Page 9 of The Mer-Mate
Here I am, less than twenty minutes out from thinking I was about to die, and now a merman is sampling the scent of my pussy like a rare flower. I rock against his fingers and lock my legs more firmly around his waist.
“More.”
A ripple flows over his tail from belly to fluke. Careful of his claws, he spreads my folds, tracing the hood of my clit in the most delicious tease of my life. He’s slow, precise, like he’s making a map of my sex by touch alone. The webbing of his fingers adds a sensation that’s almost too much to take. It’s taking every ounce of my willpower not to grind my pussy into him.
The friction is driving me to the edge. I throw my head back, biting down on my lip. “Toren,” I whimper, “I’m going to …”
My thighs begin to spasm around him, but just before I come, the sudden jerk sends the tip of a claw skating over my inner thigh, and he rips his hand away.
“Shayle,” he says, horrified.
An angry red line glows, razor-thin, but my skin is unbroken.
“I’m not hurt,” I gasp, more for the orgasm denied than the injury, and kiss the claw thatscraped me. He could turn my thighs to ribbons, as long as he kept touching me.
My head is spinning. My pussy clenches around nothing and another bloom of my arousal perfumes us, blowing his pupils black. I can’t wait any longer. If he can’t touch me, I’ll show him how I like it.
I drop my hand between my thighs to give myself relief, but before I can make contact, I’m floating upwards as he nestles his face between my thighs.
Oh god. His tongue. His tongue is perfect. Nothing compares to it. The tip is as rough as I felt while kissing him, but the top is smooth. He circles my clit, sucking it between his lips, and for a moment I think I may have died after all, because if anything, this is heaven.
“So there are pearls above the water as well,” he pauses to murmur, then delves deeper inside of me than I’ve ever felt.
My body is so hot the water around us is shimmering. I’ve never been fucked this good in my life and I don’t even know if he has a cock. I plant my palms flat to the glowing ceiling and press my pussy onto his face. My merman is about to know what it’s like when a human comes.
He’s licking me so deep that when I do, my walls clench down on his tongue.
“Toren!” I scream his name in a rush of bubbles. Wave after wave of my orgasm rip through me. I don’t know if I’m seeing stars or if the cave lights are pulsing with the throb in my body. And it goes on, and on, cresting and retreating, for so long Ican’t tell when one orgasm ends and the next begins. Finally I choke out his name again, kicking my feet feebly, and he pulls away.
“I had to taste you,” he says. He grins, putting his fangs on display, and he licks the red mark on my inner thigh. “I think it pleased you.”
“Yes,” I sigh. “It pleased me.”
The water is heavy as I pull it into my lungs, mya’weshworking double-time to keep up. What’s left of the red mark is already fading from my thigh. If I remember, I’ll ask about the healing properties of merfolk saliva later.
Lord knows my pussy has never felt so good.
He guides me back down his body, wrapping my legs around his waist again. “I would never tire of this sight,” he says, mesmerized.
“My pussy or my legs?”
“Pussy,” he repeats, trying out the word. “I like that.”
Whatever gushing water sound the merfolk word forpussyis would be apt right about now.
Another pulse from the area where a man’s cock would be pulls my gaze downwards. I slide my hands down his chest, teasing his nipples and stroking his abdomen as I go. He’s warmer here, just below his belly button, and I look at him in question.
His answer is so low, I feel the words, rather than hear them.
“Ibegyou.”
Lower I slide my fingers, feeling the change in his body where man becomes aquatic. The skin here is thicker, almost dense, and slightly rippled.Suddenly, my fingers sink into a hidden slit, and my merman lets out a cry that makes the lights on the cave wall flicker.
“Poseidon’s kingdom,” he roars. He claws at the ceiling above my head, the cords of his powerful neck taut as wire. His fangs are bared, tail shaking. All because of two little fingers buried inside him.
Well, well, well. This is different.
I stroke around the opening, an impish grin curving my mouth. “This pleases you?” I ask.
