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Both of us were determined to make the other feel amazing with our sexual prowess. It didn’t take us long to find a good rhythm. With one hand on the edge of the pool for balance, Zey pounded into me. I dug my heels into his ass and rocked my hips, meeting his thrusts. Water splashed around us tumultuously as we moaned and panted and fucked the absolute shit out of each other.

I felt my orgasm building swiftly, my whole body starting to feel tingly.

“I’m gonna ... holy shit, Zey, I’m gonna ...”

He watched my face with fascination and something like greed as his thrusts became more frantic. In the next second, he gritted his teeth and threw his head back as he came hard. The muscles in his neck stretched taut as he groaned his release.

I was so damn close. If he’d kept pumping into me for just another few seconds, I would’ve shattered right with him, but the rhythm was interrupted, and my orgasm evaded me.

The groan I released was more frustration than anything, and Zey snapped his head down to look at me. His eyes roamed over my still-writhing body, and a look of determination entered those eyes I loved.

Before I could tell him what I needed, he pulled out of me and gripped my waist. The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed as he lifted me onto the edge of the pool. The back of my head and shoulders hit the glass railing as he dipped lower into the water.

He lifted one of my knees to rest over his shoulder and pushed the other out to the side as far as it would go, then lowered his mouth to my aching pussy.

I gripped his hair, and a guttural sound of pleasure and need left my throat at the feeling of his lips on me. I writhed under him, my hips rolling against him as he licked and sucked firmly—just how I needed it.

I was so close already, and my body was responding easily to how thoroughly he was devouring me. My runaway orgasm was speeding right back, promising to be even more intense.

His fingers dug into my thigh, keeping me open wide to him. His other hand came up under his chin, and he pushed two fingers inside.

“Fuck!” I yelled, my releaseright. Fucking. There.

At my outburst, he looked up. Forcing my eyes to stay open and locked with his, I shook through my orgasm, coming all over his face.

Instead of stopping and saying something cocky or teasing, Zey just kept going. His mouth and fingers kept the same rhythm even as I tugged on his hair and tried to wriggle away. Within seconds, he wrung another orgasm out of me, making my vision go blurry at the edges.

He pulled back softly, but I couldn’t see if he was wearing that cocky smile, nor did I care. My limbs were jelly, and I started to slide into the water as he released me. I made a half-assed attempt to stop my body from flopping into the pool like a seal, but gave up.

Zey caught me in his arms, and I didn’t even care that he chuckled as he lowered me into the water. It felt like bliss on my over sensitive skin. He walked me around the pool for a few moments, and I let my limbs drag through the water, relaxing fully.

Letting my legs drop, he then floated us back over to the edge. He turned me gently, and I leaned on the stone ledge where the water cascaded out of the pool. It trickled past, grazing my sides and arms as I relaxed my head on my forearms and let my legs dangle.

Zey stayed close, his hands caressing my back. I hummed and closed my eyes, thinking we were going to relax for a while, but no.

I guessed Vuulectians recovered faster than human men, even in their human forms, because Zey was hard as a rock and ready to slide into my sensitive pussy again already.

I wasn’t complaining.

Chapter16

As it turned out, we did actually have another opportunity to explore sex with Zey in his female form. With nothing much else to do for three days, we spent an obscene amount of time fucking. We did it on every surface of that room; we did it with Zey shifting into various celebrities; we did it with him in his original form, the area between his legs shifted into something ridged and curved and perfectly formed to hit all my favorite spots. He was able to shift only particular parts of his body if he chose, so sometimes he adjusted the size of specific appendages in the middle of sex. Every time I ate a meal, he would drop to his knees, push my legs apart, and eat one too.

Zey was ready to try just about anything; curious and open-minded in a way that only someone who’d grown up without Earth-specific social conditioning had.

It was the best sex of my life.

It was also the best sleep of my life. Between the constant state of post-orgasmic bliss, the amazing food, and the ridiculously comfortable bed, how could it not be?

In the moments between, we talked. We were both curious about the other’s home realm, what it was like to live there, how it all functioned, why there were issues, and how we thought they could be fixed. Inevitably, those chats would turn more personal.

He asked about my parents, and I told him about my mother and how I’d never known my father but suspected he was a warlock—how else would you explain my powers and his complete absence? He asked about my experiences in the House of Spirit and Sapphire, about my friends, my relationships. He posed questions about my favorite food with the same calm curiosity as he prodded me about my sexual history and preferences. To him, it was all a matter of learning about the new species and world he’d been introduced to. He didn’t understand that people might find some of his questions rude. I found them refreshingly honest.

For every question one of us had, it sparked another three for the other.

He told me more about being an advisor to the last True Leader of Vuulectus, how it had allowed him to see more of his world than most Vuulectians ever did. I asked about his parents and childhood too, and while he knew who his biological parents were, it seemed that “it takes a village to raise a child” was something that was taken quite literally in Vuulectus.

We talked about everything—from theories about systems of governance to random childhood memories.

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