Twin Curse(20)

She swam several strong strokes away from the boat, then flipped over onto her back to look back.

There was a blur, then a splash next to her as Lyall dived in. His head  broke the surface a few feet away, and he used his hand to slick back  his hair. He took a stroke towards her, and she laughed, and turned and  dived under a wave away from him.

The shore was quite some distance away, but Brianna made for it anyway,  not risking a glance over her shoulder to see if he followed her. She  would need every second of her head start to beat him there, considering  that her swimming experience was limited to a lake and the river.

The distance was closing, and she still couldn't hear Lyall behind her  at all. What if he wasn't following her? She glanced over her shoulder  and then laughed with relief as his hand slid over her waist. She  twisted sideways in the water and away.

She was breathless now. Mostly from the exertion of the chase, she told  herself. Nothing at all to do with the shiver Lyall's touch had sent  through her. Then his hand grabbing her ankle sent another thrill  through her. This time though, it didn't just brush, he had a firm hold.  Brianna kicked a couple of times, but his grip was firm. So she used  her other foot to push his hand down, and he abruptly released her.

The shore was closer now, though a brief experiment quickly showed  Brianna that the water was deeper than she had thought, and she still  couldn't touch bottom.

The attempt lost her several seconds, and before she could get moving  again, Lyall's arm snaked around her waist, and he pulled her in close.  He was treading water strongly, but his beat faltered when Brianna's  body bumped into his, and their combined weight pulled him under. He  released her and both of them broke the surface in front of each other.         

     



 

Brianna stared at him for a moment, breathless, just managing to tread  water. Lyall smiled, making no move to catch her again, just waiting.  She laughed and continued the chase into the shallows. When she finally  felt the sand under her feet, she stood up in the waist deep water and  began to run.

She heard the splashing of Lyall doing likewise behind her, and just as  she had made it to knee deep water and thought she was in the clear, his  body crashed into hers, sending them both over into the shallow water.

Brianna managed to turn just enough, as she fell, so that she landed on  her back with Lyall on top of her. For a moment, she caught her breath,  or tried to, as he stared down at her. "So what do I get now that I've  caught you?" he asked, his voice low.

Brianna giggled breathlessly. "I don't know. What do you want?"

Lyall gave a low growl in the back of his throat and didn't bother to  answer. Instead, he kissed her, awakening all the desires that both of  them had been suppressing for the last few weeks.

Brianna breathed a sigh, arms going up around his neck as the water  lapped around them. She was achingly aware of the weight of Lyall's  naked body pressing her into the sand and nudging between her thighs.  But he made no move to press home his advantage, just kissed her  desperately with a passion that took her breath away.

Finally, he raised himself on his hands, the rest of his body not moving from hers and asked breathlessly, "Anna?"

Brianna hesitated for a moment at his shortening of her name. The bit  she shared with Mia, their twin name, was supposed to only be used by  their husband. But somehow, it felt right. "Lyall," she breathed back.  She hoped her voice sounded inviting, offering what she didn't know how  to say.

Apparently it was enough, because he groaned softly and bent to kiss her  again. His knee parted her thighs gently, letting cold water swirl into  the space. Then it was warm again as he slid gently into her. He stared  down at her, his eyes dark and serious all of a sudden, and Brianna  caught her breath.

His breathing was ragged, his voice sounding uncertain, "It doesn't hurt does it?"

It took Brianna a moment to understand what he was asking. Her mother  had warned her that it might hurt that first time. But either it didn't,  or she was too distracted to notice. She giggled, a little nervously,  and shook her head. "No, not hurt. Amazing," she managed.

Lyall blushed and shifted his weight to one hand, reaching out with the  other to brush a strand of hair away from the corner of her mouth. Until  that moment, she hadn't even noticed it was there. Then he bent and  kissed her again, butterfly light kisses this time, leaving her aching  for more.

