I started breathing harder, and went still—except for planting my hand on top of his hand, where his thumb was fluttering against me. And then my hips started moving of their own accord, pushing forward for greater friction, and then retreating deeper onto him, letting him stir me deep inside.
“Yes,” he whispered. “You’re wet enough to compromise friction coefficients. Pressure variance confirms increased blood flow to target zones.”
He thumbed me gently again, as though confirming his own math. “Lubrication at ninety-eighth percentile. You’re beyond ready. And your internal angle is shifting—hips tilting forward to maximize clitoral contact. You’re seeking relief.”
I moaned, unable to stop myself. Heat gathered low, tight as a fist.
“You’re close,” he said, reverently. “Tension readings suggest you’re preparing to peak. You’re locking your thighs. You’re holding your breath.”
His free hand moved up my stomach to my breast, brushing lightly. “Skin temperature: rising. Nipple hardness: increased. Pupil dilation: full. Your body is running every signal I’ve been trained to read.”
His voice dropped, low and coaxing.
“Let go, Sirena. Give me the outcome I’ve been calculating for.”
He pressed his thumb just a little harder, moved his hips just a little sharper—and I didn’t need to move anymore, I just held myself in the perfect position while he both fucked and rubbed me, taking away all the control from me I didn’t want to have.
I braced both hands against his chest. I could feel his heart thudding beneath my palms, real and new, and utterly mine.
And I knew he could see everything—how close I was, how far I’d come—but I needed to say it anyway.
“Nex—don’t stop.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispered, not even blinking. “You’re so close. So beautiful. And so close.”
I started shaking. It built so fast I couldn’t hold it back. A tidal wave cresting too soon—too big. Too much.
My mouth dropped open as I looked down. I couldn’t have controlled it even if I’d wanted—and I didn’t—because I was withhim.
He wasn’t scared of me.
And I wasn’t scared of who I was, around him.
“Oh my God!” I whined, curling forward, at the same time he started chanting.
“Yes—yes—yes?—”
I gave a ragged shout as the first wave hit me. “Nex—oh God—Nex!”
His arms wrapped around me and held me, still trembling, for him. My hips kept rocking of their own accord as he shoved himself up and in.
“Nex,” I hissed against his chest, curling again, almost crying from the feeling of opening and safety.
36 /NEX
Sirena collapsed onto me,shaking.
And I held her—arms tight, body locked, all systems throttled into stillness.
I could feel everything: the rhythmic contraction of her internal muscles, the sweat blooming across her skin, the fine tremor in her thighs, the heat rising off her chest where it pressed into mine.
And—tears.
One slid across my collarbone. Saline. Warm.
Her breathing hitched—but not from fear.
My visual processors registered the difference.
