Chapter 6
The song changed.
Still warm and welcoming, it added a fresh note: desire.
Desire?
Indeed: desire, lust, a thirst that only he himself might slake.
He surrendered himself to it. The song, the dream, surrounded him, touching him with its cool fingers. It caressed his skin, embraced his cock as it swelled. The melody stroked him with the rocking rhythm of the sea herself.
He spread himself, letting the cool touch into every crease and crevice of his body. It lapped at his neck and slithered between his toes; it curled behind his knee and licked at his armpits. It pored over his cock and poured over it, a cool pressure easing into the slit that forced his own heat to compress and intensify.
It teased at his arse until he relaxed, and it was inside him, then, pushing and receding with the same rhythm that caressed his aching prick.