One day, she would say the words. She’d tell me exactly what it was she wanted, and I’d give her everything she could dream of. Until then, I would say the words for her.
“My cock, beautiful?” My length throbbed against her palm, and her movements slowed. “Is that what you want? To feel my cock sliding into you, filling you up?”
“Yes,” she panted, and her palm cradled underneath me like she was trying to urge me closer.
The stream of water beat at the back of my legs as I stepped forward, gathering her leg up higher in my arms until I had lined myself up with her. Her nails bit into my chest as I drew the tip of my cock along her slit.
“I want your… yourpenis,” she gasped out as I dragged along her slickness again.
One of my eyebrows rose, and I offered her nub a little extra pressure that had her squirming in my arms. “… You mean my cock, beautiful.”
“Humans have—” She tried to get the words out, but I circled that swollen bit of flesh with even more pressure before sliding against her, letting her feel every bit of my hard, pulsing length.
“You’re forgetting I’m not human. Even on land, I’m still a merman. And what do mermen have, beautiful?”
Her lips wobbled, and for a strange second, I wondered if she might burst out into laughter. Then her face fell, and she looked suddenly dead serious.
“What?” My rocking against her slowing to a halt. “What’s wrong?”
Her lips parted, and I barely saw her mouth move.
“Sea cucumbers.”
… What?
My jaw ticked as she looked me square in the face and said, “Mermen have sea cucumbers.”
“Sea cucumbers?” A strangled laugh worked up my throat as I speared into her, my head shaking wildly.
Her lips parted on a gasp as I drove in higher, easing the weight of her propped leg down to seat myself as deep in her as I could. “Are you sure this isn’t a cock inside you?”
I nearly pulled all the way out, and her head fell forward with a gasp as I slid in again. “Well, beautiful?”
She answered with a snap of her lips at mine, her tongue teasing a few slashes at my bottom lip to ease the sting, but I wasn’t about to give in to a distraction.
“Say it,” I said in a low, rumbling growl, nipping right back at her.
One more snap, and I felt her mouth pull into a tight grin against mine.
My head was shaking before she even got the words out. “I do feel a sea cucum?—”
Claira yelped as I seized her other leg up, taking her entire weight in my arms. Her arms locked behind my shoulders, but my hands had already found the best place to grip to hold her steady, nestled under the globes of her ass. My fingers flexed, biting into that perfect, firm flesh. She hissed against my lips as my cock rocked inside her.
Then she moved forward on her own, taking me even deeper. I let out a groan. Legs tightened around me, and I wasted no time driving forward until her back was flat against the wall.
“How’s this for a sea cucumber?” I grunted, my thumbs sinking into her waist as I thrust into her. Each bounce of her hips against mine sent her back even further up the wall. “Is this what you wanted, beautiful?” I rasped, driving in faster. “To work me up, teasing and biting at me, so I would fuck you up against this wall?”
Heavy breathing turned into gasping moans as I chased her higher up still, my foot finding the side of the bath, using it as leverage, until her head swung forward, catching on my shoulder as she whimpered out her answer.
“Yes. Oh—please,Lee, more. I’m about to…”
Hearing her moan my name was the sweetest melody, almost as magical as when her voice called to me.
As her moan grew, its pitch shifted, a trailing high note followed by a painfully low droning note, and I knew I’d made the right decision, letting her find her release once already.
“Good girl,” I purred, keeping our rhythm steady. Fuck, she felt perfect. I wondered if she knew I could feel how she tightened up around my cock whenever I whispered praises to her.
Hands braced on my shoulders as I sped up, aiming for the spot that had her gasping the loudest, hoping to give her everything she needed to push her over that edge.