“No,the gem.”
He pulls at my ass, spreading me to get a better view. His hand traces the bottom of my lips while the underwater hand swirls slow circles over my clit.
“It’s, oh god—” The finger presses against my lips, inching higher as he teases the sensitive nerves at my entrance. “My…my…”
I can’t form a fucking thought beyond getting off.
“Use your words, Marta.” He plunges his thick finger into my channel. My walls clench over him greedily, wanting him to be rougher, to fuck me with his hand.
“Clit,” I sigh, “it’s called a clit.”
“Interesting,” he hums.
Removing his hand from inside of me, he shifts, pushing open my legs and spreading me wide.
“I wonder what it tastes like?” he says before slipping beneath the water’s surface and grabs me. His hands, holding my stomach, pull my ass back against his face. He moves low, and tilts my hips back so that my legs settle over his shoulders.
His hold on me is tight as he licks my slit from clit to ass. His pace is torturously slow, and I buck against his mouth in retaliation. I need more.
He nips at my inner thigh as if to scold me, and I’m almost annoyed at the pain before he works his finger into my pussy. But when his tongue picks up the pace, any pain only heightens the pleasure.
I release one of my hands from the wall to pluck at my nipple. When I look down, the bottom of my chin dipping below the water. I can only see a watery blur of his gray jaw working open and closed over my sex.
Stupidly, I wonder when Raf’ere will come up for air.
I almost forgot about the gills, I realize as I make a sharp cry of pleasure when he sucks my clit between his lips.
The slow, delicious start of a well-earned orgasm builds in my core. Sparks and electricity signal to my body that I need a little more to crest over the edge.
But just as I’m ready to give way to my release, his mouth leaves me. He surfaces, wrapping his arms around me.
“I want to watch your expression when you come on my face,” he says, his tone no longer suave. There’s a needy edge to his voice, as though he’s desperate for me.
And holy shit, do I want to watch him work me.
He pulls me up and sits me right on the edge of the pool. As he sinks to his knees, I can’t help but thread my fingers into his shoulder length white hair. When I touch him, there’s a flash of something strange behind his eyes—but he quickly switches back to the mask I know before placing a hand on my breast, massaging it deeply.
With hooded eyes he descends, and my legs snap open. I pull him closer, but he resists, taking his time.
“Tell me you want to come…tell me you want me to make you feel good.”
“Please,” I beg him, so close to the edge.
“Say it.”
“Please, Raf’ere, make me come,” I breathe.
On command, he closes his mouth over my clit, sucking and thrumming it with his tongue.
We lock eyes while he works, some unspoken pact that we won’t look away from each other has formed. Even as my back arches, even as the pulses of pleasure beg me to close my eyes,I look at him.
Only when the taut thread inside me finally snaps do I shut my eyes. He slides me back into the warm waters of I’loh, wrapping his arms around me. We float together for a while before I slump against him, letting the weightlessness drift me into some post bliss meditative state.
I don’t fully come to when he pulls me out of the water or wraps me in something dry and warm. I vaguely feel Nubbins rustling beside me as we scale the stairs.
* * *
When I open my eyes, I’m in Raf’ere’s bed and he’s attempting to wring the water from my hair.
