The Mermaid and her King (17 page)

Skyla

It’s Friday evening, the day after I saw Chase surfing. I only spoke to him on the phone last night because unbeknownst to him, I drove into the nearest town that has some decent shopping spots. I needed to purchase a surprise for him.

I kept thinking he’d tell me on the phone about the surfing, but he didn’t, and it was probably because he was too bus
y trying to convince me to spend the night. I hope he tells me about it soon.

He opens the door with a
big grin on his handsome face and pulls me into his arms like he hasn’t seen me in months. He pulls back, grabs my face and gives me a passionate kiss. I drop my overnight bag to the floor.

“Baby, guess what today is?”

He’s adorable when he acts like a teenager. “I don’t know, what?”

“It’s the weekend
, which means you have to stay the night. You can’t tell me no because you agreed, remember?”

“I remember, and I’ll be honest, I hated not being in bed with you this week. It felt like the longest week ever. I love you.”

He smiles and kisses me again. “I love you, too, and I have a surprise for you.”

“No, Chase. No more surprises,” I say sternly.

“Angel, you’re just going to have to get over this. I’m not going to stop doing things for you. I promise this isn’t a big one, so come with me.” He takes hold of my hand, pulling me behind him.

We go out the glass doors
and down to the beach as the sun is setting. I see a blanket and picnic basket with tiki torches lit around it. “Chase, this is romantic.”

He runs his hands down my arms and kis
ses my forehead. “You deserve much more than this, and I’ll give you anything, but you’re being very difficult about letting me.”

“This didn’t cost much, right? And it’s perfect. See, you don’t have to spend a to
n of money on me. Being with you near the ocean is all I need.”

Chase

Night falls as w
e eat, talk and make out. We lie on the blanket, and Skyla rests her head on my chest.

“Chase.”

“Yes, angel.”

“I’m hearing
the most comforting sounds.”

“What’s that?”

“Your heartbeat and the ocean.”

“You’re so damn special. You never take anything for granted, Skyla. Can I ask what makes you love the ocean so much?”

She leans up on her elbow, so she can see my face.

“
The ocean is like infinity. To look out and there be no end in sight is fascinating. When I was a little girl, I’d point out toward the water. ‘What’s on the other side?’ I’d ask my parents. I thought if I was a mermaid, then I could go find out,” she says, giggling. “It reminds me how gigantic earth is. It’s easy to get caught up in our own little world and think our problems are huge, so seeing the ocean is humbling.”

“
You’re right. We’re merely a grain of sand in the ocean.” I run my fingers through her long hair.

“Exactly,” she says
with excitement. “It sounds morbid, but I want to be buried in the ocean. All my greatest memories have been near the water, and my body would become part of it, where my soul’s been fed the most. I would be giving back what it gave to me, feeding that part of the earth.”

I look away from Skyla as t
ears sting my eyes. I’ve always had so much respect for the ocean, so I wasn’t upset that Bud died the way he did, just when he did, but I’d never thought about it the way Skyla put it. It’s comforting to think of his body becoming part of what he loved.

“Chase, are you OK?”

I blink several times, hoping the tears disappear. I haven’t cried over Bud since those first few days after he died. I need to tell her, but I can’t find the words.

“I’m OK. What you said … it’s just nice.”

She kisses my cheek. “There’s another reason I love the ocean, but you’ll think I’m a real nerd if I tell you.”

“Tell me. I love hearing you speak. You’re the most in
sightful person I’ve ever met, Skyla.”

“Thank you. Since I wrote this for a school paper, I have it memorized, so don’t laugh. I swear I’m a big nerd.” She starts chuckling. “OK, let me get serious.” She does, and she looks into my eyes with such sincerity.

“I believe the ocean is made up of layers, and they represent each layer of our soul,” she says as she lifts my shirt and draws an imaginary line across one of the ripples of my abs before she continues speaking.

“
The turquoise layer is first. We can see through it and believe we’re seeing all that it encompasses, but there’s so much more hidden below it. It feels like the safety net of the ocean, but it’s only the surface.

