Page 77 of Poseidon's Island Flower

Because I’d fallen in love with him.

I stood, and Poseidon backed away until he hit the far wall. When I approached him, he relaxed when I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his chest.

“We don’t have to do anything. I’m sorry I upset you.” I kissed his chest and walked toward the open door to the bathroom. The only piece of fabric covering me was my thong bikini bottom.

I put my hand on the doorway and looked at him one last time before I said, “If you change your mind, you can join me.”

He stayed frozen next to the wall while I sauntered away. I tried to contain a giggle, but it spilled out of my mouth faster than I could stop it.

Poseidon

Between her confidence striding toward me topless and swaying her hips to show off her perfectly tanned backside, my cock began to leak, and embarrassment shuddered through me.

She was throwing herself at me. My mate wanted me, and all I could do was stand there? Uriel said she could make her own decisions, that her worries were taken from her, for now. What if we did something, and she regretted it?

But she rubbed her slit all over you just a few hours ago.

And she just admitted she thought of both of our forms…doing things to her.

She could only speak the truth after Uriel’s touch. So, did she want me? Truly?

It was hard for me to accept, that was for sure. I couldn’t get over the fact that a woman like her would want a god like me. Even after knowing this was the real me. Not a dangerous or fearful god, but a soft one.

I ran my hand through my hair, grunting as I threw the robes from my body. I kept on the swimsuit from earlier, not ready to enter the bathroom naked.

Was I really going to do this?

I opened the door further, finding the hot steam fogging up the glass. Lani was humming, an island song perhaps, and I put my hand on the glass.

“Come in, Little Poseidon, I’m waiting,” she said sultrily.

All I could see was the outline of her body, the steam already thick and heavy. I took a step in. I felt my heart race, doubt entering my mind, but Lani’s hand found mine and pulled me in.

“Don’t be scared. We are just going to wash,” she said. She swayed, and I caught her, feeling her naked upper body leaning against me. “Sorry, I’m still a little tipsy,” she snorted.

As she rose, her beautiful tan nipples hardened against my chest. I reached around her backside and felt her plump cheeks. They were smooth, and as I trailed up to her hips, I realized she was missing the strings to the bottoms of her bikini.

“Fates,” I cursed, closing my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she teased. “Don’t you want to see all of me?”

Fates I did, I really did.

I nodded, and she wordlessly backed away. I watched her sit on the shower bench. This shower was large enough for ten people, but it felt small with her in it, especially with my full attention on her.

Lani parted her legs, she was neatly trimmed, and the small tuft of curls covering her sex made my balls heavy with need. I wanted to touch her there; I wanted to see what she tasted like. I wanted to know how to make her feel good.

But I didn’t know where to start.

I should have done more research.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Lani fussed. “Come here, let me show you.” She stood and held out her hand to me, and I followed, kneeling before her as she sat down on a bench.

“Have you not touched a woman before?” she asked.

I embarrassingly shook my head, because I had, but I did not know what I was doing. I was embarrassed and didn’t have enough of a sexual drive to want to know.

“Did it not go well?” She cupped my face and gave me a gentle kiss.

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