His Seafaring Siren (Caledonia's Captives) by Lisa Adams

chest and a set of tingles coursed through her body.
    She watched through her euphoric gaze as he unfastened his own toga and allowed it to fall at his feet. His chiseled body was familiar to her. The tightness of his abs, his eyes that glimmered with the green hues of Caledonia, and his hardened jaw line were all remarkably stunning. But at the moment her attention was drawn to his muscular shoulders and arms, which he had developed from pulling his fish nets through the water. The power that he possessed in those arms was enough to handle all manner of occasions. His arms promised her comfort, clutched her tightly during her times of need, and cradled her to him in the heat of passion.
    Septimus slid his hand around her waist and gently guided her into the bath. They entered together as one. The water was warm and inviting, and Mowriyah felt the warmth pass up her legs, wrap around her womanhood, and lick her stomach. Deeper still, they immersed themselves, and the heat flicked at her breasts and teased her shoulders. She exhaled slowly.
    His hand was still at her waist, holding her near him. His gaze focused only on her and his mouth seemed to beckon her closer. The urgency in her body left over from their interrupted session earlier caused her to leap forward. He smiled.
    Dipping his other hand deep in the water, he cupped it and brought up a small amount of the water to the back of her head. He poured it over her and the sensation of sparkling embers ran from the tip of her head, down her hair, to her back. He repeated the process again and Mowriyah felt as if she were bathing in the sunrays. She closed her eyes and pictured herself lying in some remote place, surrounded with the sands of the desert, endless water flowing up to her. The waves rolled over her body and suddenly he was there, lying next to her.
    He caressed her chin and leaned into her, nuzzling his face against hers. His facial hair had softened with its length and it gave her a wonderful sensation.
    There in the warmth of the steam and in his arms, she felt a new heat pushing into her stomach. It was hard and demanding of her attention. She raised her hand to meet this newfound strength and heard him release a small groan.
    Through her own playing and stroking, she forced herself to open her eyes. Septimus had his head tilted back and his eyes shut, allowing her to take him in any manner she deemed fit.
    They had drifted into a corner that was isolated by the beginnings of the great bridge that people walked across. She looked around, curious to see if she was being watched. She saw dozens of couples playing in similar fashion. Some were even above them on the bridge, lying flat, and their voices drifted down to her, whispering in her ear, and sharing the secrets of their passion.
    The visions excited her, the sounds drove her onward, and Septimus was waiting for her. Her firm grip was proof enough of that fact. She released him, raising both hands from the water and gripping his shoulders.
    He looked down at her and a nod of understanding reassured her that they were both ready. Septimus lowered himself in the water, allowing it to cover all but his neck and face. Mowriyah pushed up on his shoulders and settled her naked body close to him, perching above his thighs. Her chest against his, she slid down his torso and allowed him to enter her.
    Clinging to each other, they moved in the water as one. Septimus closed his eyes once again and she bent forward to kiss his neck, teasing it with gentle licks and nips. His motions quickened and the water about them splashed.
    The noise in the room grew. Moans and groans seemed to fill every inch of it. The sound was deafening and urging all at once. She joined in the erotic song that surrounded her and felt herself climb higher than the rest, peaking to the top, and releasing.
    Septimus pulled her down on him twice more and held her there before releasing himself within her. Overwhelmed with the experience that