each rise and fall of the gentle waves.

Suddenly he’d brought her around and claimed her mouth with his own and she could do nothing but submit to his lips and his tongue. All rational thought fled; there was nothing but their two bodies in the element she’d always thought of as her own—water. She wrapped her legs around his hips and slammed intimately against him. His erection rubbing against her, hard and strong. She slid her arms around his neck, needing to deepen the kiss. The slight swell of the tide shifted their bodies, one against the other.

She pulled away and swam back to the pontoon where she hauled herself up onto its surface. He positioned himself between her legs and pushed himself up and kissed her nipples, one after the other, over the thin fabric of the bikini. She gasped and threw her head back, allowing him easier access to the nipples that ached to be touched. With a swift movement behind her he undid the tie that held her bikini top together and it fell away. He cupped her breasts and licked each one lazily. Deep inside her muscles clenched with pleasure, and moistened; her mind was drowsy with lust. He suckled her breasts, elongating the nipple, before raising his head to hers. She slipped forward so her sex met his on the side of the pontoon.

With another swift movement, he’d slipped off her bikini bottoms, dropped lower into the water and kissed her intimately. She fell back onto the pontoon and he slipped his hands under her bottom and pulled her to his mouth, the weathered wood abrading the sensitive skin of her back. White fire shot through her mind as his hard tongue moved upon her with precision, with regular thrusting movements, that sent her reeling over the edge. She cried out loud into the blank night and opened her eyes suddenly to see the stars, like a blanket above them both, silent witnesses to the all-consuming sensations that still surged and retreated within her.

Floating on the pontoon in the middle of the ocean, her body shot through with both sensation and satiation, she had the curious feeling she was floating, not on water, but on air, that she was disembodied and yet more alive than she’d ever felt before. She sat up and caressed his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his body as she slipped slowly back into the water, back around him.

“Lucy. You drive me crazy with need. But I can’t be prepared in the middle of the ocean. Come with me to the beach where I can make love to you properly.”

She kissed him long and hard. Then she fell away from him and floated on her back for a few seconds while he watched her—naked, her body white under the pale moonlight. Then she turned, flicked her feet and splashed him. He made a grab for her feet but she laughed and swam away.

“Race you back to shore.”

“And you, Lucy, will win because your arousal doesn’t curtail your movements.”

But he was wrong. She didn’t want to win. She kicked only enough to be slightly ahead of him and when he pulled her foot toward him she didn’t pull away. And when the water became shallow and he pulled her to him and kissed her again, she didn’t pull away. It was Razeen who eventually pulled away. He walked up to his clothes, pulled out a package and returned to her, still lying in the shallows. He pulled off his shorts and threw them to land with the rest of his things. She ran her hand up his leg, along his silky length and cupped the weight of him in her hands. He groaned, rolled on the condom and dropped down on top of her. She wrapped her body around him with abandon and he slid into her immediately and held himself there, looking deep into her eyes.

“Razeen?” Her voice was hesitant.

He smoothed back the hair that lay plastered wetly across her face. “You are so beautiful, Lucy. So beautiful.”

She shook her head and was about to deny her comment when he slipped out and pushed into her fiercely, drowning out any rational thought. The gentle surf pooled around her and the sand shifted beneath her body as he sank himself repeatedly into her. She curled her legs around him and drove her heels into his bottom, urging him into her, harder and faster. They came together and she fell back, her hair trailing on the surface of the waves.