by Tawny Taylor
She lifted her hands to her breasts and teased and pinched her nipples.
“Your pussy. Touch your pussy.”
She dropped a hand to her mound and a fingertip brushed against his cock. Her pussy muscles clenched, sending another wave of warmth through her body.
“Touch yourself for me.” His voice sounded breathless, urgent. She could no more deny his request than stop breathing.
She sought her clit and drew circles over it, meeting the pace of his thrusts.
“Oh, yeah. I love the feel of your juices, the scent, like the sweetest perfume. Come for me, love. Drench me in your sweet juices.”
She quickened the pace of the circles, as her body steadily climbed toward orgasm. Josh’s fingers blazed over her skin, leaving burning trails behind them as they traveled from one breast to the other. He pinched her nipples, and she bit back a shout of pleasure. Then he kissed away the sting, leaving her nipples tight and eager for more.
The sound of his mouth working on her breasts burned into her mind. The scent of him, of sea and salt and sand, filled her nose and drifted inside her like a soft breeze, cooling the fiery furnace threatening to engulf her mind, body and soul. The taste of his lips lingered in her mouth, washing away the taste of fear and indecision until she knew she was where she belonged. With Josh, the man she loved. The man she would never stop loving.
“Josh.”
“Yes, love.”
“Is this for real?”
“Yes, baby. It’s all real.” He kissed her, his tongue working slowly through her mouth, drinking from her, savoring her. She slid her tongue into his mouth, too. There was no sweeter taste than this! There was no moment in time more beautiful as this one. There was no place more special.
She broke the kiss and sighed, content, on the verge of orgasm, her body both coiled tight and relaxed. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“Thank you for coming.” He slid his cock out and then with a swift jab punctuated his sentence. “Now. Come for me.”
That was all the invitation she needed. Increasing the pressure on her clit until she felt the telltale flush of orgasm rocket through her body, she sought the only place where sensations and emotions blended. The one place where her soul was free, and where she could truly be one with Josh. She gasped as her body spasmed, her pussy pulsing around his wide cock.
He groaned low and fucked her hard, thrusting deep until he found his own release, and took flight with her, howling into the night as he pumped his seed deep inside.
They danced in the air, among the stars, dipping and soared, and then fell back to the earth.
As she lay on the rock, the cool night air slowly drawing the heat from her body, and the twinges of her climax subsiding, she felt the sea’s soothing waves slip up over her until she was completely immersed again.
Chapter 12
The truth is damn scary sometimes.
She was his. There was no doubt, and regardless of the dangers, he would find a way to live the rest of his days with her. He admired her strength as she allowed the water to overtake her again. She’d done it, conquered the worst of her fear.
Because of that, he was one step closer to taking her to his watery realm. There were only a few more details left to complete, the worst being he had to tell her the truth about himself. He knew how difficult that would be. Like other selkies, he’d been told how humans reacted to being told about their world. He would likely face Jane’s laughter…or worse, her rejection.
He would die.
He shook aside that thought and led her from the sea to the waiting car, wrapping her lovely, shimmering body in a blanket. In silence they rode to his home. Yet, with Jane, even the silence was comforting. The sight of her shrouded in the fluffy blanket and her wet hair streaming down her neck and over her shoulders left him achingly hard. Again.
Aware that his appetite for sex ran toward the extreme, he didn’t know if he dared approach her for more lovemaking.
But when he walked her to the door and led her inside, immediately shedding the towel he’d wrapped around his hips, her appreciative gaze on his cock left him wondering whose appetite was greater, his or hers.
He smiled, his face heating. “Would you care to go to bed?”
“Only if you’ll be there.”
This was a woman after his own heart! Thanking the gods for their generous blessing, he took her hand in his and dashed down the hallway to his room.
This time, as they entered, she didn’t gasp and cower at the sight of the massive aquarium. Instead, she lay on the plush carpeted floor, spread open, welcoming him.
A sight to behold for sure!
