Passionate Ink (6 page)

He kissed her mouth, sometimes sipping gently, other times fusing over her hard and strong. She couldn’t stop the guttural moans of arousal coming from inside her chest. He tasted sweet, sexy and just damned good.

As they kissed, an erotic fire seared into her. She couldn’t think about anything else but the two of them, tangled on the bed, his mouth making love to hers. Finally, when he drew away, he cursed softly beneath his breath.

“You are so beautiful. So exquisitely beautiful. I never thought I would find a mate as perfect as you,” he said.

She opened her eyes and blinked up at him. She was unable to speak, but she sure did love the intoxicating way his gaze trapped her beneath him.

“Your kisses turn me on so bad,” he whispered. His mouth descended again, but this time he kissed the length of her neck with such tender, erotic kisses she was creaming in her panties with every touch of his lips against her flesh.

Oh yeah, they were mates. Perfect mates.

He kissed along her collarbone and when he reached her blouse his mouth pulled hard until buttons were flying. He growled when he met her bra.

“Let me—”

But he ignored her. He climbed off her and, to her surprise, grabbed the middle of her bra and ripped it down the middle, allowing her breasts to spill free to his view.

She swallowed as he smiled. “Exquisite breasts. I don’t want you to hide them from me. Don’t wear a bra anymore,” he demanded.

He sat on the bed beside her and, dipping his head, he gently kissed one nipple and then the other with tender, butterfly kisses. Her breasts swelled and her nipples beaded until she swore they were as hard as two pebbles.

She would have told him where he could go, concerning her not wearing a bra. After all, she barely knew the guy. But hey, arguments were for later. Her thoughts drifted away as he began kissing a line of fire along her belly. When he reached her jeans, he growled again. The guttural response made the blood hum through her veins.

His breath grew quicker and hers joined his as he undid the clasp on her jeans. She helped him pull her pants down and he drew them off and hurled them somewhere in the room. His dark-green eyes glittered as he ripped her panties in half and folded the cloth to the sides. Eagerness and anticipation roared through her as he stood along the foot of the bed, over her legs.

She cried out in utter surprise as he lowered himself between her thighs, his shoulders widening her legs as he nestled between. Hot breath sprayed against her pussy and she couldn’t believe he was actually considering going down on her. No man had
ever
put his head down
there
.

She tensed as his tongue slipped between her pussy lips and she jerked involuntarily as he licked a hard line right up the middle of her parted labia and onto her sensitive clit and off. He did it again. And again.

Whoa! Awesome!
The pleasure was indescribable as he licked and lapped and sipped her cream from her body. He brought her close to orgasm so many times she couldn’t count them. She wanted to scream. To cry. To pound her fists on his back, but instead she just lay there, enjoying the pleasure, her hands fisted in the comforter on his bed. She could only breathe through the unique sensations threatening to consume her. It was almost as if she’d experienced sex in this instinctual way with him before. Almost as if she were down at the bottom of the ocean again, her body filled with tentacles as she orgasmed over and over.

Somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind, she remembered that happening. Orgasms and lust and love emanating from the other who’d fucked her in the ocean. The one she’d thought was Calder. But that idea was crazy. Simply crazy. She shut off that insane part of her brain and just enjoyed the intense way Calder’s hands gripped her hips as he held her down and feasted on her pussy.

When she swore she could take his exquisite torture no longer, he finally let go of her. A quick rip of foil followed. Protection. She’d forgotten about condoms in the heat of the moment. He slipped a condom onto his huge shaft and she cried out as he climbed over her. She grabbed his shoulders, her fingers curling over his flesh and digging into his sinewy muscles as she pulled him down on her. His legs aligned on top of hers, the huge, hot tip of his cock head slid into her wet vagina.

She shuddered as he entered her. Cried out as his tentacle-tattooed cock slid deep and hard, his huge girth spreading her tight muscles as he impaled her. His chest pressed her breasts, embracing them. His harsh mouth, fused with hers, cut off her cries. She tightened her vagina around his cock, welcoming him, loving his fullness and the heat.

She moaned as he withdrew and plunged into her. It was a heavy and powerful thrust that had the headboard of his bed grating against the wall. He penetrated her with such wicked speed the impact left her delirious with arousal. He withdrew and powered into her again.

He fucked her with hard strokes. Fucked her until the pleasure overrode her senses and she exploded in a frenzy. It was agonizing ecstasy as spasms rushed through her like a drug. She was flying high. Bucking beneath him, accepting him and loving him. He thrust harder, stealing her breath away with his furious pistoning and wonderful kisses, and within seconds she fell into her very own awesome pleasure world.

