Page 92 of Echoes of the Tide

She wanted him to drown in her, just like she was drowning in him. So she wiggled higher up his tail and cupped her breasts on either side of his cocks. The soft slide of him past her skin was tantalizing, but she was more interested in the sound he made when he did so.

He arched his back, those hips almost trying to get away from her as his eyes screwed up tight. All of his gills flared wide again, fluttering so hard she worried they might break. He was such a picture of desire. With his head thrown back, the tendons of his neck tight as she worked him with her breasts. Up and down, slowly. Both of his cocks pressed against each other so they were both enveloped in slick heat.

There was that feeling of power again. She was more than in control. She played his body like she was a musician and he was her instrument. The groans and moans that escaped from his mouth were the song she made.

His webbed hands grabbed at the rocks, holding on for dear life as she showed him a pleasure she was damn well certain no undine had ever shown him. Then he was reaching down, grabbing onto her and hauling her up his body. Every inch of her slid against his cocks, though, certainly something he hadn’t thought about because he let out a little whimper before kissing her harder than he had before.

“You have to stop,” he panted, pleading with her. “I want to enjoy you and every moment of this.”

“Are you not enjoying yourself?” she asked, leaning back to pull off her pants. When she was bare against him, she pressed herself against the warmth of his belly.

He arched underneath her, spreading her slickness over his skin as though he couldn’t get enough of her. “Too much. Enjoying myself too much, kefi.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

Those webbed fingers speared through her folds, pressing against her clit and rubbing there almost frantically. Like he needed her to enjoy herself. Like he wanted to feel her pleasure just as much as she had given him.

He grabbed onto her waist, lifting her easily as he turned her around. Flat on her belly, she stared down at his cocks while her pussy was presented to his gaze. She only had a second to feel slightly uncomfortable being so spread before he made that sound of pleasure again.

“Suck, kefi, I’m done behaving.”

Crack.

His hand smacked first one side of her ass, then the other. Again, another round of smacks until she reached for his cocksand sucked the first one into her mouth. She ran her tongue along the head, moaning as he dove for her pussy and feasted.

His tongue was everywhere. No skill. No finesse. Just pure, unadulterated need for the taste of her all over him. She groaned again, feeling those ridges on his tongue rub over her clit, back and forth, flicking so many times she felt like she was going to lose her mind.

He speared her. His tongue sinking deep inside of her, sliding in and out, the thickness of it and those ridges doing something that she’d only thought toys could do. She hadn’t realized... she didn’t think...

She leaned off of his cocks, breathing hard as she whimpered, “So good. You’re so good at that.”

The vibration of his answering growl nearly sent her into oblivion. But she didn’t want to fall first. She wanted him to come so hard that he would never forget this moment.

Until she remembered that she was in control here. That while he might want to be in control, he wasn’t.

Drawing away from him, she felt a shiver of need trail down her spine when he made a sound in the back of his throat, like she had taken away something precious. Something... She turned around on him and suddenly couldn’t think as she saw that long, black tongue dart out. He licked at his lips like he had just drank the finest of creams.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, but she could not let him distract her like this. She had a purpose. She had a plan. So she turned around on him, planted her hand on his chest, and then reached between them.

“I have always wanted to try this,” she said with a soft gasp as the head of him brushed against her pussy. The heat that poured from him seared her to the bone.

“Try what?” he asked, bucking up against her like he couldn’t control himself.

“Two at once.”

She breathed the words out like a prayer, and then notched him in both places. She’d dreamt about this before. Never with a human man, but always with some dark, shadowy figure that filled her dreams with broad shoulders and heated words.

Maketes’s hands came down on her hips, his breathing ragged and his eyes a little wild. “Wait, hang on.”

Even though it was strange to hear those words, she froze and waited for him to continue. The look in his eyes was more than just passion now. There was the slightest hint of panic.

“What is it?”

“I’ve never...” He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. “I’ve never done this before.”

The words came to a screeching halt in her mind. He’d never...

Did he mean he’d neverdonethis?

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