He fought back the urge to plunge deep inside and rush toward completion. Instead, he forced himself to go slow. He sat beside her, running a finger up and down her torso, starting at the base of her throat, running down the valley between her breasts, and circling her belly button before returning to her throat.
Her eyelids slowly closed and her hips tipped up, beckoning his touch to her pussy. Still he concentrated on going slow. It was too soon. Both their bodies needed to build energy. Even outside of the water, he could see her energy had drained away, diminished to almost nothing.
He set his mind, concentrated on the cells in his palms and left them hovering over her heart. The tingle of electricity started in their centers and fanned out before filling the air between his hands and her skin.
She sucked in a gasp as the first zap jolted her, and she opened her eyes.
“Relax and enjoy,” he whispered, still concentrating on regulating the current.
Within an instant, she became comfortable and relaxed with the constant feed of energy. “That feels wonderful. How do you do that?”
“Shhh, love. Just take it in. Don’t talk.”
She smiled and drew from him until she had her fill. When he broke the connection, she opened her eyes. “What was that? I feel so…so good. Like I’ve slept a week.”
“I have special cells in my skin. They produce electricity.”
“Sure you do.” She chuckled. “It’s one of those healing things. Wait! I think I’ve heard about it. Doesn’t it start with a K?”
“I don’t know what you’re referring to.”
“You’re funny.”
She sat up and smiled—damn that was a lovely smile. He would never live another day without it. That thought brought a similar expression to his face. He crossed his legs as he sat on the floor. “Mirror me.”
She sat similarly, and his gaze dropped to the juncture between her thighs. His cock reared at the sight of her pussy, the inside lips already glistening with wetness for him.
He closed his eyes, forced thoughts of fucking her aside and instead focused again on his hands, holding them out in front of his chest. “Do as I do. Put your hands up near mine, but don’t touch them.”
He felt his skin tingle with the electric charge, and then felt the needles of energy zap through the air.
She jumped.
He opened his eyes and watched her expression change from mild indifference to shock to awe. Tiny blue bolts of electricity jumped between their hands as he discharged energy into the air.
She pulled her hands away, studying them. “How do you do that? I’ve never seen such a thing. And…I won’t tell you what it’s doing to my pussy.” Her face flushed a sexy shade of pink.
He inhaled deeply, tasting her essence on the air. “You don’t have to.” His cock reared up against his stomach, and the muscles in his thighs tightened.
“What are you? Some kind of magician?”
“No. It’s not a trick. I’m nude. I couldn’t hide wires.”
“That’s too weird.”
He watched as curiosity displaced her libido. That couldn’t be allowed. “I have more to show you.”
“Really?” She looked expectantly at him.
Gently he pushed her back, one knee between her thighs, the other straddling her hips, as he kissed her. His tongue
delved deep inside, thrusting, mating with hers in frenzy. She moaned into his mouth and ground her hips into his knee, and he groaned with need for her.
This was his woman. She would be his. Always.
His hand found her breast, and he kneaded the soft flesh then teased the nipple with soft swirls over the silky-skinned peak. His cock was rock hard, his balls achy and tight. It took every bit of his willpower to resist plunging deep inside. It wasn’t time. Yet.
He shifted his weight and moved his knee to the outside of her hips. Then he concentrated on her taste as he licked and nipped her neck, shoulders and breasts. She arched her back, lifting her tits high in the air, and he gave each one the attention it deserved. With one hand pinching and teasing one nipple, he rimmed the other with his tongue and blew on the wetness. The pink skin puckered, the erect nub hard and ripe.
The hunger coursing through his being was almost overwhelming, so intense he trembled. Yet he forced himself to go slow. Next, would be her stomach, which he explored with hands and tongue before arriving at the thatch of curly hair below.
Muscles tense, heart thumping, mouth dry, he lifted her knees, parted her legs wide and drunk in the sight of her. Damn, what an amazing sight! Her soft, feminine body open to him, her cunt lips swollen, pink, and dripping wet. He smelled her juices, heard her quick breathing, tasted her skin in his mouth. The assault on his every sense was mind-blowing.
