AI WHISPERS
He swings over.
He wraps his legs around me. We are two spiders in a web.
He enters me in mid-air.
"Oh god," I gasp, looking down at the fish swimming below my feet.
It is disorienting. Vertigo and ecstasy. We swing together, pushing off the air, grinding against each other in zero-gravity.
"We're flying," Alex whispers.
We climax as the sun starts to dip, painting the water in gold. We hang there, tangled and spent, while the tide comes in.