He shoved in farther, making my eyes roll back in my head.
“Schwint! Wait!”
He extricated his tongue and looked up over my body, his eyes meeting mine. “Yeah? You okay? Change your mind?”
“God, no!” I took another deep breath. “Can you do that later?”
“Sure, why?”
“I want you inside me now. Please.” I reached for him. “I need all of you inside me right now!”
He let my legs fall onto his thighs, and he rose above me, arms jutting down on either side of my head to support his weight. His face lowered to mere inches from mine. “Whatever you want, my man.”
He closed the distance and kissed me. Deep, hard, slow. Conveying things neither of us wanted or were ready to say.
Finally, he pulled away and repositioned his cock to where I could feel it teasing my hole.
He arched an eyebrow, requesting permission.
“Fuck, yeah. Now!” I grabbed both of his shoulders and gripped hard. “And, Schwint?”
“Yeah?”
“Make sure I can feel those balls slapping against me as you do!”
He let out a burst of laughter and plunged into me. “Yes, sir!”
Twenty-Three
BRETT WRIGHT
“You’vegot to be kidding me!”I knew she wasn’t. As much I’d grown to love Lelas and respect her limitless wonderful qualities, she didn’t have a sense of humor at all. It seemed to be a mer trait. It was as if the ocean floor would split open and the seas pour through if someone dared to crack a joke.“We just got back three days ago! I have a good solid week more of eating before I’m even going to begin to feel full!”
“We have stayed here a longer period of time than what is respectful.”Lelas ran a hand through the kelp that made up the outer layer of my hut.“I am sure the only reason we have tarried so long is due to the hunt and the preparations needed to get ready for that.”
“Preparations? Do you mean informing me that I was going on a life or death hunt, or the packing of all those picnic baskets to take with us for the journey?”I shook myself inwardly. None of that was Lelas’s fault. She was the only reason I’d had any warning at all. Don’t shoot the messenger. I tried to remove the irritation from my tone. I don’t think I succeeded.“Sorry.”I motioned toward the kelp she was still caressing.“And what do you mean, we’ve been here longer than what’s respectful?”
Her puzzled expression suggested I might as well have asked an obvious question, like where we might find water.“We have used this portion of life too long. We are taking too much from the kelp forest and from the lives that depend on its health to survive.”
“So, you guys do this often?”
“If you are inquiring if the tribe moves from place to place frequently, yes.”
I crossed my arms over my chest.“That would have been nice to know.”
She gave a sly grin.“If you had been informed, you are suggesting that you would have chosen not to stay here and searched out other living situations?”
Maybe she had gained a sense of humor, after all.“Sarcasm, eh? I really am a bad influence on you.”
“I know not of the meaning of sarcasm, but I have been warned of the possible negative effects of choosing your company.”
“Really? I was just kidding.”I leaned closer, narrowing my eyes at her.“Who’s been telling you that?”Probably would be more efficient to ask who hadn’t been telling her that.
She ignored my question.“I think we will travel south. I love being in the kelp. All the seals and fish are so much fun. However, I love the warmer waters.”She let go of the seaweed and settled on the ground, smoothing the sand around the fibrous bulb, as if tucking it into bed.“Besides, why do you sound angry about the hunt? I was under the impression you decided you enjoyed the experience.”
“I did.”
Her face crinkled in distaste.
