Page 15 of Stranded with the Kraken
There’s something surprisingly vulnerable in her gaze.
I lean down to kiss her forehead. “I won’t. I’ll never leave you.”
The moment the words tumble from my mouth, I want to take them back. It’s too much, too soon. Arielle is going to freak out on me, I just know it.
But I realize immediately I’ve underestimated this beautiful human once again. Her smile grows, and her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, then she scoots under the covers and draws them all the way to her chin.
“Hurry back,” she says.
I almost run out to the pool, where I collect our discarded clothes—I don’t want her to wake up in the morning and be uncomfortable without hers—and check the front door. Then I return to the bedroom, and my heart swells at the sight of Arielle sleeping in my bed.
Turning off the light, I slip into my bathroom, where I set out some towels for her. I should have thought to get her a toothbrush, but I didn’t dare hope she’d stay when we agreed to meet tonight. I unearth a spare toothbrush from my cabinet and hope she’ll be fine with sharing my toothpaste. This was supposed to be a one-night stand, but I can’t stop myself from hoping for more than what she already promised me.
She said she’d stay for Christmas, so I have two days to convince her to stay forever.
* * *
Iwake up with Arielle in my arms. Last night, she rolled right over in her sleep, as if her body was attuned to mine in ways neither of us could comprehend. So I’d tucked her into my side and fell asleep inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.
Now I crack open one eye to find Arielle watching me, her gaze dipping from my eyes to my mouth, then down to my throat.
“Your gills are gone,” she whispers.
I lift my hand to my neck, rubbing at the spot. “They close when I don’t need them.”
She props herself up on her elbows. “Sorry for waking you. I just couldn’t sleep anymore. We forgot to close the curtains, and the light is so white outside.”
I squint at the window. From what I can see, the sky is still overcast and dumping snow, but as she said, the light is almost violently bright.
“Gods,” I groan, burying my face in the pillow next to her. “Too much.”
She giggles. “Not a morning person, then?”
I shake my head. “I like to go for nighttime swims. Then sleep in.”
Arielle’s voice turns coy. “Is there anything I can do to help you wake up?”
I flop onto my back and peek at her from under my arm. “Uh, what did you have in mind?”
In answer, she slowly tugs the covers down until she exposes my cock. It’s already hardening, perking up at the thought of Arielle touching it. When she wraps her fingers around it, I groan, my hips rolling without conscious thought. A moment later, she lowers her head and takes me into her mouth. Her pink lips close around the tip of my cock, and my brain almost explodes.
“Yeah, you can do that,” I babble. “That’ll—fuck!—that’ll help. Oh gods, Arielle.”
She laughs softly, her breath fanning over my spit-slicked cock. It’s too big for her to take all of it, so she gets creative with her hands, squeezing and rubbing and sucking until I’m trembling under her. I’m so much stronger than her, but she has me completely at her mercy. I’d do anything to keep her talented mouth exactly where it is. When she hums around the cockhead, then swallows it down so it brushes the back of her throat, I know I’m close.
“Arielle.” I’m panting and sweating, barely holding back. “Baby, you have to let go. I’m gonna come.”
She saw how much cum there was last night. I won’t blow as much in my human form, but I don’t want her to choke.
But she meets my gaze, her eyes sultry, and sweeps her tongue around the underside of my cockhead. And I’m done.
My hips arch off the bed, and I fuck her mouth. The immense wave of my orgasm crashes over me, stealing my breath. Arielle swallows down the first rush of cum, and the second, then gasps for a breath as I shoot again and again. My cum lands on her chin, her chest, and spills over her hand, thicker than human release. She stares down at it, mesmerized, then goes back in to lick it all up, cleaning me with her pink tongue.
I shudder and shake under her, cursing softly. “You’re amazing,” I slur. “No one’s ever—fuck!” I gasp as she squeezes my cock again, forcing out another squirt of cum that she catches on her tongue. “You like it, don’t you?”
She wiggles her hips. “You taste so good,” she admits.
Still shaking from my orgasm, I sit up and grab her by the waist. “Now I need to know howyoutaste.”