* * * * *

Nuzzling his chin into the crook of his sleeping Cat’s neck and shoulder, Calder inhaled her sensual scent of soap and sweet feminine perspiration. He’d fucked her several times, bringing both of them to orgasm over and over again. After they were spent and they’d fallen into an exhausted sleep. The afternoon sun beat against his white-frosted windows and with all their sexual exercises, his bedroom was getting quite hot. But he didn’t want to leave her side to go and turn on the air conditioner and he didn’t want to wake her either.

Although he really should. She probably had customers today. They would be pissed off she hadn’t canceled or shown up. She would be pissed off he hadn’t woken her. But he’d deal with that later, when the time came. Right now he just wanted to keep inhaling her comfortable warmth and watch her tentacle tattoos as they ebbed and flowed in vibrant colors with her every breath.

She was in the process of her change now. In a matter of days, she would permanently be an Octoposeidon like himself. She would be a shapeshifter. Human by day and part-human, part-octopus by night.

He only hoped she didn’t lose her sanity when she discovered the truth. His species, direct descendants of the god Poseidon and his mating with an octopus, were always near extinction. The males outnumbered the females by about a thousand to one. This was why males who were lucky enough to find a mate were so territorial and aggressive against other males, whether in human or Octoposeidon form. Understandably mutations had occurred, when a human was unable to accept the change and insanity ensued. If that happened, it would be up to him to kill her to protect their species. If humans ever discovered his kind existed, the humans would most likely hunt them down to extinction, just as they had done to so many other species.

Calder reached up and ran his fingers through the strands of her silky hair. No, she would accept her identity. She would not go insane or into denial. She couldn’t. He was already in love with her and if he couldn’t get her to fall in love with him, then surely he’d die of loneliness.

Chapter Five

Catalina awoke to the cool breeze brushing against her hot skin. Blinking, she winced at the muted sunshine, streaming in compliments of the frosted windows on three sides of the bedroom. Stretching out on the bed, she smiled at how absolutely wonderful she felt. So satisfied and happy. Very happy. The man certainly did know how to pleasure a woman.

Calder was definitely experienced. She’d have to question him regarding his past. Where he came from. What kind of work he did. His hobbies.

Suddenly she wanted to know everything about him. Usually she was so cautious in picking bed partners. Okay, so she was way overcautious and that’s why she’d only slept with four guys in her life excluding Calder. The others had been mediocre in the lovemaking department, mainly catering to their own needs. Oh, they’d made a show of trying to arouse her, but in the end they stopped when they’d satisfied themselves.

But Calder… Catalina trembled as the cool air met her sizzling memories. Calder just kept fucking her and raining orgasms on her. She’d had no idea she could climax so many times. The most she’d ever climaxed was twice and that had been by her own hand.

She licked her lips. They were tender from his intense kisses. Tender and bruised. She loved the confident way he’d kissed her body too. His mouth had made love to her skin with those butterfly kisses. And that tongue… What an erotic tongue in the way he could wrap it around her nipple like a tentacle, latching on and pulling and tugging.

She blinked in wonder. Could a man really do that with a tongue? He was quite talented with it. She wouldn’t mind having a repeat performance. Which led her to the question of where was he anyway?

A flowery scent sifted beneath her nostrils and she turned her head to find a beautiful, yellow daffodil with a pretty, sky-blue ribbon wrapped around its green stem. A small note hung off one end of the ribbon. Turning onto her side, she reached out and held the note between her fingers.

Follow the petals. Love, Calder

The petals? What in the world? She sat up and gazed around. There, on his side of the bed, strewn all over the rumpled sheets, were yellow daffodil petals. When she rolled over, she spied a row of petals on the floor. They led to the sliding doors at the back of the bedroom.

Huh.
She hadn’t even noticed those doors earlier when she’d come in. They were frosted white glass just like the walls.

Cool.
She pushed herself out of bed and slid open one of the doors. Hot air blew against her naked body as she looked out onto the sparkling, blue-green ocean. So beautiful. When she gazed to her right, she noticed the shadow of a boat anchored in the slip beside Calder’s houseboat. To her left floated a row of colorful boats of all varieties. Her cheeks grew warm, wondering if his neighbors had heard any of her cries as she’d climaxed. She shook her head in disbelief.

She’d just had sex with a man she’d known for barely twenty-four hours. Come to think of it, since meeting him yesterday she really hadn’t been herself. She’d fantasized about him to the point where she’d actually lost blocks of time.