“
It’s the outer layer of our soul. The one we see when we first meet other people or when we don’t want to look inside ourselves.”

She draws another imag
inary line below the first one. “The light blue layer is shallow, and we don’t have to think about what lies deeper. We explore it without feeling vulnerable. This part of the ocean appears beautiful to the eyes of the beholder because the dark and scary parts lie beneath.

“
This is where we look inside ourselves and others a little deeper. We’re still comfortable, and the reward outweighs the risk.”

Skyla draws another line below the last one. I stare into her sparkling, blue eyes, and I’m lost in them as I soak in her words.

“The vast deep blue is the next layer. It’s hidden from plain view, and we’re often afraid to look into this darker space for fear of what we’ll find. We feel vulnerable there, yet there are those who get the courage to go deeper to see this extraordinary part of the ocean.

“
We want to believe this layer of our soul is who we are. The fears here are scary enough without looking deeper. This is who we let those close to us see, those who we deem worthy, but much more lies underneath.”

She leans d
own and kisses the middle of my stomach before she draws the next line, and if she doesn’t stop touching me, she’s not going to get to finish her story.

“
The last layer is the murky bottom in the furthest depths. When we allow ourselves to move beyond the fear and darkness that resides there, we see all that’s good and majestic in this scariest part of the ocean.

“
It takes courage to examine this dark and vulnerable layer of our soul. Most people aren’t aware that when we embrace our fears, flaws and wrong doings, we find peace and become our best selves. That space becomes a place of strength, resilience and most importantly, forgiveness.

“
You did that, Chase. You faced the darkness and your fears, and you found the goodness inside. Now it’s time to forgive yourself.”

I grab her and pull her down on top of me. I’m filled with emotions I’ve never felt befo
re, and all I know to do is to release them on Skyla, so I kiss her, touch her and hug her. I didn’t know it was possible to love anyone this much.

She kisses and touches me back, flooding me with her love and affection. Luckily, it’
s late and no one’s around. It’s foreplay at its finest once again. The blanket’s wadded up and not even under us by the time we’re done rolling around.

“
I have to get you inside, baby. I think we have sand in every crevice of our body,” I say, laughing.

“I think you’re right.”

“I love you, Skyla. Thank you for giving me such a great night. You think you don’t surprise me, but you do every day. Tonight it’s from your insight that I can’t get enough of. You’re an old soul. When I’d watch you play on the beach night after night, I wanted so badly to know what you thought about the sand and the ocean, and you just told me. You just gave me that gift.”

Skyla

I have a surprise for Chase, and I think he’s going to really like this one. It’s not easy, but I convince him to let me shower separately. I hurry, so I have time to fix my hair.

Last night I went shoppi
ng for lingerie. I bought a lacy, black bra that has a tiny, baby blue bow in the center. It came with a black, ruffled garter skirt with satin, baby blue ribbon woven through some of it. It barely goes below my crotch and hooks to black stockings.

The skirt is per
fect because you can’t tell from the front view that there’s nothing underneath. I thought he’d like that part the most. Thankfully, Chase insists on feeding me all the time, so I had extra money from not buying many groceries.

He knocks on the door, and I can tell he’
s waiting for me to let him in, but I don’t. He tells me he’ll be watching TV in his room, and I imagine he’s pouting. I find it cute when he does it, which is often when it comes to me.

I’m a nervous wreck as I walk down the hallway. I’m breathi
ng shallow, and my heart feels as if it’s trying to escape. He has seen me naked. Why am I so nervous? Probably because I know I’m going to be on exhibit for several minutes as he enjoys the view. Although, it might cause him to attack me immediately. I quietly giggle when I think about it.

Chase

Af
ter foreplay on the beach, I’m ready to bury myself in Skyla, but for some reason, she insists on showering separately, and I don’t like it one bit.

I shower and go to find her, but she won’t let me in the spare bedroom she’s using. I know she has a
right to some privacy, but she got me really worked up on the beach. At least she’ll be in my bed tonight. I hated that she wasn’t sleeping with me this week. I couldn’t convince her to stay over no matter how hard I tried, and I tried hard.

