Kiss of the Merman

Nothing has moved in the cave but she can still feel him, smell him. He has moved to the centre of the pool, putting some distance between them. She raises her head and looks directly at him. Her breath catches in her chest once more. Gazing back at her with smouldering dark eyes is the most glorious man she has ever seen. His chest rises out of the dark water. Each muscle is finely sculpted and ripples as he moves. His face is truly that of a dark angel, all dark brooding lustful eyes, dark arched eyebrows and black, black hair....She becomes fixated on the slight thrusting movement of his hips as his tail pushes him through the water. There is something so incredibly sexy about the flex and shift in his lower abdominal and hip muscles as he moves.