Sex, good. Memory loss, not good.

He wanted her to follow the daffodil petals and she would, but just long enough to tell him she needed a shower. Maybe he’d join her? Her cheeks flamed at that thought. Sex with a man in a shower. Nope, definitely never done that before.

She discovered a light-blue, terrycloth robe neatly folded on a chair. She grabbed it, put it on and slipped onto the back deck into the hot sunshine.

Immediately she wished for a swimsuit so she could dive right off the boat and into the cool, blue waters. From nearby, seemingly from the roof area of Calder’s houseboat, sounds of nature music saturated the air. It was low, but she could make out the lapping of water and birds singing. It had a calming effect on her.

Gazing at the petals, she followed the line of yellow to the narrow side until it went up some metal stairs that led to the roof area. Smiling, she padded quietly up the stairs, and as she came toward the top, amazement splashed through her in exciting waves.

He had a miniature swimming pool up here on his freaking roof! On one of the several patio chairs sat the culprit of the music, a radio. And doing the breaststroke in the crystal clear water of the swimming pool was Calder.

Oh my.
He was naked.

When he spied her, he smiled and did a quick wave. “Come on in. The water is fantastic,” he shouted.

“I don’t have a swimsuit,” she called back, clutching the robe tighter around her as she gazed at the nearby assembly of houseboats, yachts and sailboats.

“Skinny dip!” He laughed.

She couldn’t do that! Could she? Tremors of excitement hummed through her.

“Don’t worry. It’s a nudist area. It’s okay!”

Nudist area? Oh my gosh!

Getting naked with a man in his bedroom was one thing. Getting naked out in the open where anyone and everyone could be watching? It wasn’t her style. But then, she’d never been to a nudist beach or nudist area. Now if everyone else was naked…oh! Why not? He’d already seen her in her birthday-bathing suit, so to speak. So yeah, why not?

In a rush of courage, she dropped the security of the robe and cannonballed into the water. The earsplitting splash hit her at the same time the cool water embraced her hot body.

Breathtaking. Beautiful. So refreshing.

She swam beneath the surface, her arms and legs wonderfully light and fluid. She could stay down here in this refreshment forever. But too soon, she needed to come up for air. Inhaling the fresh, salty, ocean air, she allowed it to fill her lungs.

She’d jumped into the deep end as her feet didn’t touch the ground, so she treaded water. And she found Calder swimming right in front of her. He was smiling, grinning from ear to ear as he gazed at her.

His obvious happiness was contagious, seeping into her every nerve and fiber.

“I guess I should have asked if you can swim.”

“Too late!” She laughed.

“Here I was all prepared to give you mouth to mouth.”

Giggles burst through her. Oh, a kiss would be nice.

“Ummm…mouth to mouth. I like that. How about we pretend I’m drowning?” She laughed.

He licked a bead of water off his upper lip as he swam closer. Leaning in, his cool mouth breezed against hers, soft and pure. Delicate sensations rippled through her.

“You taste good,” he said, after he broke the tender kiss.

“You taste better.”

“I want to make love to you again. Here. Now.”

“I’d like that.” Oh boy, she really would!

With a nod, he indicated she should follow him. She did, but she kept her gaze glued to his tight ass as he swam toward the shallow end of the pool.

“Condoms are ready,” he said as he lifted the lid off a small, pocket-sized, silver box he’d set on a ladder step.

“Let me,” she whispered, wanting to see his cock again. To touch it and explore the power of his flesh between her fingers.

He nodded and handed her a package before moving the box onto the deck. Muscles bulged in his tanned arms as he hoisted himself up into a seated position on the edge of the pool near the ladder. She became mesmerized by how the water ran in rivulets down his form. Gosh, he was a perfectly shaped man. Wide shoulders, lean torso and such a yummy, long and swollen, tentacle-tattooed cock.

Warm cream seeped into her suddenly quivering pussy. She remembered how awesome she’d felt when his mouth had fused over her. Her breath quickened as an idea came to her. Slipping the package containing the condom onto the ladder step, she grabbed his knees. Surprise burst in his eyes as she widened his legs. She began to tremble at the hot, lusty look in his eyes.

“I’m going to do to you what you did to me earlier,” she whispered.

His gaze drew to her mouth as she licked her lips. Tension rippled through his body, the muscles in his chest flexing and his breath quickening as she dropped onto her knees in the pool. The water rose, cool and caressing against the tender tips of her nipples. She settled between his thighs, let go of his knees and palmed his big shaft with one hand and, with the other, began gently squeezing his balls.

