He lifted me, sliding my back against the wall, and my legs wrapped around his waist as my ankles crossed, keeping me in place. He kissed me again, ravaging my mouth with hot, moist kisses that had me rocking against his stomach, already searching for release.
One arm held me as the other hand delved beneath my skirt, past my panties, and a single finger slid right inside me.
I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out, and when his finger began to move, it wasn’t enough so I leaned forward and sank my teeth into his shoulder right through his shirt.
Just when I thought I might explode, he pulled his hand away and undid his shorts. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a packet and used his teeth to rip it open.
“Do you think anyone will see us?” I murmured, desire making my voice thick.
“Just the fish, sweetheart.”
“I like that name,” I said as he pulled a condom free.
“Yeah?” he whispered, reaching between us. “Help me out with this, sweetheart.”
I pulled my hands from around his neck and used them to roll the condom onto his rigid length. When I was done, he wrapped both arms around me again and used his body as leverage to keep me against the wall.
“This isn’t going to be like last time. This is going to be faster, harder. If I hurt you, even just a little, you tell me, okay? I’ll stop.”
I nodded as he pulled my underwear to the side and slid all the way in. I couldn’t help the groan that ripped from my throat as I felt him fill me completely. The sensations were so different from before because the angles were completely new. He went inside me so far that I swore I could feel him at the bottom of my belly.
His arm muscles were shaking as he looked down. “Are you okay?”
“More,” I told him. “I want more.”
He chuckled and grabbed me around the ribs, sliding my body up and down along the length of him. Everything within my body turned to liquid. I would have slid right down onto the floor if he wasn’t holding me up.
The sensation of his hardness moving along my softness as my muscles clenched around him was almost my undoing. He began to move faster, to sink himself even deeper until one of his palms slapped against the wall beside my head and I grinded my hips down on him as he began to pulse.
Shock waves of pleasure washed over me as I continued to grind against him, tiny noises escaping as the orgasm rolled through.
Cam buried his head in my neck, his body straining against me and his breath hot on my skin. The hand that had been against the wall came down, and he caressed the outside of my leg as we both calmed our racing hearts.
My vision began to clear and I stared at the still swimming fish like an earthquake hadn’t just rocked this room, as if they hadn’t even noticed the way passion literally erupted out of the both of us.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, lifting me just a little and slipping out of my body.
“No. I loved it.” My feet hit the floor and my skirt fell down around me. My top was still half pulled down and he adjusted it so nothing showed.
“Think there’s some kind of club for people who do it in the aquarium?”
I giggled.
He adjusted himself, zipping up his shorts and then taking my hand. We walked quietly through the building until we came to a bathroom. “I’ll be right back,” he said, disappearing in the men’s room.
I went into the ladies’ room and cleaned up a little and washed my hands. I barely recognized the flush-faced girl in the mirror with wide, dancing eyes. I’d never looked this happy. I’d never felt this alive.
Cam was still in the men’s room when I came out so I walked up the little path where the stingrays were swimming and slipped two fingers into the cool water and held them there, waiting to see if one would come up and allow me to pet it.
I listened to the water gently lapping against the sides of the tank and watched as one of the rays began lazily making its way closer. Cam came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me, and then easily sinking two fingers into the water alongside mine. The stingray glided over, right up against us, dragging its smooth body along our outstretched hands.
When it was gone, he kissed the top of my head and handed me a towel to wipe the water off my hands.
“Let’s go in here before we leave,” he said, guiding me toward the gift shop.
“Hey,” he said softly from a few feet away. “Look at this,”
I went to his side and peered around him at a wrapped gift on the glass display counter. “What’s that?”
“It has your name on it,” he said, lifting a small white tag that definitely had my name on it.
It was a small square box wrapped simply in brown paper and tied with a white bow. I picked it up and smiled as I untied the ribbon and lifted the lid to the box.
I stared down at what was nestled inside. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered, like I might disturb the beauty of the gift.
“You like it?” he asked.
I reached in and pulled out the jewelry. The bracelet itself was crafted out of leather cording, the color of a crystal-clear jade-green sea. The cording was braided all around until it stopped at a small silver clasp. In the center of the bracelet was a round circle with a white background and a hard, clear resin top. Inside the circle were the words Pura Vida in the same green color as the leather.
“Did you make this?” I asked, fingering the center and then exploring the braided leather.
“Yeah. It’s not much,”
“Are you kidding? This is everything.”
“So you like it?” he asked nervously.
I handed it to him and then held out my wrist so he could clasp it around. “I can’t think of anything I would like more. The fact that you made it only makes it even better.”
He clasped it and then I pulled my hand away, turning it over so I could stare down at the way it wrapped around my wrist.
I threw my arms around his neck, reaching up on tiptoes and hugging him as hard as I dared. “You’re really good with your hands,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw.
He chuckled. “Yeah, my hands know how to please.”
“I still can’t believe you planned all this.”
“You’re worth it.”
“How do you know?” I asked him, tilting my head to the side.
“My gut told me. It’s never steered me wrong.”
I stared down at the bracelet again. I was never going to take it off.
“You ready?” he asked.