He dove forward, mouth first, his hands holding them up for him to kiss and lick, tweaking one nipple up with the thumb and forefinger of one hand while his other held the other up to suck.
I traced my fingers through his hair, scratching my nails against his scalp, listening to him purr.
“I had no idea that mammalian characteristics were so...plush,” he said. “And desirable,” he murmured, lips hot against my skin.
I swung my arms behind myself to unzip the back of the dress and shrugged it down, freeing myself properly, and as I did, I couldn’t help but read him.
He was so hungry.
For me, for life, for everything about this moment. He wanted to lick me everywhere, all over my body, committing all of me to memory—so very fucking earnestly. His eagerness to learn was so overwhelming it was almost a distraction—and so I missed the moment when his lips dropped away from my breasts and started trailing down.
I moved to rest back on my elbows, giving him room, as he looked up at me with dark eyes, and lifted the center panel of the dress I’d been given out of the way—I hadn’t been given any underwear, and in hindsight, what Voss had done to me on the deck could’ve been so very, very much worse—but now I was glad to not have them, and to have instead sheer opportunity, as Nex’s lips sank between my legs with his eyes still on mine.
He kissed me gently at first, all tongue and taste and reason, then traced every millimeter with his fingers, stroking spit-wet spots, probing, testing, and I felt him cataloging every moment, investigating me and my responses like watching me was his most favorite thing.
“Get out of my mind, Sirena,” he said, when I was a little dizzy.
“Hmm?” I asked, fighting back to life.
“You heard me,” he said, reaching in to press the inside of my cunt with a thumb.
I frowned down my body at him. “Why?”
“Because. You already know I’m not hiding anything. And I want you inyouwhen I make you come.”
I could hardly refuse him, and yet, “How did you know what I was doing?” I asked, with a small pout.
“Because of a 0.03 second lag in your responsiveness.”
And now I was curious. “Based on what?”
“Being with you last night.”
“And...that couldn’t be attributable to...hormones? Or the threat of my imminent demise, or anything?” I said, my voice going up as I tried not to laugh.
He tilted his head slightly. “Maybe. Perhaps I just require more data,” he said, his eyes wicked and his tone dry.
“Well,” I began, “then...you’d just better...get back to science, mister.” I was only pretending I had dignity as I broke into giggling.
“That’sdoctorto you,” he corrected—then shoved his tongue into me.
48 /NEX
Sirena squealed delightfully—andwhile there was a chance that bringing her to orgasm was not the best use of my time and processing power—I couldn’t fucking help myself.
I fully understood now why humans cared obsessively about thisonething.
I dragged my tongue across her clit in the same pattern at the same pressure as she’d ground against me last night, and one of her hands jumped into my hair to hold me close.
“Oh God,” she whispered, and I purred.
I knew exactly what she needed and how to give it to her.
Her hips arched up as I took another lick, running the flat of my tongue up and down her. So much of the literature I’d consulted recommended sucking here, just like I’d given her on her nipples—or light flicks—but Sirena wanted friction.
“Right there, Nex,” she whined, bucking toward me. Her thighs were on my shoulders now, but I was still holding her open enough to reach with my thumbs. “Please—please—please—right there.” She moaned, twisting her torso like I was torturing her, pulling at one of her nipples while her other hand pulled my hair. “Oh God—oh God yes.” She whispered it like aprayer and I felt her muscles tense beneath me. “You’re going to—make—make—make?—”
She cried out, and then didn’t finish the sentence, as all of her fell apart.
