Page 33 of Sink or Swim

“Not tired,” she admits with a shrug. I nod. Yeah. I get it.

“It’s a little difficult to sleep when they’re like this. I get it,” I say, and reach out for her, hoping she’ll take my hands. But she doesn’t, and I arch my brows. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Were they—” I look to the door, ready to head down there in nothing but my boxer briefs. “Were they mean to you?”

She shakes her head. “No! No.”

We both sigh as we stare at one another. It’s difficult to explain deep emotions when you don’t understand one another fully yet. With time, I hope to alleviate that, but right now? This is a problem. I want to help her like she’s helped me, but I don’t know how to do that when I don’t know what’s wrong. She slides across the blankets, then slithers underneath of them. Her tail thrashes back and forth like an agitated cat, and I watch helplessly as my girlfriend appears to be suffering some sort of mental hang up. So, I do the only thing I can think of, and I slide underneath the covers to curl against her body and press my head against her chest.

“It’s strange, but we won’t have to stay here permanently if you don’t want to. We’ll figure something out together. We can leave.”

Her throat vibrates against on top of my head and I chuckle. “You know I’m telling the truth. I won’t be going anywhere without you ever again, so long as you don’t ditch me again, got it?”

She rumbles again, and I chuckle. “Oona. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Her tail wraps around my leg like she’s done for the past three months, and we fall asleep to the sounds of the boys playing beer pong.

I wake to Oona nudging me in the side. When I sit upright and wipe the sleep from my eyes and check the alarm clock on my nightstand, it says it’s four in the morning. Normally, this would make me panic, but my gut doesn’t sense anything is wrong. I look up at Oona, whose normally frosty blue eyes have settled onto a deep red.

“W-What’s up Oona?” I whisper. It can’t be that someone in the house is keeping her awake, because the headquarters are pretty much as silent as the dead right now. Everyone’s gone to bed.

“I…” she starts, and scratches her cheek lightly with her claw. “Had a bad dream.”

I nod. “That makes sense. We’ve been through a lot.”

She lowers her head and drags her tongue across my cheek. “Help me fall back asleep?”

I blink at her. She nuzzles the spot where she just licked. Oh. Oh. I prop myself up against the headboard and grin at her. “C’mere, pretty girl. Let me help you feel good.” I loop my fingers under the fabric of my boxer briefs and pull them down over my hipbones, allowing my already hard-as-steel cock to spring free. Oona looks down at my length, then back at me.

“Noise?” she asks, tilting her head.

I snort. “Eh, don’t worry about them. They kept us up for most of the night. If they hear us, then that’s just their karma.”

Oona chuckles in response, then crawls over top of my pelvis to straddle me. Her thick thighs squeeze my pelvis, and I place my hands on her ample hips to grip them. God, it feels so good to have a woman like her on top of me. I run my fingernails up and down her sides as she gets herself into a more comfortable position, so that the tip of my cock nestles just against her slit.

“You’re in control, pretty girl,” I say, staring up at her through hooded lids. My heart hammers in my chest. All it would take is a buck of my hips and I’d be inside of her. But Oona doesn’t look to be in any sort of hurry. Fine by me. I don’t care what time it is. Sleep is overrated when you’ve got an eight-foot-tall lizard queen for a girlfriend, anyway. When she wakes you up in the middle of the night wanting to fuck, you fuck.

“No,” she says, shaking her eyes.

My brows slam together as I search her face. “No? What can I do for you then, love?”

“Lower,” she says, and slides off my body so she can yank me down the mattress in one fluid motion. My eyes fly open as I’m thrown across the bed like a rag doll, and I laugh.

I wipe the tears from my eyes. “Okay, okay! Whatever my queen desires, she gets. Come on board, then.”

Oona crawls on top of me again, but this time she doesn’t sit on my pelvis. This time, she parks herself directly on my face. It was already dark in the room and hard to see, but now I really can’t fucking see anything. Her musky, sweet scent overwhelms my senses, instantly driving me mad with desire. She grinds her hips against my mouth, and I oblige by running my tongue between her folds.

Oh, God. She could easily suffocate me like this and I’d die happy.

I dig my fingernails into her ass and hold on to her, and she lets out a happy rumble above me. Her hips wiggle back and forth as my tongue delves in and out of her in an exploratory fashion. After several minutes of this, her moans and pants grow in volume until I know I’m on the right track to make her come.

“Don’t stop,” she rasps. Her tail thwaps me in the stomach. It hurts, but I don’t even care. I groan against her cunt as I devour her. Finally, I’m rewarded for my efforts when her orgasm rushes forward with the power of twenty horses being unleashed on the racetrack. Her sweet cum rushes into my mouth, flooding my senses until it dribbles down my chin. She thrashes on my face erratically as she hisses and moans her pleasure.

And then her body goes still. I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks, then drag them down to the base of her tail and tug.

“Mmph, Oona?” I ask, my voice coming out muffled. Oona rolls onto her side on the mattress so hard I bounce up half an inch into the air.

I roll over onto my side as I wipe my mouth clean of her cum and smile down at her. “Did … did that help? Was that good?”

As if I have to ask. The poor girl is knocked out beside me, already snoring lightly. I blink as the little sounds wheeze out, eradicating the silence of the room. “Oh. Shit. You’re already … you’re already passed out.” I laugh, then look down at my cock, still rigid and ready for action. Oh, well.

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