Chapter 14
Sadira
He kissed his way down the side of my neck to my breasts, and I laid my face against his pale hair, threading my fingers through it until he groaned and tracing them along the quills that held it back behind his pointed ears.
He rubbed his lips against my nipple, licking and suckling me into his hot mouth, toying and savoring as if he’d been dreaming of this his entire life.
The warm, gentle tugging sensation flooded me with satisfaction and pleasure.
He was so careful with his sharp teeth there that I couldn’t feel them at all.
I scratched my fingernails along his scalp as he suckled, and he groaned, his eyes drifting shut, hips shifting and twitching as I increased the massaging action with my hands.
He’d always loved this, and I was delighted to finally be able to give in and listen to the little noises he made without feeling embarrassed by how much they turned me on.
I was fascinated to feel a slippery wetness that began to coat his groin as he grunted and pressed his pelvis against me.
I bit my lower lip at the sight of his chest and abdominal muscles bunching and contracting as he flexed beside me, trying to stifle my own groan.
There was a slit in his groin that I’d always been curious about, but had obviously never been brave enough to ask him about.
Normally it was shut tight—a barely visible line in his scales—but now it sat atop a noticeable bulge and gaped open slightly, looking more like a fold of skin with glistening wetness gathering in it.
Curious, I trailed my hand down his side to his hip, noting his roughened breaths and how his hip twitched again when I touched him.
My need to know more about this part of him, this change to his body, was intense.
I’d asked him one time, when we were much younger, about “general” mer anatomy.
They were just so different from us from the waist down, I’d explained, hedging.
I’d half hoped he would assume I was referring only to his tail and half hoped he wouldn’t.
He’d understood my meaning though, laughingly explaining that their “male parts” were on the inside, “where they’re supposed to be. ”
His hand left my chest as he propped himself on his elbow, and he reached in shock to grip my fingers where they rested on his hip, as if he’d guessed my thoughts and was unsure about it.
“Lorn,” I breathed.
His own panted breaths were his only response, other than his hand tightening briefly on my own.
I raised my eyes to look at him from under my lashes and found him doing the same, his reflective pupils the only thing visible below his own eyelashes in the darkness, but his shoulders were heaving with the force of his breaths.
I wondered if he could see the heat in my gaze. My cheeks felt like they were on fire.
My whisper was loud in the secluded cave. “Lorn, can I touch you here?”
“Oh, Sadira,” he said so quietly, a trembling whisper that I almost missed.
He released my fingers to drag his palm down his face as he dropped his head back into the sand, like he was trying to get a hold of himself.
He nodded quickly without releasing his face—as if he couldn’t bear to watch—and I noted he inched his lower half closer to me, tilting his pelvis so that I would have easier access.
I failed to suppress a grin as I splayed my hand wide across his pelvis, sliding it forward until I could reach his slit with the pad of my thumb and dipping it carefully inside to explore.
His groan was quiet, but it made my stomach tighten as he started to jackknife upward and then flopped back onto the sand again, unable to hold himself still.
The fluid in his opening was thick and slippery, so that my fingers glided easily between the scales along the sides.
His own skin was slick and smooth inside, and delicate like the inside of my cheek.
A firm, spongy-feeling nub shifted, moving inside of him–what must be the wet tip of his shaft–and I rubbed it gently, drawing a ragged gasp from him.
His abdominal muscles tensed, his shoulders heaving harder, and his hand dropped into the sand beside him so that I could watch his eyelids flutter and lower like they were heavy.
He dug his head back into the sand so that the tendons in his neck stood out, and he groaned as I slid my fingers farther into him, massaging the sensitive hardness that was quickly beginning to protrude from inside the fold of skin.
It had a crimson-colored head that was vaguely arrow-shaped, which faded into a pale pink shaft that stood in stark contrast to the blueish-silver scales of his tail and fins or the icy pale skin of the rest of his body.