He began moving inside her, his rhythm mimicking the waves that washed  around them, gentle, yet as insistent as the tide. Desperate for  something she had no inkling of, Brianna pulled his head firmly down  onto hers, wanting to be closer to him, to connect with every bit of his  body at once.

One of them groaned, she wasn't sure if it was him or her, and Lyall  picked up the pace a little, his hips rocking against hers. Brianna  could barely speak now, couldn't think of anything except the waves of  feeling that washed through her.

Lyall moaned her name, his voice urgent and frantic, his hand tangled in  her hair. He slid into her, deeper this time and held it there, and  Brianna's arms tightened around his neck, her body rising against his,  aching for something she couldn't name.

Urgently she moved her hips under his, and he groaned helplessly and  thrust into her sharply a couple of times. Then Brianna gasped too, as  colours exploded around her, deep violet mixing with blue and green,  blocking out the sky, the sand, everything except the sight of Lyall's  face. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and Lyall buried himself deeply  into her one more time.

He collapsed onto her, energy spent, breathing heavily for a few  moments, and Brianna held him tightly. She wasn't sure what had just  happened, but she suspected she could describe it as magical, and have  it be entirely true.

After his breathing had slowed a little, Lyall raised himself on one  elbow, carefully withdrawing from her and looked down, a slightly rueful  smile on his face. "I hadn't planned on it being like that. I wanted to  take my time, be sure you were really ready, but I rushed it. I'm  sorry."

He looked so contrite, so adorable. Brianna reached up a hand to caress his cheek. "It was perfect," she said softly.

Lyall blushed. "I'll do a better job next time, I promise," he assured her.

Brianna giggled. "I'm not sure I'll survive that," she teased.

Lyall looked worried. "It didn't hurt did it? You said...?"         

     



 

She shook her head, though the truth was that now he had withdrawn and  the salt water was swirling around, it stung slightly. "No, I just... I  had no idea it would feel like that." She blushed a little. Lyall seemed  to have some idea what he was doing, even though he had said she would  be his first. Somehow, what they had just done made made her caresses  with Kylis seem like inexperienced fumbling.

Lyall lowered his head, smiling and kissed her gently, his lips nudging hers. "I'm glad," he whispered.

Brianna had no idea how long they lay there kissing, but eventually her  stomach rumbled. Lyall pulled back and smiled reluctantly. "I suppose we  should go home."

Home. What a strange thought. Was this her home now? "Why don't we stay  on the boat tonight?" she suggested, not wanting to face that thought  quite yet.

Lyall hesitated, and Brianna wondered if he was thinking his parents  would worry. But when he spoke, he said instead, "I hope this means  you're planning on staying, Brianna?" His voice and his expression were  grave, and Brianna couldn't dodge the admission any longer.

"Yes, I'm planning on staying," she said softly.

His face lit up, and he let out a breath in a soft sigh. He hugged her tightly. "I'm glad."

The words were inadequate for the emotions he was obviously feeling, and  Brianna wasn't quite sure what to say. But then he smiled, kissed her  again, then stood up and helped her to her feet. "Do you think you'll be  able to swim back?"

"Of course," Brianna said stoutly, though somehow the boat looked quite a bit further from shore than it had seemed earlier.

The swim back to the boat taxed her, though she would not have admitted  it. And once she arrived, she realised that getting back onto the boat  posed more of a problem than getting off had. Lyall managed to propel  himself far enough out of the water to grab the rail, then pull himself  up and hook his leg over the rail. Brianna eyed the side of the boat,  doubtful that she could manage the same feat.

Before she could attempt it, Lyall swung a rope over the side.  Gratefully, Brianna grabbed hold of the large knot on the end. At  regular intervals along the rope were more knots, making the climb a  simple one. But before she could, Lyall began to pull her out.  Independence flared for a moment, then subsided, and she relaxed and  accepted his help and the hand he offered once she reached the rail.

Lyall pulled her up and over the rail, and then they collapsed together  in a heap on the deck. "I was beginning to wonder if I was going to make  it back on the boat," Brianna said, laughing breathlessly.