Page 14 of Leaping Into Love

Wiggling around to a piggyback position, she gently crosses her arms in front of my throat. “Like this?”

“Perfect. But don’t be afraid to hold me tightly.”

Her arms and legs lock more firmly around me. “You usually swim underwater, right?”

“Often, yes.”

“Will you do that with me? I’ll hold my breath. I want to see things from your perspective.”

That she accepts my nature and welcomes it so easily makes my heart feel as if it could burst from my chest. “Tap with your fingers if you need me to surface.”

“Ready,” she says, drawing a deep, audible breath.

Carefully, I descend, though not so deep that the sun’s rays no longer provide some light, then I kick out while stroking with my arms, propelling us forward. To our left, the underwater growth of bullrushes and water lilies wave gently. All around us, small fish weave and dive out of our path. A northern water snake about a meter long passes us on the right, and Tiana points at with what I know is excitement, not fear. We’re nearly at the place where I first held her in my arms when she taps her fingers on my sternum.

“It’s so beautiful,” she says, the moment we break the surface. “I need to work on holding my breath so I can stay under with you longer.”

Again, my heart swells. Fate could not have sent me a better mate. I take the last few strokes with our heads above water, wrapping my hands over Tiana’s legs when my feet connect with the silty bottom. “May I continue to carry you?”

“I’d like that.” She settles her chin on my shoulder, a little “ooh” sliding into my tympanum as she points downward. “I guess there’s someone in town who makes specialty footwear?”

No longer needing to restrict my nature, I let a full croak ride my happy amusement. “There is. Though, I only wear shoes in the winter months.”

“What about clothes? All those fancy pants and suspenders, were those real or part of the illusion?”

“The clothes were all real. Only the shoes you would’ve seen were glamoured.”

“Good. I can’t wait to see how handsome you really look in your old-timey, buttoned-up style. But not right now. Naked first, charming clothes later,” she says, trailing her tongue along my neck. “Maybe a lot later.”

My vocal sac expands as she does it again, and instinctively, I begin my mating call.

Her legs tighten around my waist, and she moans, rubbing her hot center against my back. “When you sang for me at night, did you watch me?”

I croak, setting her on her feet after stepping inside the house. “The first time was unintentional. The others were not. I cannot apologize enough for that. I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy that way.”

“I wanted you there, you know I did,” she says, wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing her warmth against me. “Every night, I invited you to come back. You heard me, didn’t you?”

“I did, yes. But you thought you were talking to a frog in the swamp, not to me.”

“I may not have consciously known it was you singing to me, but I knew you were my frog, that you were calling to me. Even then, on some level, I knew you were mine,” she says, smiling up at me. “And now I’m yours.”

“And I am the luckiest soul alive because of it.” Scooping her off her feet, I carry her upstairs, singing the song that brought her to me.

By the time I set her down on the cedar bench in the large, open shower room attached to the master bedroom, the sweet scent of her arousal has my tongue desperate to unfurl and my cock leaking in anticipation of mounting her.

While I adjust the water temperature to something more suited for human comfort, she divests herself of the little bikini, then wiggles my swim trunks down so I can kick them away.

“I’m so glad this part of your anatomy has evolved,” she says, taking my cock in hand.

“As am I.” Warm water rains down on us from the multiple-head system above, mixing with the pre-cum bubbling from my tip to lubricate my cock as she strokes up and down, up and down. “In all the times I’ve done this myself, it never felt like your touch.”

Her eyelashes flutter against the pattering water as she looks up and meets my gaze. “Has no one else ever done this?”

“Not this or anything else. When I told you my kind mate for life, I meant it in every way.” My stomach knots when her motion stutters and she slow-blinks.

Then she kneels in front of me, a smile unlike any of the others I’ve seen curving her soft, beautiful lips before she angles my cock toward them and takes me into her mouth.

“Gods above.” I splay one hand on the tile wall for support as sensation spreads through me like a firestorm.