Page 77 of Jewel of the Sea

He angled his hand to slide his finger along her folds but stopped before doing so; her flesh here was surely even more sensitive and fragile than elsewhere, and he couldn’t forgive himself were he to cause her harm.

“Arkon?” she asked.

Raising his hand to his mouth, he bit the claws off his first two fingers and spit them to the floor.

“Why did you—” Her words came to an abrupt halt when Arkon touched her; he slid his fingers along her sex, coating them in her oils. Maddening heat radiated from her core.

He lifted his hand away and slipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking off her moisture. He’d had slight, fleeting tastes of her through his suction cups, but they had not prepared him for her true flavor. Aymee’s sweetness flooded him.

Arkon’s shaft throbbed with the pressure of his restraint; her taste on his tongue eroded what little self-control he’d maintained. He extruded fully, and in the same instant he dropped his head between her thighs and licked her sex.

Aymee gasped. Her legs trembled, muscles tensing, but he held them wide with his tentacles — he’d not relinquish what she’d so temptingly gifted him. He flattened a hand on her stomach to hold her down while pressing his other hand to her inner thigh.

He slid his tongue between her folds, exploring her from top to bottom, and when he brushed a nub of flesh near her sex’s peak, her moaning intensified, and her hips jerked. Intrigued, he glanced up; her face was turned aside, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip caught between her teeth. He licked again. Another tremor coursed through her.

Arkon closed his lips over the nub and took it into his mouth. He sucked.

Her back arched, body stiffening as she screamed his name. Moisture flowed from her, and Arkon drank greedily, unwilling to allow a single drop to escape. He didn’t relent until her shudders subsided and she gently urged him up with her hands.

He raised his head. Aymee’s tousled hair framed her face, and her eyes were hooded.

“Lie back for me, Arkon,” she said, caressing his cheek.

He rolled away and lowered himself onto his back beside her. Smiling, she ran a hand along one of his tentacles and disentangled it from her leg. She rose onto her knees and guided the same tentacle to her waist, and Arkon wrapped it around her.

His hearts nearly stopped when she threw a leg over him.

She straddled his abdomen, hair a dark curtain around her face as she gazed down at him. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath, nipples hard, and he longed for another taste of them. The scent of her arousal enveloped him, and he could see the pink of her parted sex, feel the brush of her backside along his straining cock.

This was Aymee. Beautiful, wild, sensual Aymee.

HisAymee.

She leaned forward and their eyes locked. She skimmed her nose along his cheek, brushed her lips over his, and slipped a hand between their bodies to grasp his shaft. Arkon released a shuddering breath. Aymee lifted her hips, pressed the head of his cock to her opening, and lowered herself, taking him into her body.

Heat; incredible heat surrounded him. It spread into his core, intensifying that needful ache to an unbearable degree. He clawed at the bedding and his tentacles curled. Pressure built within him, immediate and irresistible, but somehow, he held his tenuous control.

As she flattened her hands on his chest, Arkon’s eyes drifted to the point of their connection, watching her rise and fall, taking him deeper and deeper. His shaft glistened with their combined oils.

There was something primal about their bodies joining, something that touched upon previously unknown instincts. The pleasure was immense, but the connection was more than physical — this was mating, it was possession, it waslove.

She suddenly thrust down, taking him to the hilt. Her sex clenched. The tendrils at his base slid over her, smelling and tasting, brushing her soft skin.

Arkon took hold of her hips and coiled his tentacles around her calves. He bared his teeth and bucked his pelvis, pressing further into her, on the verge of an explosion that would tear him apart from within.

Aymee gasped. Her fingers flexed, and she raked her nails over his chest. Shutting her eyes, she threw her head back in abandon and ground her sex upon him. Her inner walls tightened.

Arkon released a tortured groan.

Her hips undulated, body moving up and down, breasts jutting out with the arch of her back. The pressure inside him built as pleasure raked his insides, seeking release. Aymee moved over him like the rolling waters of the ocean; Arkon found her rhythm and matched it, dropping his hips when she rose and meeting her downward thrusts, pushing harder, deeper.

Her features strained and soon her tempo faltered. She panted, her moans loud but musical in the otherwise silent room. He was determined to hear her cries once more. To feel her release around him.

Aymee fell forward, catching herself with her hands on either side of his head. Her movements quickened.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” she breathed against his mouth, eyelids heavy with desire. “And now you’re mine.”

She squeezed her eyes closed and cried out. Her body locked, sex clamping around his cock and quivering as she reached her peak.

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