Page 68 of Make Out With A Merman

“How terrible?”

Her grin is wicked now, and when she pulls my shorts down, it feels like an eternity of anticipation is finally over.

My skin is bare to her now, and the moonlight seems to stick to us like dust, marking the places where we touch. She’s watching me with something like wonder.

I didn’t think it was possible to want her more than I already do, but her breath on my skin is making it difficult to think straight.

I growl, and then she’s kissing me, hard and deep, and all I can think about is her, her mouth, her hands, the way her body moves against mine.

She’s making sounds of encouragement, little gasps and moans that are so fucking hot, and it’s all I can do not to lose my mind.

“Callie,” I say between kisses, “Callie, I need”

“I know,” she says, and she’s between my legs, her hands moving with purpose, and when she takes my cock in her mouth, my groan reverberates through the dock, loud enough to drown out any thought of propriety.

Her mouth is perfect and warm and wet, and she’s looking up at me with those green eyes, and that’s when I know, I’m so gone, it’s beyond salvation.

“Callie,” I breathe, my hands hard in her hair, but gentle, trying to be careful, “Callie!”

And I’m coming, spilling into her mouth, and she drinks me down greedily, her eyes never leaving mine.

She crawls back up to me and kisses me, tasting myself on her lips, and I can’t remember the last time I felt so completely at someone else’s mercy or liked it so damn much.

I reach for her bikini bottoms, slow, giving her time to tell me no, but she’s already helping me slide them down.

When she’s naked under me, I can barely breathe, can barely think for how much I want her. I'm already hard again just looking as her tits bounce as I move her to my liking.

I slide my cock into her slowly, and we both groan with relief.

“You feel incredible,” I tell her, still moving. "Your pussy is so tight."

She digs her nails into my shoulders, her eyes fluttering shut. “I know,” she says, and I laugh breathlessly against her throat.

I start off slow, letting her walls adjust to my length. Every inch I pull out and push in, I feel her getting wetter.

"Fuck, please," she groans under me. Her fingers grip at my back, desperate. "Please fuck me faster!"

"If that's what you want," I whisper in her ear.

And then we’re really moving together, her hips meeting my pace, slowly at first, then faster, and I’m losing myself in her, and she’s gasping beneath me, her hips rolling to meet every thrust, our bodies wet with sweat and slick with need.

“Ryder, I’m, I’m close,” she says, and it pulls me back to the world just enough to realize we’re both there already, both on the brink of oblivion.

I reach between us, finding her clit, and she makes a sound that almost undoes me completely. The waves sound like thunder, and the solar lanterns sway pleasantly overhead.

When she finally comes, she digs her nails into my back, and her face is gorgeous, all twisted up in pleasure, and I am completely, wholly in love with her.

“I love you,” I say, and she’s looking up at me with so much adoration I can hardly stand it.

“I love you too,” she whispers.

We don’t say anything else. We don’t need to.

We’re in love, and we’re safe, and right now, that’s all that matters.

We lay on the dock under the stars in silence, her head resting on my chest, my arm wrapped around her shoulders. The night is cool, but we're both warm from the heat of each other.

Her fingers trace patterns on my scales, occasionally dipping below the water.

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