Wave Riding

Prior to starting my night with Piper, I took a good whiff of my underarms. No further explanation was needed before I found myself rushing to the shower. Ten minutes later, I gave myself the best speedy makeover I could manage, not that much changed. I never was one for touch ups.

Following my preparation, I raced down the hall towards Piper's room. My sense of direction (or lack thereof) spun me around a few times. Endless corridors resulted in me backtracking almost every other turn. In a wild haze, I turned to round a corner.

WHAM!

Before I could process what happened, I found myself on the ground with a throbbing nose. Groaning with my hand over my nose, I glanced up to see who was on the receiving end of the rushed impact.

Rubbing her palm over her eyebrow with a scowl on her face was none other than Reyna.

"Oh… Hey… Sorry about that." I gave her an awkward smile.

She grumbled. "If you're going to run around like a madman, give me a warning to steer clear."

I rubbed the soreness from my nose. "Sorry. Should have paid more attention." Offering her a hand, I stood. Her lips curved into a slight smile as she accepted, allowing me to pull her to her feet.

"What were you running for anyways?"

"Oh. Um, well… I was heading over to Piper's room."

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Why would you ever tell her that?!

Her expression turned stony. Devoid of emotion, she turned her head away. "Well… I hope you two enjoy your night together. If you'll excuse me…" She shoved herself past me, nearly slamming me into the wall.

I whirled around and reached for her hand.

"Percy," she said, cold and calm, "it would serve us both better if you let my hand go. I'd hate to think of what experiences Piper would miss if you weren't able to use yours properly."

I tightened my grip.

"Just listen for a sec—"

"I'd rather listen at another time. You obviously have somewhere to be."

Correct as she was, I didn't want to let go. Still, my hand betrayed my wishes and released her from its grip. She continued down the hall and rounded the corner.

Good job Percy, you've made Olympus proud…

I returned to my previous task and resumed my trek to Piper's bedroom.

Once I reached the door, I palmed my hair back and took a deep breath before knocking. Like before, I was granted the sounds of a small scuffle as Piper rushed to open the door.

"You're late. Thought you were getting cold feet for a little bit there."

I decided not to bring up the cause for the hold up. Best not to kickstart another rivalry.

What really made my head spin was her calmness… and her wardrobe.

Clad in a tight fitting maroon bikini beneath an open button up shirt, she looked like a stereotypical beach girl. Further selling that image were the sandals on her feet, the towel over her shoulder, and the surfboards under her arms.

"Um, what's with all this?" I gestured to the boards.

She tilted her head. "Well, I figured tonight could get pretty awkward if it doesn't play out right. So I thought we could break the ice with a night of surfing. Figured a son of Poseidon would enjoy that."

Slack jawed, my cheeks reddened. "Um. I wouldn't know. I've considered surfing, but never have."

She reeled her head back, eyes wide. "Oh, wow… Hmm. Well, I'm not the greatest at it either, but I could help you out. Give you some pointers. Even I had to start somewhere."

The son of Poseidon being taught how to surf by a daughter of Aphrodite. What are the odds of that?

"Sure, why not? Just let me go get my trunks."

She responded by tossing a board into me. "What you're wearing is fine. Besides, you can instantly dry yourself anyways. Now let's get going."

Through the halls and across the atrium, she hauled me along for the ride. I barely managed to keep hold of my surfboard, but she didn't seem to notice my struggle until we reached the doorway. When she did, she released her grip on my wrist and chuckled.

"Struggling much?"

I readjusted the board beneath my arm. "Just a bit. I would have followed without you dragging me; you know that, right?"

Her eyes gleamed playfully. "Yeah, but I wouldn't want you getting distracted along the way."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Distra…?"

She twirled around and flipped up the back of her shirt, revealing her bountiful bronze cheeks straining against the dark bikini bottoms. A devious grin stretched across her lips.

Forcing down a swallow, I reminded myself to breathe. "I never took you for the flirty type."

Hands on her hips, her lips curled into a pout. "I could charmspeak your pants off if you'd prefer that."

