Page 11 of Sink or Swim

Oona’s tongue pokes out from between her thin lips until it slithers down to brush against the shell of my ear. I shiver again as heat floods my cheek, neck, and chest. What am I doing right now? This is Oona, lizard woman of the lagoon and definitely not my type. My type is short girls with wide hips and dark hair. Tattooed women. Women with piercings. Women with?—

Her tongue slides from the shell of my ear to the lobe, and I let out a soft gasp as my cock twitches to life. Oona’s tongue retreats back into her mouth, and her eyes flicker from that lovely pink to a mottled brown as she watches my facial expression. Then her eyes rove from my face to my abs, then down to my fully erect cock now dripping with precum.

What’s gotten into me? This really shouldn’t be turning me on as much as it is, and yet … and yet. I let out a deep groan as I run my palms down my face, and Oona moves me from her lap back down onto the lily pad.

I’m in front of her before I know what I’m doing, scooping her cheeks into my palms. For once, they’re warm. Her body is normally so clammy and chilled, but right now her skin is so warm my palms are scorching. She stares at me in wide-eyed wonder, and my eyes flick down to her lips. They part slightly, enough so I can peek the forked tongue inside her mouth.

“I want to kiss you,” I say. “Do you know what that is?”

She shakes her head.

“Can I show you?” I ask again, hovering inches away from her face. From those beautiful, full green lips.

Oona nods again, and her thick curtain of lashes flutter. Then I brush my lips against hers. Slowly, at first, because I don’t want to frighten her or move faster than she’s ready for. After a few long moments where my heart feels like it’s going to rip a hole in my ribcage, I slide my fingers through her damp hair. She purrs. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. My fingers caress along her neck until I reach the delicate slits of her throat. Her gills.

Oona’s body tenses, but she doesn’t break the kiss or push me away. At first, I’m worried I’ve hurt her, so I move my fingers away only for her to let out a low, disappointed growl. I chuckle and pull back.

“Oh, you like this?” I ask, brushing the back of my knuckles against her gills again.

Oona’s eyes turn cherry red, but even without the color to clue me in, it’s obvious she’s enjoying herself. She snatches my wrists and pulls them down into her lap even as a shiver ripples through her body. “Yes. But….” She seems to be searching for a word as her tongue flicks across her bottom lip. Then she switches to her own language. “They’re too sensitive.”

“They’re too….” I furrow my brow. I don’t know what the last word she said was, but I gather enough from the context that touching her gills might be like touching a woman’s clit before she’s ready. I nod in understanding. “Okay. No problem, Oona. Thanks for letting me know.”

I rub the back of my neck, still high from the kiss I never thought would happen. “Did you like kissing, at least?”

“Yes,” Oona blurts out without hesitation. “Oh, yes. A lot. Thanks.”

My erect cock is unmissable and is still leaking precum. She sits back onto her knees and goes perfectly still as she waits for me to finish rubbing my eyes and hair. Oona slides across the lily pad to sit next to me and reaches for my cock. Her hand hovers in the air, and she looks down at me, her eyes flickering like campfires.

“Sorry. Is this okay?” she asks. The softness in her voice is enough to make my heart break.

I nod, looking at her, and smile. She isn’t going to pursue anything if I don’t want this. And I shouldn’t want this. Tell that to my dick, though, which is more than happy to take Oona up on her offer.

I fist my cock in a tight grip and give it a slow tug. She’s watching me the entire time, so still she might as well be a rock. Her long, thin tongue slithers between her lips as her eyes pulsate in a bright, fiery red. It’s so fascinating to me how her eyes can do that. She’s like a living mood ring. Oona moves her claws down her stomach until they rest against her pelvis.

“Do you … want to…” I murmur, and release my cock to let it bounce back down gently.

Her eyes narrow, and she lets out a soft chuffing sound again as she scratches the area just above her slit. Those claws are sharp—too sharp, in fact, and I’m worried that if she does end up touching herself, she’s going to cut something important. I approach her and drop down to my knees.

“I can help you. My fingernails are short,” I say, and hold up my hands and wiggle my fingers to show her.

She lifts her brow as the idea clicks into place. Then she nods once, then twice, and before I can get into position, she holds out her hands for me. I place my hands into hers, and her large fingers curl over mine.

“Please,” she rumbles. My gaze darkens as I look down to her blossoming cunt and lick my lips.

“It would be my pleasure,” I murmur, and then lower myself between her thighs.

OONA

I’ve never orgasmed. Not once. And not from lack of trying, either. There were lonely nights spent in my bed when all I wanted to do was find relief while staring up at the stars. But my claws need to remain sharp. They’re both my weapons and tools, so shortening them just so I can get myself off is out of the question. And the wilderness doesn’t have many soft things in it to grind against. There are trees, which some of the bears use to scratch their backs, but they wouldn’t be suitable for my cunt.

I shudder at the thought of rubbing myself against the bark.

So, when my human offers himself to me, as strange as it is at first, I can’t help but agree because….

Forty some-odd years of pent-up sexual energy. It’s a wonder I haven’t lost my mind yet.

Nick’s dark eyes lock onto mine as he nestles himself between my thighs, and my brow quirks as I wonder what exactly he’s planning on doing down there. I expected his hand, but his entire face? I lean back onto my forearms and watch as he lowers his mouth onto my sex, draws in a deep breath, and drags his tongue across my slit.

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