Chapter 73
My skin heats as Wake watches me play with my pussy.
I let out a breathless laugh as I slide my fingers between the folds of my sex.
They part like the petals of a flower, exposing a slick, glistening center that has nothing to do with the surrounding water. I'm wet and aching, the feel of my fingers like fire against my sensitive skin.
"Wake," I gasp, going weak at the thought of his thick cock taking me, filling me.
"It is beautiful," he rumbles, his words vibrating through me as he kisses a path down the valley of my breasts.
My nipples tingle when he takes one into his mouth and draws a groan from the back of my throat. The more he sucks and teases, the more my fingers move. I'm so close to orgasm, but the feel of Wake's tongue, his fingers teasing my skin, his lips moving over the sensitive tips of my nipples, the pressure of his mouth and the rasp of his scales is almost too much.
He knows I'm close, can sense my impending climax, but instead of pushing me over the edge, he backs off, sliding his mouth from my breast, his hands gliding down over my stomach, down to where I need him most.
"Please," I beg as I meet his gaze, his eyes dark, his pupils blown wide with desire.
He says nothing as his fingers find the spot my fingers lie. I let out a strangled cry, gripping his hair in one hand, the other still pressed between my legs as he pushes a finger inside me. My muscles clamp down on him, and I can tell by his growl, the way his eyes go half lidded with pleasure, that I'm tighter than he expected, and that pleases me.
I moan as he adds a second finger and works me from the inside. My hips roll, trying to match his movements, and it's not long before the waves of pleasure become overwhelming, rolling over me like the sea. I scream his name, my body trembling as his lips brush over my neck, his breath hot and wet.
"More," I pant, wanting to feel him inside me. "Now, Wake."
His fingers slip out of me and I let out a frustrated sound, but then his cock is there, pressing against my entrance, and my eyes go wide as he pushes forward, the tight, warm walls of my sex welcoming him in. He moves slowly, letting me stretch to accommodate his girth.
"Yes," I gasp as I pull him closer, my hands grasping his shoulders, needing to feel the weight of his body against mine, needing to feel his skin.
The rough texture of his scales is a delicious counterpoint to the softness of his skin. I can feel the hard length of his cock, the ridges and bumps and veins, the wet heat of his pre-cum as he glides against the folds of my sex.
"You feel immaculate," he says, his voice thick with desire as he takes my breast into his mouth.
I can feel his lips moving, the rasp of his tongue, but there's too much sensation and my brain can't process it. All I know is that I'm on fire, his mouth, his cock, his tongue, his hands, all of them feel so good.
I close my eyes, let my head fall back, and cry his name, not as I know it, but as he does.
"My mate," he growls, and with a quick thrust, he's fully seated within me.
I gasp, a moment of pain draining into unspeakable pleasure.
He starts to move, withdrawing until only the head of his cock is inside me, then pushes forward, filling me once more. I squeeze around him, tightening my hold on his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath my fingers.
"Phoebe, you are exquisite," he pants against my ear, and the feel of his breath on my neck makes me shiver. "I want to make you come again. I want to feel you tremble around me."
His voice is low and husky, and I can feel the rumble of it all the way through every scale.
"I won't last long," I warn him, and the laugh he lets out is more than a little self-satisfied.
"We have all the time in the world."
I can't help but smile, but then his thrusts increase in speed and intensity, his fingers gripping my hips. My sharp nails dig into his back, but it only spurs him on, urging him to fuck me harder, faster.
His cock pulses deep inside me, and a low groan escapes his throat. I can feel his pleasure, and I want to draw it out, but I can't, not anymore.
I call his name again. And again, until I can't make any discernable words, only mewling, breathless cries.
"Yes, love. Come for me," he pants, and the sound of my name in that deep, sultry voice, coupled with the feel of him moving inside me, is enough to push me over the edge.
My vision blurs, the pressure builds, and then I'm falling. I fall apart around his cock, my body trembling, my arms shaking, the muscles of my tail spasming, and still, he doesn't stop. He keeps moving, driving into me, claiming every part of me, and I can do nothing but take him.
The world goes hazy, the sensations are so intense, so overwhelming, I feel drunk with pleasure. My vision clears just as he buries himself deep inside me and stiffens, a sharp cry tearing from his throat.
I watch his face, his eyes wide, mouth parted, brow furrowed in pleasure as he spends himself within my depths.
It is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
It takes him a moment to recover, and when he does, he looks down at me, a strange, almost vulnerable expression on his face.
"Is something wrong?" I ask, reaching up to cup his cheek.
"I believe that we are both experiencing...new sensations today," he murmurs, then shakes his head. "It does not matter. All that matters is that we are together at last in the way we should be."
I lean in, press my lips to his, and kiss him deeply. "It does feel right to be here with you like this. So natural."
He hums and kisses me back, and I melt into his embrace. I don't want to think about anything else. Not the death surrounding us, not the threat of untold danger, not anything but the warm, wonderful feel of his body pressed against mine.
When I think about it, my body goes tingly, and I burrow even closer to Wake.
Then I cough.
Wake's brow creased, "Are you feeling well?"
I cough again, harder this time. Hard enough that Wake pushes himself up so that he can study me closely. I raise a hand, warding off his concern. "What? Merfolk don't breathe down the wrong pipe?"
His scowl deepens. "I just have a tickle in my throat, Wake," I reassure him.
As I do, though, I can tell that it's a lie. Something is very, very wrong with me.
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