He dropped his head and inhaled, relishing the musky scent of her, and parted her lips with his fingers. She stretched her legs wider, silently welcoming his exploration. He started with a fingertip, rimming her outer lips in slow, wide circles. When her breath caught, he slipped it between her folds, sliding in her sweet juices until he found the tight bud lying in wait.
With his first touch, her thigh muscles tensed, pulling her legs even wider apart. With his first lick, her stomach tightened, lifting her mound to his face.
He was on the verge of losing control. Her body was so ripe, so ready for him, and his cock was so damn hard it hurt. Still, he wouldn’t fuck her. Not yet.
Instead, he flicked his tongue over her clit until she shuddered with need, then slid two fingers into her sodden pussy, pumping in and out until she cried for more.
“Please, please fuck me now.”
Her willful submission drove him mad with need, yet he refused to give in…until she rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her ass into the air.
Soft flesh begging for his touch sat inches from his face. He parted her luscious cheeks, tasted her ass, and slid his fingers into her tight pussy. She rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, driving his fingers deeper.
Then he slipped those delving fingers out of her pussy and pressed on her tight hole, and she opened to him with a sigh.
* * * * *
Jane was going crazy. Stark raving mad, thanks to Josh. What did he do to her body! What was he doing to her mind, and her heart? Holy shit! It had to be against the law.
She concentrated on relaxing her ass muscles, welcoming his finger inside, but the moment he broke the barrier, she felt herself hurling toward climax.
She couldn’t come yet! He hadn’t even gotten inside yet! She had to have him inside.
“Stop!” she pleaded.
He slid his finger out, and her asshole closed tight again. Her pussy muscles clenched then relaxed, so close to the spasm of an orgasm she could feel it in her throat.
“What’s wrong?”
“You. I mean…” She sat facing him. “I want you inside of me. What do I have to do to get it? You’re driving me crazy.” Shit, looking at his flushed face and rumpled hair was enough to send her over the edge, and those arms…and that chest…and that cock!
“Show me how much you need me.”
“Haven’t I done that already?” She sat back and brazenly parted her legs. “Look at me! I’m sopping wet.”
Oh, that was a hot expression. “Show me more,” he grumbled.
She ran her hands over her tits, then down her stomach to her mound. “Look at my pussy, swollen and ready for you. So tight.” The folds were slick as she ran her finger down the center. She parted the inner lips and slid a finger inside, concentrating on clamping the inner muscles around her finger. That felt damn good!
“Oh, yeah.” He smiled a lopsided grin. “And your ass. I love your ass.”
She turned around and lifted it up to his face. “Look at my ass. Do you want to fuck it?”
“Oh, yeah. I’ll make it so good for you.”
Swallowing a lump of fear, having never been fucked in the ass, but assuming it hurt like hell, she swayed her hips in front of him. “Fuck it. I want you to.”
“Are you sure? I promise I’ll go slow. Do you trust me?”
“I trust you.”
He growled and left, returning a moment later with a tube of lubricant and a condom.
What had she just gotten herself into? She watched as he opened the tube, never more conscious of his huge girth.
“Give me your hand, love.” He handed her the condom, and she slid it on him.
Holding out her hand to him again, he squeezed onto her palm a large blob of the slick goop then he motioned toward his cock. Her gaze locked to his, she wrapped her hand around his thick cock and squeezed. His eyelids fell closed and his expression turned hard. That was encouraging. She liked to see him taking pleasure as well as giving it. She slowly slid her hand down to the base and then back up to the head several times, feeling the twitch of muscle lying under the velvety skin through the condom cover. “How’s that?”
“Good. Now let me have that ass.”
She kneeled on all fours and braced herself for pain. The probing of his cock’s head between her parted ass cheeks sent waves of heat to her pussy. Her gut clenched, her face flamed, and her breathing rasped in her own ears. She concentrated on opening to him, relaxing her muscles. She inhaled slowly and exhaled, wanting to resist the probing of his cock, yet also wanting to feel it inside.