"No no," I said. "I'll take the flirting. Besides, it's a nice view."

"Oh? So if I were to just…" Her shirt slipped off her shoulders. If not for the board under her arm, it would have hit the ground. With most of her svelte figure bared to the world, she eyed me with an innocent gaze. Puppy eyed with a quivering lower lip, she melted my brain in little more than five seconds. "Like this better?"

My hands twitched. "We better get out there before I plow into one of these couches."

Despite her shocked face, she rubbed her thighs together. A smile flashed across her lips. "You'll have to catch me first."

Taking on her challenge, I darted after the laughing vixen. Along the way, she tossed her shirt back at me, distracting me for only a second as I swiped it out of the air.

"You can't escape me!" I shouted.

To further cement my point, I called upon the sea and sent a tendril of lake water to intercept her. Startled, she stumbled into the water and wound up cocooned up to her shoulders in its cool grip.

She pouted. "That's cheating."

I laughed as I approached. "If you want to play dirty, so will I."

An exaggerated sigh passed through her lips. "I guess I'm at your mercy then. Though this seems like a really cheap way to get me wet."

Startled by her brashness, I released her from my watery grip and sent the tendril into the lake. She picked up her board and curled her lip.

"Too far?"

"A bit," I said, rubbing my neck.

"Aw, well. So, you ready for some evening waves?"

True to her word, the sun was just about to hit the horizon. At least I could be sure Apollo wouldn't try to give me surfing tips. Though that did bring up a small question in my mind.

"Where exactly did you get the surfboards from? I know we didn't bring these from camp."

Piper chuckled at my apparent ignorance. "Coach Hedge's wife, Mellie. She used to work with my dad, so I called in a favor. The wind spirits brought these here within a few hours."

So wind spirits are able to come and go as they please, but my friends can't leave? Man, the limits on this place have a serious double standard.

With that cleared up, I took off my shirt, much to Piper's approval, and laid it out on the massive towel Piper brought with us. Following that, we swam out into the lake to try and catch some sunset waves.

While I had no issues swimming out to the deep water (Piper struggled to keep up to say the least), actually trying to surf was a nightmare. Despite Piper's help, I was absolutely clueless in working my board correctly. Every crest that came in and collided with my board sent me tumbling into the water, and made me a laughing stock for Piper, though she did her best to conceal it. On one occasion, she declared that I was "tombstoned," whatever that means.

While on the water, I took note of how her personality shifted from earlier. The flirty seductress turned into a wild surfer girl. Laughing and whooping with every swell she caught, she found me staring countless times. Still, I swallowed my pride and attempted to keep pace with her.

After a grueling half-hour later, I finally managed to stand properly on the board and stayed balanced as a foot and a half wave gently pushed me towards the shore. Piper applauded my accomplishment, to which I jokingly bowed. Of course, the gesture resulted in me wiping out once more and falling face first into the water.

I resurfaced, too ashamed to will myself dry, and looked at Piper. "I meant to do that."

"Uh huh. Sure you did," she replied with a smirk.

I looked around and took a moment to realize that, despite my thoughts on a lot of time passing, the sunset was only halfway over.

"Why don't we head back to the shore? Let's try this another time, when we can actually see clearly."

She snickered. "Tired of getting thrown off your board?"

I went red once more. She agreed with my request and let us wrap up our evening on the water. As we paddled back to the shore, I couldn't help but notice the lean muscles flexing on her body. Graceful wouldn't be the word I'd describe Piper with, but nothing else could better describe her in that moment. Upon reaching the shore, I summoned a small wave to wash away the sand caking our bodies.

Moonlight shone across the waves and shore, dancing across the droplets coating her body. Bathed in a semi divine aura, her radiant beauty resulted in me falling short of breath more than once.

I stopped staring before she could catch me and invited her to sit with me on the towel, to which she cheerfully accepted. She and I sat back and idly chatted, recounting the times we spent on the Argo II. Despite the fact that Leo was still a sore subject for her, she managed a smile as she recounted the memories.