If anyone had told
me nine months ago that today I’d be begging a woman to sleep at my house so I can make love to her and snuggle, I’d say they were insane. Yet here I am, under the thumb of Skyla Moore, and I love every second of it, except for when I don’t get my way, which is right now.

I’m
in bed watching TV, trying to find something to take my mind off of sex. I’m finally relaxed and not thinking about the dirty things I want to do to Skyla when she walks into my bedroom and throws the biggest match yet on the fire.

She’s wearing lingerie!
I’m not talking about the romantic, cute shit, either. She’s wearing the X-rated, fill my fantasy kind, and she looks damn good in it. I turn off the TV and throw the remote to the floor as I scan every gorgeous inch of her.

“O
h, baby. I don’t know how you did it, but you read my mind. I’ve dreamed about seeing you in lingerie, and you look even better in it than I pictured. You look hot, Skyla.”

Her face turns a li
ttle red, and she doesn’t move. She looks terrified, and I can see that I’m going to have to go get her. This must be the first time she’s done anything like this.

I slowly stalk toward
her, never taking my eyes off of her luscious body. I cup her face and give her a deep kiss. When I let go of her lips, she smiles and gazes up at me.

“You like?” she asks.

“Baby, I love.”

I run
my hands down her arms and up her waist until they’re on the sides of her breasts. My thumbs begin circling over her nipples through the racy bra she’s wearing. They harden under my thumbs, and I get even harder, which I didn’t think was possible at this point.

Her eyes flutter closed as she clenches my waist
and tilts her head back. She’s waiting for me to pleasure her, and that makes me crave her even more. I run my nose slowly up her chest to her neck, breathing in her clean, sweet smell before I lick and bite it, taunting her. She runs her nails down my bare back and lets out an erotic moan.

“Oh sweet, Skyla. Y
ou’re a fantasy come true,” I whisper into her ear. My hands run back down the curves of her body while I probe her mouth with my hot tongue, sweeping it with hers, tasting all of her candy mouth. I run my eager fingers up under her skirt to find there’s nothing underneath.

Hell. Yes.
“You have no panties on, which means you’re going to keep this on while I fuck you hard.” I growl against her mouth.

She giggle
s. Why she finds that phrase funny I have no idea. I pull her over to the bed, take off my boxer briefs and get a condom from the nightstand.

S
he grabs it out of my hand. “Let me,” she says before she rips open the package. She strokes me several times before she slides it on, and it takes all my will not to explode right then.

I scoot back onto the bed
. She climbs up into my lap and straddles me, lowering herself onto my rock hard erection. Her arms go around my neck as her head falls back, and I can see on her face that she already feels good.

My hands work their way
down the top of her smooth thighs until I reach the stockings. They’re so damn sexy. My fingertips glide along the clips hooked to them, and I don’t know what it is about stockings and garter belts, but damn she knew what to wear to drive me crazy.

I hold her waist, moving
her up and down on top of me. The friction against her wet, tight flesh is driving my rhythm. The pleasure I feel on every nerve ending in my body is mind blowing. Why I ever wanted to numb myself with drugs is beyond me.

It’s a hot, burning sensation tha
t feeds my new addiction—Skyla. I crave her, and the more of her I have, the more of her I want. She begins bouncing harder on top of me until she arches her back, moaning wildly. It sends more of the fiery burn coursing through my veins.

I
pull her down hard onto me until we explode simultaneously. I know this because her muscles are squeezing my cock like a vice, and the pleasure is better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. I pull her against me, burying my face into her neck as I close my eyes and come down from the high her body has sent me on.

After falling back onto the bed
, she lies on top of me, straddling me still. My hands are resting on her firm ass, her sultry breath on my neck. “Damn, girl. You can surprise me anytime you want. You won’t hear any complaints from me.”

I feel her smile
against my neck, and all is perfect in our world. Nothing’s going to mess this up.