As if to prove his point, another finger joined the first, stretching her beyond her usual limit. Clementine squeaked, shocked by the burn she’d always avoided when using toys. “B-But the webbing?—”
“Very. Flexible.” He punctuated each word with a slow, deep thrust of his fingers. When the heel of his palm began to grind against her clitoris, Clementine’s breath wheezed out of her. She squeezed her eyes shut against the tide of sensation that washed over her — the pressure of an approaching orgasm, the burning stretch of untried muscles, electric pops of pleasure, and the rush of magic in her veins.
His kisses were deep and drugging as he worked her body, skillfully pushing her limits even as he introduced her to pleasures unlike any she’d experienced before. Their tongues tangled, searching, taking from one another like they’d been starved of something essential. She didn’t even realize she was making desperate noises until Emory wrenched his head back to hiss, “You’re too tight for me. I need to stretch you or it will be nothing but pain.”
Clementine was almost drunk enough on sensation to sayfuck itand tell him to just put the damn thing in her, but the vivid memory of what it felt like to hold his throbbing cock stopped her at the last second.
If it had felt overwhelmingly large in her hand…
“I might need help working up to sex,” she agreed, hips rocking into his thrusting hand. Even with Emory’s natural lubrication, she balked at the size difference between his fingers and the livid, red monstrosity he normally kept hidden behind his slit.
Emory huffed a laugh. “Not too much. Look how good you’re taking three of my fingers, my Clementine. This greedy little cunt loves being stroked. She’ll love my cock even more.”
“Wait,three?I thought—Gods!”Clementine tossed her head back, her muscles tensing as she fought to adjust to the intrusion of another finger. Warm water splashed against her cheeks, forehead, and eyelids. It ran down her neck and between breasts in streams that Emory lapped up with his tongue.
After a moment of stillness to allow her to adjust, Emory began to thrust faster, deeper, and all while he kept the pads of his fingers flat against the inner wall, massaging her g-spot with ruthless precision.
The pressure grew. Clementine’s thighs shook. If he didn’t wrap his arm around her back, she worried that she would have toppled over onto the shower floor when a whisper of an electrical current coursed through Emory’s hand.
It wasn’t enough to hurt, but closer to the shock of static — if one managed to find a way to be shocked on their clitoris and g-spot at the same time.
Clementine came with a high, keening cry that echoed off of the glass and tile. Her body tensed with so much force that she had to consciously unlock her muscles as the spots began to fade from her vision.
Boneless, she let Emory guide her forward until she was practically slumped over him. He extracted his fingers gently, but just when she thought they were done, he nudged her thighs farther apart. His knuckles brushed her skin as he adjusted himself against the apex of her thighs.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she murmured into his hair, “I thought you weren’t going to use that yet.”
A groan reverberated from deep within his chest. “I want to, but I won’t. That doesn’t mean I’m going to waste my seed, though.”
Before she could ask what he meant, she felt the hot bar of his cock against her core. “Hold onto me,” he ordered, grasping her hips.
Clementine tightened her grip. A flush of satisfaction suffused her when he gave her a rumbling noise of approval and began to grind her back and forth. His cock glided through her slick, providing a tantalizing amount of friction that prolonged the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Soon enough she was rocking with him, meeting his rolling hips with her own, until a smaller, more forceful orgasm stole her breath. A moment later Emory angled her hips up and back. With heaving breaths, he took himself in hand, stroked himself hard, and then wedged the head of his cock snugly against the entrance of her cunt.
Just like before, watching Emory come was unlike anything she’d seen before.
She’d never seen someone look so powerful and yet so overwhelmed as when Emory’s orgasm made him toss his head back and shout. She’d discussed her IUD with him before, so they both knew that she wouldn’t bebredanytime soon, but that didn’t seem to diminish Emory’s pleasure as he came inside her.
Clementine hadn’t given much thought to how that would feel. It was a bodily function and, she had always assumed, a much over-blown moment in fiction. While it was true that she didn’t feel some ecstatic rush at the sensation of Emory’s release, that didn’t mean she felt nothing at all.
In that moment, Clementine felt more powerful than she ever had in all her life.
He was still breathing hard when he pulled her in close. Her whole body shook, both from the aftershocks of two orgasms and adrenaline, but he didn’t care. Emory held her tight against him and dropped small, quick kisses over her hair, her shoulder, and neck. All the while, warm water ran down her back, washing away the last of her worries.
After several long moments of content silence, Emory murmured, “What was this about you feeling like I’m trying to get away from you in the water?”
She pressed her face into the juncture between his neck and shoulder. “S’nothing.”
Huge hands skimmed up her wet back before they swept back down again in a soothing rhythm. “It’s not nothing. Tell me.”
“It’s just…” Clementine let out a long sigh. “I got left behind a lot growing up, and even as an adult. I mean, that’s how I ended up here. I know you have a completely different life out there in the water and we’re just starting to get to know each other, but when you leave all the time and then won’t let me even peek at that life… I don’t know. It brings up bad memories.”
His hands stilled. “You feel left behind by me.”
“I guess I do, yeah.”
“That wasnevermy intention.” Emory squeezed her against his chest, like he might be able to hold something together that had been broken long before they met. “I’m sorry, my mate. I never— I’m just trying to keep you safe.”
