16. When You Move, I Move

16

WHEN YOU MOVE, I MOVE

PACARI

S eeing Teresa underwater undoes me a little. Her features, already soft, look doubly so here. The light refracts in a way that emphasizes every one of her curves. With the darkness of the cave and the water, it gives me extra pleasure to know the only light she bathes in is mine.

Just as I want her to be mine.

"Your eyes," she gasps.

Her voice sounds bubbly underwater. Humans aren't made for this world, but it sounds so cute I don't care. Teresa's hands trace along my cheekbones as I try not to rush her along. My sifon pulses with unprecedented need for her—the taste of her in the water all-encompassing as her desire grows.

But this soft moment doesn't last long.

There is something in the distance, a deep, low, ominous hum. I need to get her out from the water and on dry land. When she goes in for another kiss, she whines as I push her back.

"We have to get you to safety," I say, my eyes unable to stop looking at her in my glow.

A flurry of bubbles accompanies her sudden movement as her eyes grow wide.

"I can hear you so well!" she practically yells.

I laugh, taking her hand in mine. "Unlike you, I'm designed for the water. C'mon, we need to go."

The bubbliest little "wo-a-ah" falls out of her mouth. My heart squeezes, it's so cute. She is adorable beyond reason.

As we move around, my light highlights the anemones and coral and shelled creatures that thrive on low tides. I hold tight to her, making sure she doesn't get too distracted as I swim us towards the small speck of light that made me think we'd have a way out of here in the first place. Interestingly, there is a massive cavern just beyond these rocks—too far for a human to travel to. Well, most humans. Some of the people who lived here in the beginning were said to be excellent divers, according to Cirro. And every now and then, there's a few who call themselves free divers who find places like these.

When I look back, I see Teresa attempting to kick with her boots on. If anything, she's holding us back that way .

"Can you try taking off your boots? I can hold them for you."

Her lips form an O before she nods her head. She twists around in the water trying to get them off, but her boots are slippery and so is everything else. Even her pruny fingers don't provide enough grip, so I wave her off of the boots.

"Let me try," I say.

She waves her arms around slowly in the water for balance as I pull the boot from her leg. I'm so close to her cunt, it's incredibly difficult to resist burying my face within it. I breathe in and out deeply, letting the cool water around me cool my lust. Our eyes lock as I remove one boot.

"Your eyes are doing that thing again," she says in that bubbly little voice.

"Hold this, please," I say, before going in for the other.

I don't need to be reminded what color my eyes are. I'm trying very hard to ignore how my body is reacting to Teresa right now. Her safety is much more important. Even if she keeps rubbing her thighs together. Even if she keeps looking at me with those gorgeous brown eyes like she wants everything I want.

Finally, her boot is off. I offer to hold them for her, but she points out that I'm the better swimmer. I left my satchel in the garden, which is unfortunate. Once we're out of the cave's waterways, the light finally starts to show. With a little bit more swimming—so slowly—we finally make it into the open ocean.

"Oh god," she says under her breath—or rather, under a few bubbles.

I look back at her to see her expression now bears a bit of terror.

"Are you okay?" I ask her.

"That's a lot of blue. It's just… it goes on forever."

With a squeeze to the hand I'm holding, I try to assure her. "I've got you."

She nods cautiously, squeezing my hand even tighter.

Maybe I won't be able to take her to the garden. Or maybe she just needs prepping. Practice. I don't know what it's like to find this place terrifying. The sky is much scarier, but perhaps that's because I've been to the very depths of the ocean and I cannot imagine what is beyond the sky.

We try swimming as we have through the smaller channels of the cave's waterways, but out here in the open ocean I am used to swimming much, much faster. It's to no fault of Teresa's—humans just aren't built for swimming fast. Even their fastest swimmers are slow compared to anyone I know below the water. And as it is, Teresa is tiring. Even with the athleticism of her dancing, she is simply not used to swimming.

"Can I try something? A way for us to swim together that will be much faster."

"What are you going to do?" she asks.

I pull her towards me, wrap my arms around her front with her back to me. Against my chest, I feel her pulse quicken, her breath speed up.

"Hi," she giggles.

"Don't get any ideas, we're getting you to safety."

"Better tell that to your little friend," she says with another giggle.

"Slugger is with Kalixto," I say, confused.

"Mmm, not that little guy," she says, wiggling her hips against my sifon, which has half-emerged from its shell. "Though you're right, it's not little."

Teasing, tormenting woman. I lean into her neck, kiss her before sucking hard.

For as silly as her voice sounds underwater, her moans do not. No, the vibration travels through the water so I can hear her pleasure without the delay of air. I whimper into her shoulder, knowing that I made a mistake. My hips thrust against her without thinking, and she shudders against me.

"Whatever we're doing, yes," she sighs.

I clear my throat, try to clear my head. The pull of her sexuality is too much, but I need her to be safe. Safety, then fucking .

"When I move, you move," I tell her. "We're going to swim together. I kick, you kick."

"This isn't bound to be erotic at all," she mutters.

If I had human ears, I probably wouldn't have heard it. I wish I didn't. Because she's right. She's very, very right. As soon as I begin kicking, I feel it. She pushes her legs back with each kick, teasing the nerves on the front of my legs with the feel of her. Holding her hips tightly against mine too means I feel the movement of her ass as she undulates her hips with mine. I move her hands above our heads to make us more hydrodynamic, and as I do, I cannot help but drag my hands down her arms. She shivers against me.

Whatever force is causing these earthquakes, I cannot lose focus. I keep my eyes on the waters ahead, scanning the open blue for any signs of danger.

As we pass by schools of fish, I feel the breath leave Teresa in awe-filled bursts.

"They're so pretty," she murmurs.

I smile next to her, sneaking glances at her expression with my head nestled over her shoulder. The school glitters in the rays of sun that filter through the water. I let myself kiss her neck before pushing forward, ensuring we delay no longer in getting to the surface.

I spot a Great White in the distance—a sign that we're nearly there. My arms wrap tighter around Teresa, despite knowing they don't usually go after humans and that she has my protection. But when one of your friends is the ghost of a sailor eaten by a shark, it makes you a little more weary around them.

This area of the shoreline, I know well. The shelf of sand and rock and petrified wood has a distinct look to it, and I follow the marks until I find the grey rock leading to the cave. We are finally in shallow enough water, we can stand, so I release my hold on Teresa and let her gather to her feet.