Going Down

Well if this wasn’t the weirdest experience of Joelle’s life, she wasn’t sure what was.

Several kilometres under the surface of the ocean, watching the strangest sea creatures on the screen before here.

Harry came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“How’s this for the most unique date ever?”

She grinned, twisting in his arms. “Remind me never to challenge you on anything, ever again.”

He kissed her. “I’ll always win.”

She laughed. “There’s no doubt about it.”

Joelle didn’t love Harry for his money, at first she didn’t even know he had money, he’d revealed it slowly, in dribs and drabs, the evidence of his wealth growing the longer she stayed with him.

“Is this the best date ever?”

She gave a nervous laugh. “I don’t know about best date. I’m still not super comfortable with the fact there’s a bajillion litres of water above us.”

“Perhaps you need some help to take your mind off it, then?”

“Yeah?” I raised a brow. “And how are we going to do that?”

“We have this room to ourselves for an hour. No interruptions.” He dropped to his knees, and lowered the zip on her jeans. “I thought I might make this truly memorable.”

“As if seeing the bottom of the ocean isn’t memorable enough.”

He grinned. “Never. How many of your friends can say they’ve had sex at the bottom of the sea?”

She let him pull down her jeans and knickers, and remove her socks and boots. There was a makeshift bed in one corner, which had seemed out of place from the moment she arrived, but now it seemed clear Harry had used his connections to prepare the space for this exact moment. He nuzzled between her les, his tongue lapping and circling and sucking, and she had to grab his shoulders so she didn’t fall over.

“Mmm…” she murmured.

“Has that helped you forget?” he asked.

“Ha. Not a chance.”

“Best keep going then.”

He stood, pulling her top over her head, and kissing her breasts through her bra as he reached around to undo the clasps.

“Better,” he said, scooping her up to carry her to the bed. His kissed her lips again, then her jaw, her neck, between her breasts, her stomach, delving once again between her legs, his tongue lapping and exploring and delving, fingers replacing tongue to slip inside, curling against her insides as his mouth moved to her clit, sucking teasing until her hips were bucking and she’d lost all sense of anything except for Harry and what he was doing with her body.

“Oh my God!” She screamed, completely forgetting there were others elsewhere in the sub.

She sank back into the blankets, and Harry moved above her, a grin across his face.

“You can’t tell me that didn’t help you forget?”

“You made me squeal.” She gave him a gentle slap on the arm. “How embarrassing.”

“The walls are thick,” he promised. “They won’t have heard a thing.”

“I hope not.” She grumbled, but she couldn’t help the smile on her face.

“Shall we continue?”

“As if I’m going to let you stop there.”

She kissed him again, fumbling with his belt. He pulled away so he could undress, moving back between her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around him so she could pull him close.

The head of his cock pressed inside her, and she closed her eyes, groaning as he filled her. “That feels so good.”

“I’m glad.”

They thrust together, gently at first, then faster, clinging to each other as wave after wave of pleasure clouded Joelle’s senses and soon she was calling out again, lost in Harry’s every touch.

“Now, is this the best date ever?” He said through gasps.

“Absolutely, the best, ever.”

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