“Fuck!” I cried out and spurted into the water.
My body thrashed involuntarily, the orgasm reviving me so that instead of falling into my usual post-coital stupor, I sat up and turned to straddle my mate, as I'd wanted to do upon first entering the water.
“Ah, you're feeling stronger, I see,” Cyn drawled.
Wriggling over his cock, I grinned, then claimed that hard piece of flesh, holding it at the base so I could impale myself upon it. “Stronger and hornier.”
Cyn groaned as I slid down his slick shaft. Or rather, tried to slide down it. I only got an inch before things got difficult. And it wasn't the usual situation of working past my muscles.
“Ugh! We're wet. Why does it feel as if we're trying to fuck dry?” I whined.
“I guess you've never had sex in the water before.”
I grimaced at him. “Where would I have done that?”
“I don't know. A lake?”
“Because there are a lot of lakes in the Forgotten?”
“You could have gone for a walk in the forest.”
I rolled my eyes. “Sure. I used to love to go for strolls in the Tuvasi with the random men I picked up.”
Cyn growled.
“Easy now.” I leaned back. “I said 'used to.'”
Cyn's face twitched as he got his dragon under control. “It's too soon in our mating for you to speak of . . . your past.”
“Sorry.” I cupped his cheeks. “Are you all right?”
He nodded, then bent his head to my chest.
Stroking his hair, I asked. “Are we going to give this another try?” Then I clenched around the head of his cock—the only bit of him I'd been able to get in me.
Cyn lifted his head, a smile returning to his face. “Water doesn't work like oil. It's wet but not slick.” He motioned to the shelf that held the bath soaps, and a stream of water slipped out of the tub, undulating through the air to wrap around another bottle. Then the water brought the bottle over to me, holding it aloft until I took it. “This is almond oil. Fragrant, sweet, and perfect for our needs. If you're a good boy, I'll massage you with it later.”
I took the bottle, and the water fell back into the tub. “A good boy? Are you sure you don't want me to be a bad boy?”
Cyn's grin turned wicked. “Bad boys don't get massaged with oil. They get rubbed down with it and fucked.” He nipped my lower lip. “Again and again.”
“Yes, please!”
I opened the bottle of oil, then realized I'd have to get up to apply it. Water sluicing from me and bubbles clinging to my body, I stood. My legs were still shaky, but my mate steadied me as I poured some of the sweet-smelling oil into my hand. Cyn took the bottle from me, holding it while I coated my entrance and my cock, then I capped the bottle, and another ribbon of water returned it to the shelf. Better prepared to be bad, I sank into the water and over my lover's lap once more. This time, his cock slid smoothly into me, instantly hitting all those lovely spots.
Grabbing Cyn's shoulders, I moaned as shivers zinged over my belly. “Nowthisis amazing.”
“Indeed, it is. But it can get even better.” Cyn gripped my hips and pulled me firmly onto his dick.
Pushing down with my mate, I took him as deep as he could go, flattening my ass on his thighs and grinding. Then, using my grip on his shoulders to steady me, I undulated on him, squeezing him internally. My channel tingled, sending thrills through me and clenching my thighs.
“My glorious mate,” Cyn moaned, bending his head to kiss my neck. “I love the way you hold me.”
“And I love the way you fill me.” I nudged his head until he lifted it and gave me what I wanted—his lips.
The kiss was searing, but I didn't quicken my pace to match it. My body was languid from the hot water and my earlier orgasm. I'd had my quick release. Now, I wanted to luxuriate in Cyn.
Cyn's cock throbbed inside me, and his hands kneaded my ass. So many glorious sensations. He ended our kiss, but only to nibble on my neck again. Teeth scraping. Tongue flicking. Then he pulled me forward, and I stretched out atop him, melting again. My legs went straight along the outside of his, but my hands continued to grip his broad shoulders, keeping me in place. Cyn's hands, still on my ass, helped too, holding me right where I needed to be.