He inhaled sharply. “You look good down there between my legs, Catalina,” he whispered.

He leaned forward. Reaching out, he cupped her breasts, caressing them in the same gentle rhythm as she did his scrotum. He groaned and she answered with a sultry moan of her own. It felt good just the two of them, leisurely massaging each other. She didn’t even care if anyone around was watching them. It seemed as if it was just the two of them in the whole world. It was the same kind of encounter she’d experienced last night while she’d been under the water. Being wanted, needed and loved. She should mention to him what had happened to her last night. But she simply didn’t want to break the mood. So she kept quiet, loving the neat carnal sensations embracing her.

Leaning over, she licked the smooth, hot tip of Calder’s swollen cock head. Closing her eyes, she moaned as his fingers pinched and tugged at her nipples. They quickly grew hot and hard, blossoming into tight pebbles.

Having a man’s cock in her mouth was different and exciting. She liked it. She’d have to do this more often with Calder because from the way his eyes were squeezed tight and the awesome way he was rubbing her nipples, he really enjoyed it.

His hips arched upward as she devoured more of his swollen flesh into her mouth. He was solid, powerful and unbelievably big.

“Suck, baby, suck,” he hissed. His fingers became harsher, more desperate on her nipples, making her breasts swollen and her pussy warm with cream. She brought him deeper into her mouth, until his cock hit the back of her throat, before she sucked around his flesh.

He let out a gurgled cry. The rough shout was like a fever slipping into her bloodstream. She sucked harder, loving the array of guttural groans erupting from deep inside his chest.

She slid her hand off his scrotum and it joined the other one, embracing his shaft, holding him as she brought him in and out of her mouth, moving fast and quick, slurping his rigid flesh until his groans grew even hoarser and she imagined him pistoning into her.

He got the same idea, for suddenly he emitted out a frustrated growl, let go of her nipples and warned her he was jumping into the water. With his arousal and anticipation roaring through her own bloodstream, she released his cock and gave him the room he needed to slip into the water in front of her.

“I need to take you now, baby,” he growled as he grabbed her by her hips and turned her around so she was braced by the wall of the pool. The intense way his eyes flared with lust had her reaching up and holding his rigid muscles as he slipped his big cock into her.

He moved quickly against her, his hard body melting with hers for a split second as he impaled her, then leaving as he withdrew. He stroked into her effectively and efficiently, angling his cock so he teased her sensitive clit every time he thrust into her. Within seconds, she was gasping into a climax that slammed into her like a storm.

She quivered as he made love to her. Her body trembling with his every firm, delicious thrust. Her aroused cries snapped through the hot afternoon air and mingled with the shrieks of seagulls. It was a beautiful music as he just kept pumping faster and harder. He brought several breathtaking orgasms out of her, his lips eventually sliding over hers, covering her mouth and catching her cries.

Only after he’d succeeded in wrenching four climaxes out of her, did he finally cry out in a hoarse shout and she shuddered wonderfully as his warm seed shot deep inside of her. And only then did she realize they hadn’t used protection. But it didn’t matter. Yes, she might be naïve in thinking this way, but they fit together so perfectly. They belonged together and they’d just shared such beautiful sex. Nothing bad could come from such beauty. No way, and at that moment she wanted to hold onto this happiness forever and she wanted this man in her heart. Always.

* * * * *

Calder didn’t want to withdraw from her. He loved being buried inside her pussy. Loved just standing in the water, beneath the warm sunlight, rhythmically moving their hips to the soft music whispering over them from the radio. But he needed to leave her. Just for the night. When he turned back into his human form, he’d be here again in the morning.

“Cat,” he whispered as the golden rays of sunlight quickly disappeared all around them.

Shit.
It was later than he thought. A new sense of urgency split into him. He
needed
to get her out of here.

“Don’t go,” she whispered against his warm mouth as he tried to pull out of her. “We didn’t use protection,” he replied. “But I’ll do right by you, I promise, and I’m not carrying any diseases. I don’t usually do this myself. I usually know a woman much, much longer.”

He hoped she believed him because it was the truth. He was clean and he’d never had unprotected sex while in his human shape. But with his desirable Catalina he’d just lost all self-control.

“A gentleman of honor,” she chuckled and kissed his mouth. Damn she knew how to kiss. Her mouth was warm and fit so wonderfully over his, and her kisses just made him so happy and heady and aroused.