Sea Foam Lovers

I wake up at the touch of her lips.
“Wake up,” she whispers, her lips pressing to mine.
I blink. I must be dreaming. She kisses me again. She’s gentle. She pushes my hair back.
“I was looking for you,” I blurt.
She smiles and kisses me again.
“I saw you last night,” I say.
“I know,” she says, kissing me again.
She’s lying next to me, her naked body pressed against mine. She’s staring down into my eyes.
“I’m Halia,” she says, and she runs her fingertip over my lower lip.
I kiss her fingertip.
“Where is…?” I don’t know what to call the guy with the big dick.
“Pontus,” she says.
Her voice is light but husky, and she has an accent I can’t identify.
“Pontus,” I say. “Where is he?”
“He’s coming,” she says, smiling.
“He’s coming now?” I breathe, my heart racing.
“He’s coming for you,” she says.

Warning: "Sea Foam Lovers" is intended for a mature audience.