Page 40 of Blind Sin

I actually have to pry her fingers from my body as I lower her so she’s standing. Even when her feet come into contact with the ocean bed, she still won’t let go of my hands.

“Let go, Sinful.”

She shakes her head. It’s so fucking cute. Everything about her is raw and cute, but she’s so utterly helpless. It’s a heady aphrodisiac. Everything about this girl makes me want to protect her and defile her at the same time. Right now, I’m planning on doing just that. I glance quickly towards the window, checking for any sign of Lucinda's watchful gaze. Seeing no one, I turn back to Sinful, my decision made in an instant. With a swift movement, I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me. The suddenness of my action seems to startle her, but there's an undeniable spark of excitement in her features. I’ve been prepping her for this moment in more ways than one. A few weeks ago, she’d have pulled back away from me, but her fear of the ocean is more acute than her fear of me. She must feel my cock hard against her stomach, but she’s making no effort to pull away.

Her pert tits are half above water, half under and when the ocean swells, they are hidden slightly, so all I can see are the two white straps that hold her dress up.

It’s soaked through, clinging to her body just like she clung to mine.

‘We won’t need this!” I pull the soaking dress over her head and fling it into the sea. Underneath she’s wearing one of Lucinda’s bikinis.

“Ready for your lesson, Sinful?”

Her eyes widen with fear, and she bites her lip, shaking her head. “I can't,” she whispers.

“Let go of me,” I command. “You need to get used to the ocean without clinging onto me.”

I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hate her father. There’s shouldn’t be this much fear in her eyes, but when I think she’s going to ask me to take her back to shore, she slowly lifts her fingers from mine. Her entire body is quaking and the terror in her eyes is palpable, but she’s doing it.

Fuck, I want this girl so badly.

“Good girl,” I say. “Bend your knees. Let the water touch your chin.”

Once again she does as I ask, wincing as the shallow waves lap against the underside of her chin. I imagine her going lower, really getting on her knees for me and putting those luscious lips around my cock, but here it’s impossible. I don’t actually want to drown her.

“Come swim with me. I’ll support your stomach. You know how to do this. We’ve been practicing for a week.”

It takes a lot more encouragement, but I finally get her into an almost horizontal position. My hands on her stomach support her weight as I hold her and instruct her to kick her legs and cut through the water with her arms. It’s messy and she doesn’t do the best job of it, but at least she’s trying. It’s a fucking torture. My hands are apart so one is skirting the underside of her tits and the other is touching the waistband of her bikini bottoms. I’m so hard I could hold her up with my cock alone. I let her swim around me a few times before I run my left hand under her bikini bottoms. She squeals, but after a week of this, she knows what’s coming next and she’s got really good at looking like she’s pretending to swim while I finger fuck her. She moans lightly as I tweak her nipple with one hand and play with her clit with the other, all the while trying to keep up the pretence of teaching her to swim. Her breathing deepens and it’s so fucking beautiful to watch how she falls apart. I’ve gotten used to her small gasps when she’s close to coming and how she never closes her eyes when she does. She thrashes slightly as she comes close, sending us both over into the water. As I go under, I grab Sinful and thrust us both upwards. Neither of us are going to drown in the warm water, but I don’t want to give Sinful any reason to get out. My eyes go straight to hers as we crest the surface.

“You alright, my Sinful?”

She’s scared, I can see that, but there’s defiance in her eyes too and the look that I’ve been waiting a week to see on her face. Desire. She bites her bottom lips, nods then steps closer to me.

“Open your legs wider,” I murmur, my voice thick with need. “Can’t swim without your legs apart.

27

LAUREN

I’m a complete mess as Nolan works my clit. My brain is both terrified and amazed by the ocean, my body is aching for Nolan’s touch and my heart is so completely messed up that I daren’t even think about it.

I slept with Alexander because I wanted to see the light again. At least that’s my justification. As far as I’m aware, no one has cured blindness from having sex, so I supposed I must have wanted it, but there’s no such justifying this. I want Nolan to touch me. I want him to make me feel the way only he can. Scared and exhilarated all at the same time. Maybe that’s why I’m not asking him to drag me out of the ocean. I like the fear. This brand of fear, anyway. I know how messed up that sounds. Even to me, I sound insane, especially after spending my entire life scared of pretty much everything. But with Nolan, I feel safe too. It’s a weird feeling and not one I completely understand. Not that I need to understand it. My body aches for it, whatever it is.

“Keep your fingers together and push the water away from you,” he guides, as his fingers rub over my clit. I can’t even imagine how he’s standing. One arm is supporting me; the other is between my legs. “Move your arms,” he hisses. “At least pretend to be learning to swim.”

“Easy for you to say,” I breathe out. “You’re not...” The sentence ends in a moan.

“Keep going! You’re doing a great job,” he yells. I’m momentarily confused before realizing he’s no longer talking to me, or at least not for my benefit. Someoneiswatching us. He doesn’t let up, even as he yells banal instructions at me.

I can’t concentrate on his words when what his fingers are doing to me feels so good. “I’m not doing this again,” I breathe out. Not with Lucinda watching.” But as I say it, my words are lost in my throat.

“Don’t look like you’re enjoying this so much,” he whispers, thrusting two of his fingers inside me.

He’s obviously completely insane, getting off on the danger, but then again, so am I. He has to grip me as my body stiffens around him. I can’t do what he wants and keep my face straight as the waves crash both over me and through me, sending pleasure through my core and shattering me. I clamp my lips together, strangling the moan that I want to release.

“That’s great,” he yells out, as his hand leaves my bikini bottoms and joins the other under my stomach. “Really fucking great,” he adds, this time under his breath into my ear.

“Damn you, Nolan,” I mutter, my brain frazzled by both the orgasm and nerves at having my sister see what just happened. I’ve experienced a lot of new things that have scared me in the last few weeks, but having an orgasm whilst panicking about drowning in the ocean is coming out as the number one weird thing I’ve done. “I swear to god, if Lucinda was watching…”

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