I move my hand over to my neglected nipple. I twirl it between my thumb and forefinger. It’s like setting off fireworks in my mind.
I pull sharply and suddenly I’m cumming. My balls have drawn up and I’m spurting everywhere. I’m crying out. Euphoria is scattering my thoughts. Ecstasy is rearranging my mind. But through it all I stare deep into Blue’s eyes.
Eventually, and far too soon, I collapse, sweaty, breathless and spent.
Holy fuck.
That was the best orgasm of my life.
Chapter fifteen
Blue
Sammy is so beautiful. His hair is a tangled mess against the pillow. Sweat is beading his brow. His face is flushed and his eyes sparkling. I have never seen a more divine sight.
My heart is pounding. The privilege of watching him in his most intimate moments was intense. His desire and lust is pure and sacred. Not a drop of darkness in it, just like there is none in him.
He has weathered storms, for sure. Parts of him are chipped and worn. Brittle edges. But for all the darkness that has surrounded him, none has seeped into his soul to fester. He remains a shining bright light. And I am in awe.
I wish I was like him. I wish more people were. He is beyond precious and it is sad to think he does not know this. If only I could show him. Let him see himself the way that I do.
“You good?” he asks, still breathless from his orgasm.
I nod and smile. I’m very good. Not only is Sammy wonderful, I’m also delighted to discover that there are ways I can still enjoy intimacy. My opinion on being touched hasn’t changed. But watching Sammy pleasure himself was deeply enjoyable.
I suppose some of what I’m feeling could be the mate bond’s influence. Emotions leaking from Sammy and the bond’s own insistence. But I don’t think it matters. I’m feeling what I am feeling. Tracing a sea back to its rivers and then its tributaries is pointless. Feelings are feelings, wherever they come from.
And right now, all I want to do is continue to drink in the sight of Sammy. He looks so gorgeous. He should be spread out on a moonlit beach with the waves beating an accompaniment.
Then I could share my power with him. He could breathe while I took him deep under the waves and showed him the reefs and all the secret places of the ocean.
His eyes would light up with joy, and he would beam with excitement.
“I wish I could show you the ocean,” I say suddenly.
Sammy gives me a smile and only looks a little surprised at my sudden outburst.
“I’d love that.”
I smile back.
“Do you miss it?” he asks softly.
His hand reaches for me and then stops. I adore that he understands and respects my difficulty with touch. But I wish I wasn’t like this. I wish I could let Sammy touch me. Almost as much as I wish I could show him the ocean and see my birthplace once more.
“Very much,” I say wistfully.
Sammy’s eyes fill with empathy. “That sucks,” he says.
Something about his tone and his very modern human words makes me chuckle, even though I know he is being sincere.
He grins back at me, and just like that, my sadness evaporates. Sammy is so good for me, it’s unreal.
I sigh and flop down on my back, onto the bed next to him. His breathing has settled now. He’ll be getting sleepy soon, since it’s pretty much the middle of the night.
Sure enough, he yawns and wriggles into what I presume is a comfier position.
“Can I stay?” I hear myself asking.
