Unraveling

The water had somehow become symbolic of his touch.

Van was not touching me any longer. Merely floating me along the surface of the river and sending warm waves washing over me.

"Open your legs." He gazed at me steadily. Gold eyes vibrant with his arousal.

I obediently parted them. Feeling the warm touch of the water between. It rippled beneath me like some strange, unseen massage.

Van twirled a finger, and it made the water dance against my lower lips. Pressing hard against it then swelling up over it. Perfectly mimicking the motions of Van's mouth and tongue a short time ago.

When he lifted his hand, the water swelled over me. Mimicking its shape and caressing just as tenderly as if he touched me himself. But suddenly it felt like there were hands everywhere. Touching every part of me in erotic caresses. It felt like a dozen hands making me toss my head in pleasure. Confused by the overwhelming sensations.