SWEET: Sharks
1346 Words
You woke up inside a yacht.
Apparently, someone carried you while you were asleep.
"Paris! Where am I?” you asked, mortified.
"Oh, have you forgotten? It's our date today, pumpkin," he said so casually.
"I know. But that doesn't answer anything," you said, confused.
"I just want to make every minute count. You belong to me every second of today, don't you?" he said, winking.
You chose not to answer him since answering him back will just lead to him endlessly teasing you. That much you can tell based on experience.
You opened the door of the yacht’s cabin and found yourself surrounded by water.
No landmass can be seen.
You are in the middle of the ocean.
There are dolphins and even sharks surrounding the yacht.
It was so beautiful.
"Would you like to swim with me?" he asked, already removing his clothes, leaving only his swimming trunks.
Your eyes widened in surprise and tried to avoid looking at him.
Paris went near you. "I would like to show you something," he said so teasingly.
"What? No! What? I'm not ready!" you said.
He carried you bridal style and jumped in the water with you. The dolphins greeted you and the sharks swam away.
"Hold your breath," he said as your heads went to the surface.
And then he dove in the water with you.
You were not scared.
You trust him.
You trust him with your life.
The sudden realization made you want to run away.
But he held you tighter. It's as if he understood.
You went deeper and deeper into the ocean. Then you stopped.
Your feet were planted to the ocean floor.
You opened your eyes.
Colors everywhere. Vibrant colors that bring the ocean to life.
There are different sizes of fishes.
There are even small sharks just sleeping soundly, some rubbing themselves to your feet and Paris'.
It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
So exciting.
You felt so alive.
As you both surfaced from the water, you thought of the similarities between Paris and this date.
Diversity.
Excitement.
And a lot of feelings.
•••••••••••••
He helped you out of your swimming gears and helped you get back to the yacht...
"That was amazing!" you exclaimed.
"I know. Just like me, right?" Paris cheerily replied.
"Would you like to change your outfit? Of course, I would have no objections if you would rather be n***d," Paris slyly smiled.
"You wish! I'd rather freeze to death!"
"Now, now, I was only joking," he said.
He went inside the cabin and you followed him.
He was already wrapped in a white robe when you entered.
He gave you a beach bag. There are clothes inside. Even underwear.
Everything was your size.
"How did you know?" you asked.
"Oh, your size, you mean? I measured."
"What do you mean you measured?!" Your voice was already high-pitched.
"Haha. I mean, I estimated," he laughed, finding your reaction amusing.
You chose to ignore him and went to the bathroom to change.
He chose a pink dress for you with a lot of red ribbons and lace, and a little too short, exposing your legs.
There are matching pink shoes, thankfully with just kitten heels.
Since you have no choice, you just wore that.
•••••••••••
You found him at the deck. There was a grand-looking table for two, with quite a romantic set-up.
Dinner by candlelight with red wine, and a bouquet of roses.
He was already dressed in a pink tuxedo, black slacks, and leather black shoes.
His hair is still wet.
He smelled and looked exciting.
Like a bubblegum-flavored wine, you thought to yourself.
Your eyes traveled to his handsome face.
A face is so strikingly handsome.
His golden eyes tell you to be his.
And his gorgeous red hair, the color of blood.
"Enjoying the view, my dear?" You blushed at Paris' question.
Thankfully he let that slide and helped you to sit across him.
You silently had dinner, staring at the silent waves of the ocean and the starlit sky.
"The steak is really good!" you complimented him.
"Oh, I got that from a restaurant. I asked a gourmet chef to prepare the food. Don't worry, I paid him."
"You didn't t*****e or resort to any of your other means?" you asked, surprised.
"Of course not. This is our date. I don't want to ruin the ambiance with your nagging. Besides, I want us to focus on other things," he smiled, a teasing smile as always.
•••••••••••
After you had a sumptuous dinner, he helped you up.
He carried you to the rails.
For fear of falling, you closed your eyes.
"Open your eyes," he whispered.
You saw his face.
There was a longing there.
A deep, aching longing in his eyes.
There were too many emotions swimming in Paris' eyes.
"I don't understand myself anymore," Paris said as he caressed your cheeks.
"I want you with more intensity than I ever wanted anyone," Paris continued.
"I want you, but not to break you. I never want to break you," he said as he cupped your face.
"Do you know what I should do? Do I take you or do I let you go?" he said, almost painfully.
Then he inched the gap between your faces but stopped just an inch away. "Tell me now."
"Kiss me, Paris," you demanded.
His kiss was unexpectedly gentle, almost hesitant.
Then he slowly regained pacing. It was hungry. A hungry kiss, demanding an equal answer.
You opened your lips to the magician, allowing him to teach you wonders with his tongue.
Your cheeks blushed as the intense heat you felt was reflected in the crimson coloring of your cheeks.
He pressed himself closer to you, wrapping your legs around him and making you feel his need pulsing beneath his clothes.
Your eyes widened when you became aware of the tensed muscles wanting to rip your soul apart.
The magician was an expert in so many ways, you mused when an embarrassing moan escaped from your lips.
You felt your body heat rise as your heart beats erratically in your chest.
You closed your eyes, and your knees crumbled, and your hands...
Your hands itched to embrace his neck like you wanted to tell him to go further.
Like a simple kiss will never be enough to quench your thirst.
Your thirst for this man whose lips were invading yours with all the passion of a mad man.
You wanted to know so much more than a kiss.
Your mind becomes clouded as you tugged on his shirt, intending to rip that tuxedo open.
You wanted to explore the depths of the magician's desire as you answered him back with an equal passion.
With all the excitement coupled with your trembling knees, you accidentally pulled on him.
The next minute, you realized you were both falling.
You held on to him as you both landed, soaked in the water.
The momentum was lost.
The cold water drenched your feverish bodies with reality and reason.
You looked at him, afraid it will be awkward after that kiss. But he smiled a genuine smile of his and laughed.
His reaction from falling makes you laugh, his melodious chuckle music to your ears.
You tried to calm the fast beating of your heart as you looked into the golden eyes of his that reflect sheer joy and amusement.
You wondered what are these emotions you feel every time you hear his laughter.
A feeling of being enchanted, fixated on his voice. So much so that you can't even hear your laughter mixed with his.
You hear him and nothing else.
And when you stare into those molten gold orbs, you see nothing else...
Everything else fades, the crashing waves, the yacht, the moon, and the stars...
Everything fades until there's nothing else...
Nothing else but him.
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