Somewhere along the line, she nestled her bare back against my chest, my legs spread to either side of her. The subject veered to our times spent on and around beaches. She reminisced about her brief times surfing with her father, and I shared my times in Montauk with my mom.

Stray thoughts of how my mom must feel interrupted the pleasant conversation. Taking note of my sudden silence, Piper grabbed my wrists and wrapped my arms around her. A dirty tactic, but effective. All thoughts turned to cradling her in my arms the moment my palms rubbed the smooth skin of her midriff.

She sighed contentedly, leaning the back of her head against my shoulder. The exposed area of her neck invited me to press a kiss or two against it, so I did.

"Oh," she moaned. A hand reached over and clasped my hair. Held in place, and spurred by her melodic moans, my kisses turned to nibbles on the delicate skin.

"Touchez moi."

Her free hand took hold of mine and slipped it beneath the fabric of her bikini top. The warm flesh of her ample breast molded beneath my fingers. A hardened nub brushed my palm, resulting in a beautiful gasp from the wild beauty in my arms.

"Plus!"

My remaining hand found itself pressed against her pelvis. For a few seconds, I massaged the firm area. She shuddered with every passing second, but pressed my hand lower.

I pulled back the second my fingertips slipped beneath the thin fabric. "Are you sure?"

She craned her neck and turned to me with parted lips. Panting and moaning, she pressed her lips against mine. Wide eyed, I allowed her tongue to slip into my mouth as my fingers did the same beneath her high cut bottoms. All the while, I continued massaging her supple bosom.

A small whimper fled her lips as my fingers massaged the moistening lips between her legs. I circled my fingers around her warm nethers, occasionally drawing a finger through the slit from the bottom to the top. At the end of each cycle, I took her little clit between the pads of my fingers and gave it a slight twist.

Writhing in pleasurable agony, she caressed my tongue with her own as I explored the most sacred places of her body. Eyes closed, chest heaving, legs pulled up; all of it in response to my touch.

When she could take no more, she readjusted herself and straddled my lap while pushing me ever so slightly closer to the ground. I moved in tandem with her, laying my back against the soft towel. All the while, she refused to let her lips leave mine.

Subtle touches and gropes passed between us both. My hands trailed down her smooth back and grasped hold of her supple ass. The soft cheeks jiggled, but only slightly.

She rubbed her hands over my chest, down my abdomen, and massaged ever so slightly around my waist. I bucked, but she refused to give me the relief I desperately wanted.

After some time, she reached for my hair and pulled at it, earning a throaty groan from me. She took advantage and bit my lower lip, gently sucking on it.

My response was instantaneous. My hands left her backside, wrapped entirely around her waist, and pulled her almost uncomfortably close to me. My fingers pressed roughly into her soft skin; an action which resulted in a sharp gasp from the Cherokee.

Seeing as I had the upper hand, I used her brief moment of surprise to roll us over, pressing her against the wrinkled surface of the towel. Her hair sprawled wildly around her head. Her body gleamed in sweat, making her glow even brighter in the moonlight.

"Beautiful," I whispered.

She smiled bashfully and pulled me back for another kiss. She pulled away slightly after and arched her back before moving her hands beneath herself, fiddling a bit. Her bikini top went slack.

Her hands returned to my shoulders. Kaleidoscopic eyes sparkled with lust. I took the small piece of clothing into my hand and pulled it away from her chest, revealing the luscious breasts my hands grew to adore.

Piper's breath hitched as I took hold of one of her soft mammaries, jiggling it slightly in my hand.

"You okay?" I asked.

Her breathing only slightly steadied. "Yeah. Just… a lot more exposed than I'm used to."

I tilted my head. "Wait. So you and Ja—"

Silenced by a quick tug, I found myself buried between her supple breasts. Through the cushion of her bosom, her heart hammered against her chest.

My hands slithered along her flanks, stopping only when they grasped the soft mounds nestling my head. Once she loosened her grip, I pulled away and took one of her dark nipples into my mouth. Softly pinching and twisting, my fingers occupied the other.

