“You good?” I ask hoarsely.
“Rick, I swear if you don’t get inside me now, I will shift and gobble you up.”
Right after she says it, she glances back at me, like she’s checking to see how I’ll react. She’s afraid I can’t handle her brand of dark humor.
It just so happens, my sense of humor skews dark, too.
I chuckle. “Heard and understood.” I run my fingers through her lovely pussy and she groans, a delicious blend of relief and need in the sound. Relief because I understand her. Need because she wants me.
I line myself up and push inside her.
I don’t know if kelpies are different, or if it’s just because she’sher, but I swear I’ve never felt anything so good in my entire life. The fit is easy because she’s ready for me. It’s like slipping into the living, glowing heart of the sun and finding out that I belong there, that I’ve never belonged anywhere else but here, inside her.
The welcome of her body, the blissful sigh from her mouth, and the way she reaches back to grab my hand—they’re all signs that this is my place. My person. I feel like I’ve done this with her before. Like it was always meant to happen. Like she already gets me, even though we just met yesterday.
Was it really yesterday? Feels like a lifetime ago.
I take her gently. Slow at first, then at a steady rhythm. She holds my hand the whole time, her other palm pressed to the rock. I reach around to finger her clit while I’m thrusting, and I jiggle my fingers back and forth over that small bit of sensitive flesh until I can tell by her breathing that she’s almost there again. Thank fuck, because I’m about to burst.
I grab her hips with both hands and I thrust quicker, deeper. She’s a lake at sunset. Lamplight on the water. Soft beauty clasped in my fingers.
I come deep inside her while she’s quivering around me. Second orgasm for her.
Satisfaction at making her come twice flows through me, intensifying my own pleasure.
When I pull out, she spills a pearly trail onto the sand. I cluck my tongue and slip two fingers inside her to push my cum back in. She stays motionless, her insides squeezing me lightly once or twice, the aftershocks of the orgasm.
After a few seconds I pull my fingers out and give her pussy one final pet. She straightens and turns around, her face flushed and her eyes like aquamarine stars. I’m struck speechless and thoughtless for a few seconds.
“You’re gorgeous,” I manage to say at last.
“Thanks.” Her blush deepens.
“Come here.” I step in and take her chin in my hand, fitting my mouth to hers.
Her top lip is thinner than the lower one. I love the fit of her mouth against mine, the way her arms wrap around my torso like we’ve hugged and kissed before. Her tonguedips into my mouth, and I greet her with mine. We kiss again and again.
“I wish I had you in a bed,” I mutter. “We could relax in the sheets, and I could bring you a glass of wine, water, whatever you like.”
“A snack,” she says. “Iamstill hungry. And I’m going to need some clothes.”
“I got it.” I pick up my boxers and pants. “Wait right here.”
“It’s still raining pretty hard.” A worry line forms between her brows. “I could shift into kelpie form and run home.”
“But your truck’s in town. And someone might see you.”
“Not likely in this weather.”
I hesitate, not wanting to bring it up, but— “If you shift into kelpie form when you’re hungry, isn’t that bad?”
“I should be able to handle it. As a horse I’m really fast, so it’ll only be a short run to the stables. Besides, this helped. Took the edge off.” She gives me a naughty smile.
“Okay then. Your keys are in your bag, right? How about I take those and bring your truck to your place first thing tomorrow?”
“Define ‘first thing.’ I run a riding stable.”
“And I’m a diner owner. ‘First thing’ means really goddamn early.”
