His eyes followed my gaze to that part of him which stood out stiff and long from his loins, then he caught my eyes in his again. "A hungry nymph, are ye? Well, I think a wee bit of a swim first, then we'll discuss other matters."

He walked up onto the rock by me and then down into the water. Once in he called to me, "Jump, nymph! And I'll catch ye!"

It was as if I were under a spell. I stood, slowly, seductively, and then waited before jumping. I landed in his arms, a bit harder than either of us intended, knocking him back into the shallow water. We landed in a tangled heap, me on his lap feeling his hardness against the softness of my bottom. I lifted my eyes shyly to his face.

He was staring at me again, and before I could react he had pinned my shoulders beneath his hands and claimed my mouth for a kiss. His lips moved against mine with a deep hunger, and my lips parted automatically to allow his tongue entrance. His tongue slid into my mouth, caressing the roof, sliding along and discovering every crevace as it fenced with my own tongue. I moaned against his mouth and felt him grow harder beneath me, if that were possible.

When are lips finally broke apart, he growled huskily, "If to lie with a nymph is death, then 'tis a death I gladly welcome!" His lips were on mine again so quickly, and one hand slid down to capture my breast.

His hands weren't as rough as I expected as they tantalized each nipple. His his fingers rolled the tender nubs to hard points, his thumbs teasing the tips while he continued to thrust his tongue deep inside my mouth.

I leaned forward, my breasts aching for more, and I felt his mouth leave mine to trail a firey path down the edge of my throat to the hollow at the base of my neck, then finally to my breasts. He teased me still, his mouth and tongue caressing the tops of my breasts, then the sides, then licking up the hollow between the two. My hands came up and my fingers entwined in his hair and I guided his head until he caught one nipple between his teeth.

The sensation was ecstasy! I moaned, sliding my hips against his, the feel of the water lapping over us adding to the sensation. His mouth still locked to my breast, suckling deep, his hands guided my feet until I sat more comfortable on his lap, one leg on either side of him.

His hands began to caress the rest of my body as his mouth continued to play havoc with my senses, tasting first one nipple, then the other, then back again. His hands slid over the curve of my waist, down across my smooth buttocks to caress the shape of my ass, then forward until they found my warm slit, firey to the touch. He slid one finger deep inside me, and I moved against it. He lifted his mouth back to mine, and with one hand on my breast he slid his other finger deeper, while the thumb of the hand carressed the throbbing nodule of my desire. My hips moved against his hand, and I moaned my pleasure as he thrust his fingers deeper and deeper.

I was about to go over the edge when he took his fingers from me. I think I cried out, but the loss wasn't for long as he lifted my hips and settled me gently against his throbbing member. He positioned me carefully and I slid down, feeling him hard and thick, filling me until I thought I would split. We stayed still for a moment, our hands caressing each others body's, our tongues fencing within our mouths. Then slowly, oh so slowly, we began to move.

He slid in and out, deeper with every thrust. I could feel myself grow damper, and I know I moaned and whimpered with pleasure. His fingers slipped between us, caressing that nodule until I suddenly felt spasms of pleasure wash over me and cried out in delight.

As I started to come I felt his arms stiffen around me as he thrust deep, and felt the warmth of his juices within me. We looked at each other, and he commented softly, "'Tis death to lie with a nymph for she exhausts you."

I laughed as he picked me up and carried me back to the rock, lieing me down beside him. My head on his shoulder, my body curved to the contours of his, I fell asleep.

When I awoke, the sun was lower in the sky, my hair ws dry and I was again fully clothed except for the sneakers I had removed to dangle my feet in the stream. Except for an extreme exhaustion, I could find no sign that I hadn't dreamed the entire thing.

But as a funny coincidence, my Irish relatives have taken to calling me wood nymph, for as the sun bleaches my hair it is gaining greenish tints.

Ah well, I do have six more weeks in this magic land, and perhaps I can find the magic once again...?