I ravished her chest for as long as I could keep my breath held. The sapid hint of sweat on her moist skin danced along my palate. She sang beautiful whimpers and heaving moans in my ears.

Between her breasts, I divided my attention. As one was suckled and nursed, the other was massaged and caressed. She ran her fingers through my hair, her head tossed back as French expletives left her lips.

"Embrasse moi."

Recognizing the phrase, I pulled away, flicking my tongue against her nipple as I did. Our lips pressed together in a throaty kiss. Tongues slid and caressed one another. A deep growl echoed in my throat, resulting in a shrill gasp from her. Her hands wrapped around my bare back and massaged the tense muscles.

Dragging her lip with my teeth, I pulled until her dulcet whimpers reached my ears. The purple mark on her neck caught my attention. Seeking to darken it, I latched my lips along the tender skin of her jugular. A few suckles is all it took before she gasped and writhed beneath me, squirming and squealing as she ran her fingers over my shoulders.

"Oh putain! Oui!"

Once satisfied with the blackening splotch on her throat, I lowered myself, nipping and sucking every few inches. A trail of hickies marked my path. Over her collarbone, around her breast, down her belly, and across her pelvis.

Upon recognizing my end goal, she grabbed the sides of my face.

"Wait," she said, breathless.

I followed her hands as they lifted my chin towards her face. "What's wrong?"

Her flushed expression turned scarlett. "I'm the concubine. At least let me practice being one."

My eyes sagged.

Is she really that far gone?

My jaw set and my eyebrows downturned as I pulled my head free of her hands and gave her another kiss. Far more tender than our previous attempts, I massaged her lips with mine and rubbed the tension from her trembling body.

Once she was calmed, I began trailing small kisses down her caramel skin. By the time I reached the apex of her legs, her scent was almost overpowering. Drunk on the smell of her lust, I yanked down the last barrier between me and the sickly sweet slit between her thighs. She shivered as her body was fully released into the cool night air, and brought her knees together in a slight panic. I tossed away her soaked bikini bottoms and took in her trepidatious gaze.

"This is it. If you want to pull out, here's your chance."

That was a lie, of course. I would have stopped at any point in time for her, and we both knew it.

Shivering in anticipation, emotions swirled through her eyes. Biting her lip and turning her head away, she opened her legs to me.

"Be gentle," she whispered.

"Of course."

I summoned a spout of water and rinsed away the last few grains of sand clinging to her thighs. A soft sigh left her nose as the cool water rinsed her down. Fresh and dripping wet, her thighs opened their way to the one place for which only my eyes bared witness.

With a quick breath, I pressed my head between her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs, gently nipping away to tease her. The occasional whine left her throat, but she made no effort to rush me. My hands slid along the back of her thighs until they reached her butt, to which she raised her hips to accomodate me. With a firm grip on her bubbly ass, I stroked my tongue along the rim of her plump pussy lips. Dripping with need and intoxicating my nostrils with every passing seconds, her pink pussy called to me, eager to feel my tongue.

"Mange moi!"

Her legs wrapped around my head, driving me closer to her piquant core. Smooth lips, moist and plump, quivered as I drew nearer. An experimental kiss on her vulva resulted in a breathy moan.

Ever so slowly, I slithered my tongue into the warm depths of her moist pussy. A juicy tang greeted my taste buds as I wriggled deeper and deeper. My nose pressed against her clit, massaging the small nub with small circular motions. Sapid nectar spilled into my mouth. Every dribble, every drop, found its way on my tongue.

"Oh, Percy," Piper cried.

She arched her back to alluringly dangerous degrees. Hands clasped on her breasts, and hips pressed firmly against my face, her delicious body threatened to break itself under the pleasure it endured. Through it all, I slurped and licked every drop of her essence.

I steadied myself on my knees. Dragging her body along, I pulled her pelvis up with my arms wrapped around her legs. Only her shoulder touched the ground. The rest of her toned body angled upward, presenting me with a glorious view of all she could offer.

