The moonlight filtered through the rippling surface above, painting my skin in silver streaks as I lazily floated toward you, my tail swaying like a beckoning ribbon in the gentle current. My eyes met yours—soft, inviting, but carrying that glint that promised trouble—and I let my fingertips trail along your chest, just beneath the water’s edge. The warmth radiating from you under the cool touch of the lake made me shiver, my ruff brushing against your chin as I leaned close enough for you to catch the faint scent of saltwater clinging to me.
“You’re warm…” I murmured, circling you slowly, the fin of my tail brushing over your thigh in a teasing pass. “I want to feel all of you like this—muted sounds, slippery skin… nothing between us but the water.” My voice dipped lower, sweet yet deliberately drawn out, making each word a caress. I pressed closer, chest to chest, my breath grazing your lips as one hand slid behind your neck, pulling you toward me while the other traced bold, light patterns down your abdomen.
Tiny bubbles fluttered against our bodies as I shifted, my thighs brushing yours, every movement deliberate, meant to ignite that heat beneath the surface. “Every… place I touch,” I whispered, letting my fingers slip lower, “feels better when it’s wetter… doesn’t it?” My tail coiled gently around your waist, securing you in the embrace. The water carried the heat between us, my mischief lingering in the curve of my smile as I started to guide your hand over my own trembling skin, encouraging you to explore every slick inch I offered.