“Ronit?”
“Yes, Mei.”
“Can I touch you?”
Her question stumps me. “Yes, of course, you can touch me.”
She leans forward and presses her lips to my skin, nervous, shy. Like she expects me to yell at her and scream at her to stop. Like I might call her a monster.
My moan isn’t a choice or a decision; it just happens. Mei is kissing me, her lips dragging over my skin, her tongue flicks out, hot and soft, tasting me, and the whole while, she is grinding against my cock, and I don’t think she even knows.
My pheromones fill the air, and I feel my knot growing again.
She squeaks.
“Problem, Mei?”
“You’re…it moves?” Her eyes are as wide as saucers.
My cock circles her entrance and then comes up to flick her clit.
She starts to shake, her nails biting into me. Her blackberry scent saturating the air.
“Pleasant surprise?” I huff a laugh.
She grinds down on me. “How?”
“I am a Siren, Mei. Our anatomy is different. I can move my penis independently. Stroke you, inside and out,” I whisper. “Would you like to feel?”
She gets wetter, and I slip inside of her just a little bit, my cock flexing and expanding as I rub on her inner walls, slowly pushing deeper.
Mei pants in my arms, clinging to me.
“This…is…you can’t…ugh, feels so good, Ronit!”
I chuckle in her ear and run my hands up her ribs, squeezing her breasts before tweaking her nipples.
She tosses her head back; her mask that’s covering her missing eyes gleams, and she doesn’t look less.
Mei has never looked weak or less.
She’s always been more.
I grab her hips, lifting her and pulling her back down. We’re moving faster in the pool, water is sloshing out, but I don’t care. I can’t stop.
Only one word from her would stop me now.
She throws her head back, her body beautifully arched in the faint moonlight. She clamps down on my cock, but I keep twisting and moving it inside her until she’s screaming and shattering apart for me. She is glorious.
I watch, memorizing every single moment, every flicker of emotion. Only then do I fuck her hard. I roll and set her on the edge of the pool steps, dragging her sopping pussy to my mouth, where I can devour it.
She tastes like blackberries and something infinitely more satisfying. I hold her hips, using my teeth and tongue until she’s crying out again.
I refuse to let her quivering body have a break. If we only have one night, I’m going to make it the best night.
She sobs for breath as she comes, again and again.
Then I move her backwards, climb up on her, and slide my cock back in. She’s so wet there’s almost no resistance.