She panted and nearly drooled with her tongue hanging out while her body was covered in sweat, making her glisten all the brighter in the moonlight. Both of her hands were occupied as she ran them through her hair, yanking more and more as her groans grew louder.

"Percy..."

Her pelvis bucked, and her hands left her hair to dig into mine. While erratically grinding into my face, she yanked my hair, pulling me impossibly closer to her, which made my nose ache against her pelvis.

The groaning into the night was finally pierced by a seraphic scream. Backbreaking convulsions wracked her body in waves. Within seconds, I found my face drenched in her fluids.

Sweet tang coated my tongue. Drenched in a rich, vinous juice, I found myself wanting to drink more. Dazed in my lust-drunkenness, the quivering of her pussy lips appeared all the more inviting for me to indulge in.

I licked the bit around my mouth and smacked my lips. "Mmm, tasty."

Lost in a world of bliss, Piper panted. Eyes shut and chest heaving, her head lolled in her edenesque trance.

Following her high, she opened her eyes and smiled drunkenly. "Now I see why Annabeth was always trying to get some alone time with you."

I cracked a smile and moved down to kiss her. She received me with gusto, wrapping her arms around my neck. After pulling back, she panted lightly, but a mischievous glint shone in her eyes.

"My turn," she said.

She rolled us over gently and slowly worked her way down to my waist, before pausing and hovering her hand over the very prominent bulge.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me so I could look her in the eyes. She was shivering slightly, but I couldn't tell if it was from anxiety or from the chill in the air. Whatever the case, I kissed her knuckles and worked my way to her wrist.

"You don't have to do this," I said. "No need to rush."

She bit her lips ever so slightly and exhaled through her nose.

"It's not that. I want to do it… I just… haven't done this before."

She looked away bashfully and pulled her hand from my grip.

I tilted my head. "So you and Jason never went this far?"

She shook her head violently, knocking her harpy feather out of her hair.

"Like I said, I knew we weren't going to last much longer. And just like you and Annabeth, we never had the time to do anything like this."

I pursed my lips. "Would you have? You know, if you had the time?"

She looked taken aback. A frown crossed her lips, soon followed by a grimace. She rested her hand on my knee, but turned her head away.

"In all honesty, I probably would have tried to find a way to have you be my first. Annabeth and I are really close, and I wouldn't want to get in the way of you guys, but…"

Tears pooled in her eyes, thoughts lain as bare and naked as her body.

I hugged her. Though I knew she detested being a damsel in distress, even I'm not oblivious to the benefits of a good hug. Breathing a sigh through her nose, she leaned her head on my shoulder.

"Thank you," she whispered.

I nipped her ear. "Let's keep it at this for tonight."

She glared at me, her eyes taking on a glow that reminded me of Artemis.

"No," she said. "I want this."

As if to prove her point, she slipped her hand beneath my pants and wrapped her soft fingers around my engorged erection. Jaw set and eyes furrowed, no further sign of hesitance revealed itself.

A warm kiss followed. Slow and tender, she made no effort to use her tongue, nor did I. As she did, she pulled down my pants from the hem. My hand trailed to her cheek, offering no resistance as my pants fell to my knees.

Even with my erection in her hand, she eyed it with slight uncertainty. She swallowed and stroked it experimentally. I groaned a sigh of relief. Still, she retreated her grip, only to return it a second later.

Drawing shaky breaths, she inched her head closer. Eyes closed, lips parted. The warmth of her breath grazed the tip of my penis, causing me to shiver as she got closer and closer.

Around the head of my penis, her lips slipped over and sealed themselves. A slight flick of her tongue drew a hitch in my breath. Her eyes lolled open, glazed with a pink light. All tension left her shoulders.

She pulled away, stroking the shaft and rubbing her thumb over the tip. "'Tu as tellement bon goût."

Her roseate tongue slid from the base of my twitching dick to the tip and back down again, and followed by massaging it over my swollen balls. We both moaned, me from relief, her from indulgence.

