He watches me with blatant intensity but nods.
Slowly, I shave the hair from the end. His jaw tightens, and I can see words pressing against his lips, waiting to be spoken.Gathering up my courage and maintaining eye contact, I move the length under the water and brush it between my legs.
“Do Enduares play with their tails when they mate?” I ask.
He is utterly frozen. I rub the now bald end over the sensitive spot at the apex of my thighs and let the frictionless sensation of the water smooth its journey across my skin.
I moan once, enjoying each moment. His hands grip onto my hips bringing me flush against his chest as ragged breaths pump out of him. Then I position the tail at my entrance.
“Do your women even do this?” I ask, breathless.
He doesn’t respond. Slowly, I inch the tip of the tail further in. It’s not as wide as him, but it still sparks sensations that I feel from my scalp to my toes. He watches me, hungry and enraptured, as I move the tail in and out, letting my head fall back.
“Estela,” he growls as he watches me use his tail for exactly what I need. It’s torture for him, but it’s sweet. He watches with a frustrated awe unmatched by any other emotion.
The next time I thrust him deep, he pushes with me, and the tip curls forward. The acute movement shocks me, and a new type of pressure builds with alarming swiftness.
Stars glow in the cavern as I gasp, and the pressure of his muscles release only to curve right back.
“Teo,” I choke as the wave of pressure passes over me with the swiftness of a building crumbling to the ground.
For a second, I black out completely, only roused by my sweet Enduar, holding me close in the water.
“My love,” he pants.
Love.
“I love you… That was…”
He growls in my ear. “It was beautiful. You are like a puzzle, one that I wish to spend all my time solving. I will keep my tail shaved from this moment forward if it would bring you such sweet release.” He looks down at me, his eyes full of desire. “Ionly wonder what other marvelous things your sweet body can do.”
My heart continues to race in my chest as I nod, boneless.
Hopeless.
I open my mouth, but no words come out.
“Shh, sweetness.”
I shake my head, swallowing against the pounding of my heart. “No, please. I feel like that was just…”
Slipping my fingers into the waistband of his trousers, I pull them down just enough to graze his cock with the tips of my fingers.
“Don’t ask for me out of obligation,” he growls, even though he grabs his shirt and pulls it off.
I shake my head. “Believe me—I want this.” I guide the head to the pounding between my legs, sighing in relief as he grabs both my wrists and pins them above my head.
My heartbeat thrums through my body as his other hand comes down and circles around my throat.
“You are mine,” he growls, pushing in. I feel so filled. Stretched. Impaled. Cared for, and powerful.
Whole.
The world blossoms with new colors with each stroke. Such beautiful pleasure curls my toes and slides over my skin, until finally, he joins me in the bliss. The hunger fades.
The fear is gone.
“I am ready to go to the ocean with you.”
