Page 32 of Something Real with the Sea Monster
When I follow her direction, I actually feel her tighten around me and can’t help the groan that tears from me. Her nipples are just as sweet as the rest of her. I have a moment’s regret, wishing I was in my kraken form so I could use my tentacles to properly taste her. Let them rove over every inch of her soft skin until I have it memorized.
I don’t know how she would feel about me shifting, though. We haven’t discussed it, and now hardly seems like the time. Besides, I’m not stopping to take her to the shower. So I concentrate on finding just the right suction to make her moan. Planting my mouth over her tight nipple, I draw softly at first and then harder until her rhythm falters.
I smile. Just like when she told me to pinch her nipples, it seems she likes firm pressure. Almost rough.
I apply myself to first one, then the other breast in turn until she’s grinding on me, little whimpering sounds bursting from her whenever I stop. When I carefully use a light brush of my teeth, she cries out. She threads her fingers through my hair and pulls me closer. “More.”
I make little nipping bites all over her breasts, circling in on each nipple in turn. Finally, she stops moving and yanks on my hair enough to make me lift my head reluctantly. “Change positions.”
I’m not really thinking with the brain in my head anymore, so it takes me a moment to connect her words with action.
Tegan lifts off me, moving to the couch and getting onto all fours. She arches her back, presenting her ass and pussy for me, and the sight of her like that makes liquid leak into the condom.
She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. “Fuck me like this.”
As good as she looks like this, I’m a little disappointed we won’t be face-to-face. Somehow this feels less intimate. Still, I know better than to argue with her. I feel grateful just to have been allowed to touch her.
Moving behind her, I line up my cock at her entrance. She reaches between her thighs to spread herself wider and guide me in, and I’m thankful. I’m already praying I don’t fuck this up and hurt her or do something awkward like miss the hole.
But her slick labia part and I slide into her warmth just like that. A moment later I’m wondering what I was worried about.
I thought it might be hard to find a good angle. I thought I might struggle to know what to do. But as soon as my erection is snug within her pussy again, it feels like the most natural thing in the world to move my hips and pump into her. I match my rhythm to the one she used as she fucked herself in my lap and am rewarded with another deep moan and her pussy squeezing around me.
God it feels so good. I’m already getting close to another orgasm, but if I come now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to recover again as quickly as I did last time.
What if tonight is the only chance I get to be inside her?
Shaking off that thought, I keep going, gritting my teeth and holding back my own pleasure. It can’t be. She’s mine. I just need to find a way to convince her.
When I sense her pushing back against each thrust, I increase my pace. She gasps when I grab her hips, but by now I’m learning that noise is a good one.
She moans when I use my grip to pull her back against me as I fuck her harder still.
I had an image in my head of what this would be like with my fated mate. I thought it would be soft and tender, sweet and slow.
This is nothing like that. It’s raw and desperate. Primal and needy. The intensity is so much greater than I anticipated. With every thrust the need grows stronger until I’m no longer myself. Instead I’m this creature full of hunger and passion. Full of intense feelings that spear me like the barb of a sting ray. Piercing pleasure that shoots through me like a bolt of energy over and over, thrust after thrust.
When Tegan speaks, her words are a sob punctuated by the smacking of our bodies against each other.
“Oh. My. God. How are you so good at this already?”
Am I? I feel like I’m barely grasping to the last threads of my control, riding a wave that’s too big, about to be swept under.
I can’t speak. Can’t reply. I can only keep going, holding tight to her like she’s my lifeline. I hope she understands how I’m feeling. I’m not sure I do.
“Oh fuck.” Tegan curses. Something shifts. I realize a moment later she has moved one hand between her thighs to touchherself in time to my strokes. She tightens around me again. Her legs start to shake. Now I think I know what’s coming.
Now what did she say last time?
“Don’t stop. God, don’t fucking stop.”
Though my cock is throbbing and my balls are aching, I keep on doing exactly what I’m doing. Over and over. I don’t know how long we hang on the edge like that for. I’m not counting. I’ll last as long as she needs me to. If she tells me I need to keep going like this another hour, I’ll do it. Another day. It’s hers. All I know is she asked me for something and that’s what she’s going to get. I’ll last.
I have to.
“Take what you need, beautiful. I’m right here until you tell me to stop.”
She makes a low moan deep in the back of her throat. I can’t tell if it’s good or bad, so I just keep going, hoping. Hoping I haven’t said the wrong thing.