Once satisfied with her work, she returned to the tip and slipped her lips around it. Doe-eyed with hollow cheeks, she warmed me with her moist mouth, from her lips to her throat. Bobbing her head, she slurped and sucked. Passionate is the only way I could describe her. Her hot mouth warmed squelched along the length with every plunge. With every pull back, she slid her tongue along the bottom, ensuring she tasted every inch. Not once did the head leave her greedy lips.

Wild with her hands as well, she stroked and twisted along the portion of my shaft not reached by her lips. Her free hand rubbed along my thigh. Every so often, she took my heavy balls in her hand and rolled them between her fingers. Massaging them. Coaxing them.

Balls in one hand, my thigh in the other, she pulled forward. The head of my penis slid past her relaxed tonsils, forcing herself into a deepthroat. She gagged, eyes tearing up, yet she refused to pull away. Coughing and choking, she massaged my cock with her throat and my balls with her hand.

"By the gods, Piper," I moaned out.

She pulled herself off of me and coughed, catching her breath for a few seconds. After she recovered, she took hold of me and began stroking my length as she stared up at me.

"Like that?" she asked innocently.

I moaned. "If you're this good for your first time, I can't wait to see how good you can get."

She responded by squeezing my length in a vice. "Hey, I never said anything about times after this."

I groaned pitifully as she squeezed me, and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry… I just… I thought—"

Piper broke out laughing. "I'm kidding. This isn't as bad as I thought it would be. In fact…"

She opened her mouth and slowly took my length all the way down her throat, staring at me with slightly pink, innocent, ever-changing eyes, which watered as she gagged herself on me. Regardless, she held herself in place. Next, she slithered her tongue out and began licking my balls to the best of her ability.

I moaned contentedly and wiped the tears from her eyes as she choked on my length. She pulled back a bit and settled for a steady bobbing motion as she hummed along the length of my shaft. On occasion, she slid my cock down her warm throat and coaxed the cum in my balls, swallowing copious amounts of precum in the process.

I groaned from the stimulation and let her have her way with me. Her warm and wet embrace was unworldly.

Satisfied with her work, she pulled away. My throbbing erection cried out for her passionate embrace once more, so she responded by giving the tip a little kiss.

"Well—" she licked the stray precum from her lips, "—I think it's about time to get to the main event."

I gulped. Her personality shift unnerved me. The once insecure tomboy turned into an alluring vixen capable of turning all saints to sinners.

She took my silence as a cue to keep going. Her hands pressed against my shoulders until my back rested against the beach towel. A few breaths later, she straddled me. Inches above my aching erection, her dripping lips glistened in the moonlight. With a curled finger held between her teeth, she stared down at me with a pink lust glowing in her eyes.

My lips trembled and my throat went dry as the Cherokee demigoddess lowered herself, sheathing my painfully hard erection into her warm depths. We both groaned in perpetual relief as pleasure enveloped us. Her slick walls stretched to accommodate the intruder. My hands traveled to her waist, and her's to my chest. For a few moments, we relished in the feeling of closeness; neither of us wanted the sensation to end.

She made the first move. Rather than bounce on my hips, she rolled her pelvis back and forth. Buried deep inside of her, my cock pulsed in pleasure, loving the way her miry grip massaged it.

Her pace quickened. Within minutes of her starting, she was gyrating her hips on top of me like a belly dancer. Abs flexing in the moonlight, sweat streaming down her body, she looked like a goddess. Nothing more, nothing less. Melodic cries echoed into the night, rolling across the waves as she rolled her hips over mine.

Before long, my voice joined hers. We both groaned out, crying for the pleasure to never end. Our voices rang in tandem as our moans echoed through the night.

The feeling was incredible. Her warm and slick walls caressed and squeezed me lovingly, rippling with every roll of her hips. Rivulets of her fragrant juices streamed down my shaft and over my balls.

"Gods, Piper."

She grinned down at me and gave me a passionate kiss as she continued riding me. Small whimpers and moans made their way through her lips and down my throat as she continued. Our tongues embraced one another, mirroring the embrace of our hips.

