(Warning: This chapter is very mature in nature. If you simply want to skip the lovemaking head toward the bottom to the paragraph just above the image of Namor's back. Otherwise...enjoy!)
While in Wakanda encased in glass, they'd changed her out of the wet shorts and shirt she wore and put here in a lavender medical gown that reached just below her knees. It wasn't meant to be sexy. They merely needed her body to be accessible to their testing and machines.
Beneath Namor on the soft white sands, he showed her just how accessible her body was as he slipped his strong hand beneath the fabric and moved up her thigh.
The noon day sun stood still and the warm rays beat down on them. She closed her eyes, her skin alive with the heat.
"Mi amor..." she whispered. Namor kissed her lips tenderly and moved his hand between her legs to find her wet and eager. He slipped a finger inside of her, and enjoyed her moans as he stroked and circled her clit.
"Say it," he ordered again. Her hands were still pinned above her head and he was in full control. Namor spread soft kisses over her face, continuing to stroke her.
"I can give you want you want," she whispered.
He loved hearing it from her lips in that sultry whisper that was music in his ears. Every breathy syllable sent pulsing desire through him to his stiff manhood.
Suddenly, he wanted something else. And though he did not say it, she immediately knew. Rhiannon broke free of his grasp. She placed her hands on the sides of his face and kissed him hard, before she shoved him away. She lept to her feet and swiftly pulled the gown up and over her head.
She basked in the sun's heat, the light striking her skin with its golden beams. Namor watched her as she walked to the crystal water's edge. The chill of it shocked her as it lapped at her toes. But this is what he wanted, so she continued on into the mild blue waves.
It felt delicious against her hot skin. The transformation continued slowly and her body mimicked Namor's in temperature now.
She turned to see him watching from the shore and she moved until her body was submerged up to her collarbone. Rhiannon stopped and waited, watching him hungrily.
His eyes were wild with need, but he also took great pleasure in watching her. He paced the shore, his eyes never leaving her wet body in the clear waves. She moved and allowed the waters to recede and expose her breasts.
That was enough.
He stripped and charged in toward her, sweeping her up and further into the deep. Namor held her and she tried to reach the ocean floor with her feet, but realized they were too far out. He loved this control, knowing she'd have to depend on him to keep her from sinking. Yes, she could swim, but not without his permission.
He licked the water from her neck, sucking her wet skin. Rhiannon wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his hardness press against her opening. Namor sought out her lips, kissing them hard and slow. His hand pressed the back of her head, and his other hand cupped her buttocks. They floated in the blue like this for several minutes, his tongue exploring her mouth.
"Hold on tight." Namor stopped kissing her and ducked his head beneath the water's surface. He suckled her nipples, surprising her with gentle bites.
He held her in his powerful arms as he continued down her body beneath the waves until he found himself between her thighs. He licked, tracing his tongue in figure eights inside of her. She moaned in ecstasy, arching her back and thrusting her pelvis into him. Her thighs were on his shoulders and she wrapped her legs around his neck and locked them together at the ankles.
Namor held her effortlessly above the water, and his strength drove her mad. Her moans were uncontrolled as he dove deeper inside of her with his tongue. Rhiannon grabbed the back of his head with one hand, while the other clawed at his upper back. He didn't need air. He didn't need to stop or take a break. He just licked and sucked until she lost herself in bliss, her body tensing with overwhelming pleasure and release.
When she finally relaxed post-climax, he untangled her legs and moved back up her body. Namor still held her, never weakening or tiring from their play. Without a word, he lifted her as though she weighed nothing and lowered her onto his staff, sliding into her wet opening.
She gasped at his size and relished his feel as he moved inside of her.
"Namor....Namor..." She repeated in absolute pleasure. It was all she could think to say as her brain stopped working to enjoy the electricity his strokes sent through her. He was slow and methodical, finding spots that made her whimper and staying there as long as he could before he sought out another.
Her moans grew louder, matched by his own. She worked her hips, grinding against him and he bit her shoulder, crushing her body against his.
"You belong to me," he said, his voice deep and smooth. His accent drew more pleasure from her and she dug her nails into his back.
"I belong to you," she repeated.
"Say it again," Namor demanded, pushing deeper inside of her. Her toes curled in the water and she let out a whimper of delight in his ear.
"I belong to you."
He continued to pump inside of her and again, she knew what he wanted without him saying it. The words that worked like magic on his heart. She grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged lightly, while leaning into his ear to whisper -
"I can give you what you want."
He moaned and pushed inside of her harder, speeding up. She tightened around him, the friction sending them both. She held on for as long as she could before the waves of intense pleasure crashed into her and tore through her body. He joined her, his body tensing and his hands digging into her buttocks as he pulled her down hard on his member, releasing inside of her.
Their bodies jerked, and he held her tight until he was empty. He seemed determined to release every drop before sliding out of her.
When they were done, they held each other in the midst of the calm waters. She kissed his face and whispered, "Mi amor."
He smiled, enjoying the attention and the feel of her lips on his face and neck. As she kissed him, he swam them back to shore. Her legs still wrapped around him as they moved. He climbed out of the water still carrying her and she buried her face in his neck.
"This is what I want," he said. She stopped kissing him and looked him in his deep brown eyes. "You are what I want."
He paused and his eyes darkened. He turned his head slightly, listening.
Namor loosened his grip, letting her slide out of his arms, prompting her to stand on her own. She remained pressed to his body.
He turned toward the ocean, his eyes on the sky. The anger seeped back in and she could feel that rage bubbling.
"Get dressed," he ordered. "They're coming."
"Who? Wakanda?" Rhiannon asked, obeying and pulling on the lavender robe. Namor dressed as well and retrieved his spear from the sand.
"No. Something worse."