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it still remained comfortable. Jarl waited for her in the deeper water beyond. When the water was waist deep, she hesitated and looked to him, unsure.

Jarl was mesmerized by the sight of the water slowly creeping up her naked body. It concealed a tiny bit more of her with every tentative step she took. When it passed above her thighs and the dark triangle of her womanhood, he let out his breath. Standing there now, the water lapping against her trim waist, with only her upper torso still exposed above the surface, she seemed a vision of some golden water goddess. He could see she was waiting for further encouragement from him, but his mouth could not form the words that would end the alluring display.

“How deep is it where you are?” she asked.

“I can touch the bottom,” he lied.

“Can I?” she asked. Jarl was a full head taller than she was.

“I think so, but if not, you can hold onto me.” This was the first time he had seen her afraid of anything other than the slaver, and he enjoyed her vulnerability—enjoyed being in the position of her needing him to protect her.

Nena took a deep breath and lunged forward, her arms and legs moving in an odd combination of flailing and dog paddling. When she reached him, she turned her body vertical and reached with her toes for the bottom that wasn’t there. She shrieked with terror. Just before her head went under, Jarl grabbed her firmly by the arms, keeping her face safely above the surface. He shook the water from his hair again, thoroughly soaked from her erratic thrashing. “Easy. I’ve got you,” he reassured. “It’s alright. Hold on to me.” He pulled her toward him and felt her arms wrap around his neck. Her breasts and body pressed tightly against him. Keeping one arm around her waist, he tread water with the other. “I thought you said you could swim,” he chuckled.

“I can, but what you are doing is…” she marveled, at a loss for words at how he was keeping them afloat while barely seeming to move his legs and one arm.

“No,” he corrected her. “What you did was not swimming.”

“I did not say I was a fish,” she retorted, more comfortable now that it was becoming clear he truly could support them both and she wasn’t about to drown.

He reached for the end of her braid and pulled loose the tie, allowing the water’s gentle current to undo the sections.

“Can you teach me to swim like this?” she asked.

“Yes, I could. But then you wouldn’t need to cling to me so tightly, so I don’t think I will,” he teased. His eyes were the multicolored mixture of grays and blues of when he was amused, but she could see the flecks of green becoming more predominant the longer he held her. She felt his hardness growing between them.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she kept his goal suspended just beyond his reach. He kissed her deeply, water droplets mingling with their kiss, then began to paddle them closer to shore. He could easily keep them both suspended in the water, but to do anything more required some traction. Her dark hair fanned out around them now like a veil in the water. Jarl could feel its thousands of tiny fingers caressing his skin, tickling, teasing, tingling everywhere it touched him.

“Nena,” he groaned under his breath.

Her entire body, to her core, reacted to his tone, his need, and she felt it become her own in an instant. In that moment, there was no Teclan, no Northmen, no camp waiting for them, no slaver, only the two of them as one. She felt a fluttering weakness within her that she knew now could only be quelled when his strength was inside her. Slowly she loosened her grip with her legs around his waist and allowed him to push her lower until his shaft was buried deep within her. Their bodies firmly connected, he paused and kissed her again, his eyes now the color of emeralds. With his hands tight on her hips and buttocks, he began to move with firm upward strokes, slowly at first, then increasing in intensity.

Nena twisted her fingers into Jarl’s thick dark chestnut hair, feeling the explosion building with each sure thrust. She clung to him, her parted lips pressed against his cheek, lost in the ecstasy of her senses. When her body began to shudder, she felt him join her with his climactic release.

Neither moved or spoke for many moments. Jarl remained locked inside her. Even when his manhood fell away, they remained embraced, motionless in the cool water.

“I think I will definitely not be teaching you to swim,” he said with a smile, his eyes once again a playful swirl of blues and grays.

Nena smiled back and gently bit his lower lip. She pulled it back toward her slightly before releasing it. “I have changed my mind,” she whispered. “I no longer wish to learn.”

Jarl nodded, appreciating her response. “Lie back,” he said, “until you are flat on top of the water.” He felt her tense. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you and I won’t let you go. I promise.” He kept one hand under her neck and the other under the small of her back. “It’s alright, just enjoy the water. Feel how it lifts you.” He moved behind her holding her only by her head now. “If you feel like you are sinking, just take in a deep breath and hold it; you will float without even trying.” As her body began to sink, she did as he suggested and soon felt her chest breaking the surface. It was amazing. “The salty waters of the sea are even easier to float in,” he said. “They lift you without your hardly having to draw in a breath at all.”

Nena couldn’t imagine doing something like this in the unpredictable shifting sea. Even wading with her feet firmly on the bottom