His shaft slowly emerged from his groin the more I rubbed him, until it was nearly the length of my hand, glistening with wetness and leaking more fluid from the tip.
A network of thick veins stood out along the sides and bottom as they roped their way up his member, and he was far warmer here than the surrounding skin and scales.
I had the strangest urge to taste it, so I leaned forward to give it a small lick.
Lorn gave a wordless shout, digging his claws viciously into the sand beside him as his abdomen tensed and his hips twisted, forcing several more inches of the wide base to surge forth out of the fold.
When he collapsed back into the sand again, I gave him another lick, letting my tongue linger so I could take in the subtle taste of him.
He flung the sand from his fist and pressed his hand against his forehead like he was trying to keep his brains from falling out, as his hips bucked with every movement of my tongue.
He was practically thrashing on the sand beneath me each time I licked him.
I loved seeing his pleasure, getting to be the one to spark this in him.
I wished I could see this side of him every day.
Wanting to see more, to push him a little further, I drew my tongue firmly up to the tip of his shaft.
He squirmed under me, and his dick curled against my mouth as if it had a mind of its own.
When I got to the tip, I wrapped my mouth around the glans and sucked firmly, rubbing the underside of his arrow-shaped head with my tongue as I did.
He gasped and moaned, reaching forward to score more deep furrows in the sand beside him with his claws as he writhed below me.
The sounds of his pleasure as I sucked him and massaged the swelling mound around his slit with my fingers sent hot need coiling deep inside me.
His tail twitched and thrashed against the soft sand as I sucked him.
I felt like I should shush him, because what if someone heard us?
But his moaned shouts every time I pulled him deeper into the back of my mouth made me so hot, I decided I didn’t care.
I looked up at his face and very nearly smiled around his cock at just how undone he appeared.
He was watching me. His eyes were feverish and hot, his cheeks heavily stained with pink, jaw slack as he lay panting on the sand, his gills clamped hard against his neck as he sucked air.
I paused to give him a few seconds to recover, and when I licked him again his member flexed in my grip.
It seemed he could control it like an extra limb.
Giving him a firmer squeeze around the base made his breath catch, and the shaft pulled back slightly into his body only for him to force it back out into my waiting hands with a flick of his hips.
It had a new coating of slick fluid, slipping through my fingers with only the slightest resistance.
I rubbed at the base and tightened my grip to add a bit more friction, and that’s when his composure broke.
Lorn surged over me, flipping me onto my back, the fevered heat in his eyes giving his expression a feral cast as he pressed me down into my clothing, panting hot breath against my ear.
His hips were heavy as they pushed against mine, that moving shaft tapping at the edge of my underwear.
Though he braced himself to keep from crushing me, my heart raced at the weight of him and how good it felt holding me down.
Covering me with his larger body, his warmth blanketing me in the cooler evening air, his plush lips nibbled at mine.
His slick member dragged against me, though his whole body was flexed and still, like he was trying to keep from acting further.
His voice shook as he muttered against my mouth. “Sadira, what are you doing to me?”
“I just need you,” I repeated again, but my needs were more specific this time.
My own voice was breathless under the weight of him, and I was distracted by the nudging still happening between my legs, against my underwear.
I wrapped my arms around his back, careful of the ridge of spines and fins protruding down the middle, and dug my nails in slightly—an instinct to prompt him closer to me even though he was as close as he could get without actually being inside me.
It occurred to me that inside me was exactly what I needed.
His slick fluid still coated my hands as I dug my fingers harder into the muscles at the small of his back.
“You need me,” he repeated hoarsely. “And this will take away your sad?” He pressed another kiss against my mouth, and the nudging between my legs grew firmer and more insistent.
I didn’t really know exactly what to expect, but my insides felt empty and aching.
I needed more from him, but didn’t know how to ask for it.
“Please,” I asked, choking on my answer and nodding frantically as I wrapped my legs around his thick tail and pressed my heels against him, his fins tickling the inside of my thighs as I did.
For now, yes, it was taking away my sadness.