Then that impossibly huge head broke the barrier and her ass muscle, which felt stretched beyond belief, clamped tight around it.
“Oh my God!” She’d never felt anything like this. It was…beyond words. Beyond comprehension. This was the ultimate test of trust. The ultimate giving. The ultimate pleasure.
Heat rocketed through her body as he pushed that glorious cock deeper into her ass. Her mind shut off completely, and only the rawest of sensations reached her. The sound of his groans of pleasure, the feel of his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, the pounding of her own heart in her ribcage. The breath that had caught somewhere between her lungs and her mouth.
She was going to come. Just like that. She felt the orgasm begin in the pit of her stomach and spread outward, and just as he sunk himself to the hilt into her ass, her pussy and ass spasmed in a body-wracking orgasm.
She gasped and rode wave after wave of orgasm as her ass milked Josh’s swollen cock. The sweet pulsing seemed to last an eternity, and she prayed it would never end. Yet, eventually it did. As the last twitches exploded through her body, he slipped out.
Suddenly she felt very empty. Her head cleared, and her speaking function returned. “How the hell do you do that?” she asked between panting breaths.
“Do what?”
“Hold out?”
“It’s all in the head. Delaying orgasm only makes the lovemaking all that much more enjoyable. It’s not all about getting the big-O. It’s about giving pleasure. It’s about loving your body, soul and spirit.”
“All well and good, but I couldn’t hold out.”
“That’s good. I want you to lose control. But I hope you’re good for another round because I’m not through with you yet.” He winked.
Much to her surprise, she found herself hot with need all over again.
“This time, I’m on top.” He forced her onto her back, and she didn’t resist, enjoying the way his firm touch felt. There was something thrilling about his taking charge in lovemak
ing. She loved it. He slid off the condom, parted her legs and stroked her clit. “Such a beautiful pussy. Such a beautiful, loving, giving woman.”
She felt her thighs and stomach tighten as he forced her legs wider. Then he kneeled between them, his body at a ninety-degree angle to hers, and plunged deep inside.
“Oh God!” She opened herself wider, wishing his cock would touch her deepest parts. She felt so alive. So whole. So loved. She opened her eyes and looked up, shocked to see him relaxed and smiling down at her. Tender love was etched in his every feature, from his sparkling eyes to his broad smile. Even though he wasn’t speaking the words, she knew, she heard them with her heart.
She wanted to be his forever. She wanted to have his children, to celebrate his joys and hold him in sorrow. He was her future. She didn’t want to think of living another day without him.
I love you, Josh. Forever.
She reached up and intertwined her fingers with his, squeezing his hands, and he squeezed back, sending a steady current of electricity into her palms. Warmth buzzed up her arms, over her chest, and down her stomach. It tickled her insides, hopping around in the pit of her belly before shooting south and settling between her legs. She sighed.
The zaps increased in frequency, and instead of tickling warmth, smoldering heat flamed through her body. He steadily loved her, his cock sliding out, hovering just outside her weeping pussy then plunging deep inside. He released one of her hands, and pinched her clit. White bolts played before her eyes, and her body stiffened. She gasped in surprise and joy, overwhelmed by the sensations and emotions roiling inside her like a tempest. Her pussy clamped onto him, pulling him deeper, willing him to never leave. Suddenly she rocketed toward another orgasm, completely unable to stop herself. Every muscle in her body tensed, even cramping the soles of her feet.
“Slow, love.” He stopped moving inside and lifted his fingers from her clit. “Don’t come yet. We’ll come together.”
“Oh…” He wasn’t asking for much! Having him inside at last was making her insane, and he wanted her to wait for him? She tried to hold back, taking inventory of each sensation, hoping that might slow her eager body to meet his pace. She relaxed her muscles, beginning with the ones clamped tight around his cock.