30 June 2021

Treasure Cove

The heat was sweltering so Eunha and I remained in the cool of the cabin; I had my head in her lap as I read webtoons on my phone. She stroked my hair and intermittently sipped from her iced juice. I would show my wife parodies of pop culture or a scene I knew she'd find funny, and I didn't notice the sudden change of weather.

If we had been outside, we would have been pelted by raindrops the size of 18 carat diamonds, the wind lashing against skin like a whip. The quiet thrumming of the fridge that we had grown accustomed to was now silenced- and my phone was about to die. It was a good thing that the singer had already watched her new favourite drama or she would have pouted.

"Do you want to go to bed?" she wasn't a siren but her song had already captured me. I left my phone on the table, needing the 15% in case we had an emergency and stood up, cupping her face in my hands.

"Are you sure?" noona nodded so I placed one hand on her back as I carried my bride from the lounge to our room. Setting her in a standing position, I sat on the bed, with her between my legs. Eunha draped her arms around my neck as she slowly kissed me, teasing me as she was fully aware of the effect she had on me.

I had my hands on her round bottom and squeezed. Gods, was she perfection. She moaned as I continued to explore those full cheeks and pinned me down with those honey thighs of hers. I smirked at the position we found ourselves in, the lace of her La Perla bra failing to conceal those glorious full moons of hers.

My head met a pillow as I gracefully swept our legs onto the bed, my heart-shaped birthmark making an appearance as it stroked the apple of her cheek. "I just can't help myself, can't wait no longer," I sang the lines from a Music Bank stage I had shared with Eric Nam years ago, before I buried my face in her neck, my teeth leaving a trail of imprints.

The singer moaned and I slipped off the bra straps off her shoulders- there was no rush so I'd take my time. I kissed the milky white shoulders before exploring the dips and curves of her clavicle, my fingers encountering the underwire of the bra. Wearing this must be an agony and I would always save my princess from hurt, I smirked as it fell on the bed.

"Give daddy a heart attack," I melted at the sight of that exquisite embonpoint, caressing them delicately in my palms. Each was soon immersed in my mouth, her eyes shimmering with want as my tongue swirled clockwise and anti-clockwise, showing what was to come in a few minutes. The crescents of my wife's fingernails left sickle moons on my back and sides, turning me on further.

Unbuttoning her skirt to get a view of the matching La Perla lingerie, I left a trail of kisses down her taut belly. I removed those items of clothing completely, and gently nudged her legs apart, my teeth leaving purple and blue blossoms on her honey thighs.

I remembered when my family had been on vacation to Hawaii. My dad told me that you could drink nectar from hibiscus flowers. I didn't believe him so he plucked a scarlet blossom amid the dark green leaves and held it out to me. Appa told me to remove the little green remains of the bud and I saw a butter yellow ring. Tipping the red cup to my lips, I felt the tiniest drops of natural sugary goodness on my tastebuds. No wonder this was the food of the gods, Neptune included.

I viewed the white petals on the bed before me, eager to get Eunha's flower on my lips, her nectar on my tongue. There was a dessert course right in front of me and it was time to feast. My ears were filled with the sound of rushing, roaring water as the brine in my blood boiled. I felt her thighs sandwich my face as I went in deeper, my mouth watering.

Licking my lips after that serving of cream, my fingers itched to be enveloped in that red-hot sea of hers. Dampening the urge to shuck her like an oyster, I gently prised the water flower open before I went to work on her. Enjoying the way the singer gave into the slipstream, I vowed to have her eyes at half-mast from the pleasure.

As soon as she was accustomed to the way I moved inside of her, I finally removed my cargo shorts and boxers. My wife took in the strapping leviathan with those cute eyes of hers but I kissed her midriff, promising to be gentle. Placing myself at her entrance, I kept one hand under her back as I entered.

She bit into the other pillow as the head breached but after that, it was smoother sailing. I plied Eunha as much rope as she could take, not wanting to hurt her from excess force. She kissed me as we churned and tossed, loving the way I writhed lithely. My hands moved from her back to her hair, bringing her closer to me.

I wished to be marooned in this moment forever but being with the singer depleted my inhuman stamina. Picking up the pace, the orgasm hit at her in waves until my foam flecked her cavernous depths. She rolled off of me, but I buried her face in my shoulder, my chest rising and crashing like waves. We were spent, but in the best way possible.

"I forgot to get birth control," the singer sighed. She didn't sound worried, still high from pleasure.

"Merpeople don't get pregnant on land so we can rock that boat however much you want," I grinned at the siren. "What's more, you don't get periods and if your life is put in danger because of a pregnancy, you can transfer the foetus to me, as seahorses do. The process is called the 'mermaid's purse'."

"I love being your mermaid," she kissed me. The power returned so I made us a quick dinner, replenishing our energy for rounds 2 and 3.