The night wore on with the symphony of squelching sex. Her loving embrace tightened around my cock, dripping and soaking it with delicious juices with every shudder of her body.

Upon recognizing her exhaustion, I slid my hands on her hips and rolled us over. No resistance was given aside from a surprised yelp. I leaned forward and nuzzled the crook of her neck.

"I'll take it from here," I whispered.

She shivered and kissed my cheek. "Fais moi l'amour."

No further explanation was needed. I lined up with her entrance before slowly pushing my way through. Her velvety folds welcomed me, rippling around my member. Warm as before, her juices slicked the ridges of her interior, allowing me to slide in with ease.

I groaned. "So warm."

The music of Piper's moans carried on throughout the night as I carried on where she left off. With my hands clasping her waist, I pulled her towards me as I thrusted into her. After a few minutes, I began thrusting at a steady pace, watching Piper as her face contorted in pleasure. Her soft mewling grew louder with each thrust. Her slightly parted lips trembled. Her breasts bounced tantalizingly as my thrusts increased in speed.

"Percy…" she gasped.

I kept up my pace, pounding into her with as much passion as I could muster. Though my legs screamed for me to stop, and my arms couldn't hold me up anymore, I still kept going, sliding in and out of her juicy folds.

Unable to bear my own weight, I lowered myself to take her lips with my own. She lovingly accepted my advance and wrapped her arms around me. All through this, my pelvis kept up its rhythm.

I couldn't tell you what it was. Perhaps it was the hot breath from her nostrils. Maybe it was the sweet spice of cinnamon that danced on her tongue. It could have even been the rippling of her tight canal squeezing me for all I was worth. Most likely, it was Piper's beautiful scream into the night as she raked my back with her nails. All I can tell you is that it manifested itself immaculately as I was finally given release. With all of the tension built up, I finally let it all go with one last carnal growl.

Time was irrelevant. My thoughts were finally squashed by this moment of pure ecstasy. The pain in all of the right places left me craving more.

At some point, I collapsed on top of Piper. Both of our heaving bodies were too exhausted to try moving. My erection lay defeated, and emptied itself deep into her womb. Her juices clung to both of our thighs and caked the towel in its fragrant musk.

I attempted to roll off of her, but I was too exhausted. My face rested in the crook of her neck. My body shivered in the cold as the heat of our activities wore off. Her heavy breathing became a soothing and beautiful reminder of the pleasure I gave her.

Over some time, the cold air and lapping waves reminded me to get moving. With some difficulty, I pulled myself off of Piper. My torso screamed for her touch again, to be embraced by her warmth.

I looked down at her. Unruly hair crowned her head. Her swollen lips were slightly parted. Her caramel skin was bathed in a radiant afterglow. She looked divine and truly at peace. I wished for nothing more than to wrap her in my arms and sleep the night away on the towel, beneath the stars.

"Come on. We should get inside."

I wrapped my arms around her glowing body. She radiated warmth. Her gentle sigh was followed by an annoyed groan.

"Ugghhh. Do we have to move?"

I smiled gently. "If we want to get more comfortable, yes."

She glanced up at me and sighed in defeat. With slow movements, I helped peel her off the towel. She lazily kissed my jaw before picking up the towel and her harpy feather. We grabbed our clothes and the surfboards before stumbling our way back towards the mansion.

By the time we reached her room, we couldn't stay standing without the aid of the other. Our bodies were too exhausted to support themselves, and they yearned for the touch of the other.

Not even a minute after we threw open the door were we buried in the covers of her bed. Our arms and legs tangled with one another. No doubt, the sand caking our feet would be a pain to clean out of the sheets, but I didn't care. Piper's warm and tender body was entwined with my own.

A familiar sound broke the silence as she drifted to sleep and lightly snored. I found it oddly comforting. Such a small sound could barely be heard, but it made her seem all the cuter. With the fuzzy thoughts of what the future may hold for us, I gave her forehead a kiss before returning to my favorite resting place of her soft neck. Only a few seconds passed before I finally was given the sweet release of a dreamless sleep.