The taste on the tip of my tongue

If there was one thing in the world she enjoyed most, it was Sitka and herself playing each other like fiddles. She loved a challenge, and it seemed Sitka always offered her one. Anytime she managed to outwit him, even for a moment, filled her with glee. As much as a very large part of her had wanted to stay on the beach and feel every inch of him over her, another part of her couldn’t help but rise to the challenge. To tease and taunt him back.

Which led to her gasping, laughing in the water. Which was not as warm as advertised. Or her body had simply gotten too hot for her to appreciate it. His commentary had her in peels of laughter. The gentle tide nudged her too and fro as she waited for him to join her. She had a rather glorious view of his fine piece as he stepped closer towards her. Bobbing at just about level with the water she rested upon.

She grinned as he placed a paw against her and nudged her gently further into the water. Pushing her out to sea. Perhaps she was wrong, and he wasn’t a wolf at all. A siren, come to claim her in his turf. He was beautiful and seductive enough to fit the part. She gasped as his paw slipped a little lower. Reminding her of the heat she had felt just before on the beach. The feel of him slipping inside for all of a moment. Her control slipped again, hunger in her eyes. A hint of a threat at the delay… but she was sure she could warm him right back up again. “Why don’t you come a little closer, and see exactly how this smile works.” she cooed, drifting her eyes from his, to his mouth, to his neck. Trailing it softly, slowly, down his front, and towards the clearly most important part of him. She licked her lips suggestively.

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