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Me.
So, yes, it is a lot. But also, maybe, it’s finally getting the answers I’ve always been so desperate for.
I’ve spent my life not quite understanding who I am, feeling like I’m living in skin that isn’t mine.
But maybe, finally, I’m standing on my own two feet.
My glittering, sparkling, shimmering, green two feet.
“Harlow,” West moans as he drops to his knees and wraps his arms around my bare waist. “You are divine.” He kisses me softly from my navel to my pussy.
Behind me, Eric runs his hands through my hair, twisting it into a knot and kissing the base of my neck. He cups my breasts from behind, plucking my nipples like they’re ripe fruit. His mouth against my skin sends tingles along my spine.
In front of me, Crew kisses me, his tongue inside my mouth, twirling it around my own. He smells like cedar and sunshine, reminding me of summer camp and nostalgia and possibility. Kissing him is a promise, a beginning. I never want it to end.
We move to the floor of the boat deck where Kai has laid out a quilt. Once on the floor, it quickly grows heated. We are all limbs and hands and mouths. All teasing and tickling and taking what we want.
I am all of theirs and they can have all of me. There are four pairs of hands on my skin at once and they bring me to completion much too fast.
So, we go again. They stroke me, with my thighs spread, touching me, probing me, with gentle fingers.
They fondle me, my nipples are hard and tight; they caress me, moving over my skin like I’m something precious. Something breakable. Something they treasure.
I move to my hands and knees with West beneath me, his mouth breathes hot air against my opening, taunting my clit with growing need.
I lower myself to his hard cock and pull it toward my mouth. My lips circle him as his throbbing length grows. Behind me, Crew uses my slick release to ease open my untouched hole and he gently moves his cock in my backside, slowly, as if hurting me is the last thing he ever wants to do.
While I suck West, his hard cock deep in my throat, I use my other hand and take Eric’s hardness, pumping him rhythmically.
The licking and teasing and dipping and grinding are all too much. It makes me delirious and insatiable.
Using my other hand, I reach for Kai, desperate to be with them all the same time. I want their come against my skin and in my mouth and down my throat. I want them inside me, I want nothing between us.
And they want it too.
When I come, it’s hard. I moan their names, begging for more. This is not sex or fucking.
This is love incarnate and I don’t know how I found it in the middle of the ocean, on a sunset cruise, but we did.
And yes, it’s a miracle and yes, it’s a kind of magic.
And yes, it feels so fucking good.
I scream my ecstasy and as I do, a torrent rises up and around the boat. The waves begin to rock the vessel hard--faster and faster--at a dangerous speed. As the boat moves, I keep coming against them and with them for a moment it feels like the culmination of the best sex we will ever have.
But then it becomes more than euphoric--it turns into something dangerous.
I call out against it in terror and the boat moves hard, but not in a way that makes me want to lean into Crew’s chest and have him hold me until the storm passes. No. This is more than a storm.
This is something unleashed.
I touch my throat remembering the way I called out my lovers’ names as we came. In my moment of orgasm, my voice was no longer my own.
My eyes widen, all of us are on the edge of terror, grabbing hold of one another. We all look up at the sky that has turned violently black. The stars seem to shine brightly, as if in warning, but I don’t know what they’re trying to say.
I look at the men around me, wondering if we caused the storm. I was warned to leave these men. Warned that they were here to take my power. I think of the selkie, half man, half seal. Maybe he knew what he was talking about. Maybe I am a fool for wanting something so dangerous.
The storm whips around us, so furiously, we cry out, reaching desperately for the railings. For something or someone to grab onto.
It’s scary, as the wind howls, as the Bimini shade is ripped from the boat, thrown into the waves. Water sloshes over the edges of the boat, and within moments the boat is nearly filled with seawater.
Why is there a storm when moments ago the water was calm? Why is the sea raging in such a dangerous way?
