“I want them!”
“Oh, fuuuck!”
“AH, REED!” He screams out as his orgasm pulses through my hand. At the same time, my own climax is wrenched from me by the cheeks of his ass.
Hot damn.
My lucidity returns in patches as the waves of sexual bliss subside. I’m drenched in sweat and Skyler’s fluids. He’s dripping lube from his hole. The room reeks, and I’m sure my comforter is soiled.
I don’t know if I’ve ever been this content.
We take our time cleaning up, each going to the bathroom individually. After we both shower, without even asking, Skyler crawls into bed with me. This amazing man wraps his arms around me, and my affection for him grows and grows.
My inner kraken, sated as he is, wants to burst out, but I keep the other side of me at bay. Instead, I ask, “I have a question.”
“Yeah,” he whispers, kissing the back of my neck.
“Did you mean what you said?” I ask through a yawn. “About like…krakens and stuff.”
He giggles and kisses me again. “I’d be more than happy to explore your krakens and stuff.”
We both titter, and he holds me closer. “I have a question, too.”
“Shoot,” I reply.
“Was this our first date, or our second?”
I can’t help the laughter that bursts from my lips. “Last weekend, spending more than a whole day with you, was kind of amazing.”
“But this was the first formal date,” he argues.
“I think biking with you was our first date,” I say with another yawn.
“Done deal.” We both chuckle quietly, and he holds me tighter. Skyler kisses my neck as sleep rapidly overtakes both of us, a perfect, quiet night to cap off a perfect second date.
CHAPTER 14- SKYLER
THE BIRDS, BEES, and butterflies buzz about on this unseasonably warm Sunday afternoon. The scent of pollen fills my nose, and the last tree with leaves grants us shade above. Reed and I lounge about on the red checkered picnic blanket, breathing in the November air. My man has prepared us a picture-perfect lunch here at a local park.
That’s right, he’s my man. Today is date five, not that anyone is counting. We’ve been having so much fun, both in and out of bed. Having all types of sex with him is thrilling. Even if the dates don’t always end in me riding his cock, I’m genuinely enjoying dating Reed Sung.
And considering the handsome smile he shoots me after he tosses a grape into his mouth, he’s enjoying me, too. Clad in a brown blazer and black turtleneck sweater, the man looks like an international supermodel. I can’t believe this wealthy stud wants to date me.
Lifting up my DSLR camera from my neck, I zoom in on a bush a few yards away. One orange butterfly lands on a leaf, so I take advantage of the moment and capture a few shots. I wonder if it’s a bug-shifter person. As a human, I can never tell; I heard maritime monsters can’t recognize other shifters either unless they’re ocean-based creatures.
Speaking of maritime monsters, I turn my lens toward Reed. He chuckles and says, “What?”
“I can’t take a picture of you?” I ask in what I hope is a flirty tone.
“You can. But aren’t there better subjects you wanna snapshot?”
“Not likely,” I murmur with a smile.
He laughs and leans back. “You can if you want.”
“Only if you don’t mind.” Putting down the camera, my smile wavers. “I won’t share them.”
“I know.” He leans on one elbow. “I’m just not a model type.”
