clitoris.
Tall, dark and handsome. Oh, and silent. Helena let
out a low moan that echoed in the tiny bathroom. She didn't want a
talker. Let him use his hands to tell her anything he needed her to
know.
"Yes." The word bubbled from her throat and past her
lips in a pure burst of pleasure. She said it again and again while
her clit turned to fire under her touch and her tunnel clamped down
in fluttery ripples on her fingers.
She lifted her hand from her clit but kept the other
one locked deep inside. For another moment, she pumped her fingers
in and out, slowly, just enough to keep her on the edge, but not
enough to send herself over. The water washed over her bud and sent
shivers of ecstasy shuddering through her. My perfect man would use
his tongue to do this, she thought, and her pussy contracted in a
spasm of climax that made her cry out.
She withdrew her hand and settled herself deeper
into the water. This is how it would feel for my perfect man to
go down on me. The thought was slightly incoherent, but what
could she expect this close to the first orgasm she'd had in she
couldn't remember how long? He'd bend his face between her legs,
and he'd lick her, and lick her....
"Yes!"
Helena rolled her hips to make the water slosh
across her clit, which now felt the size of her thumb. The water
rolled over her heated flesh, caressed her, teased her, and brought
her even closer to climax. A fingertip touched to her button would
have made her splinter, but oh, doing it this way was
so...much...nicer....
She couldn't hold on any longer. The delicious
pleasure-pain had built up in her center to the point she could no
longer stop it. She was coming in a rush, a flood, a hurricane of
ecstasy washing over her in waves so strong she felt as though she
were going to lift right out of the tub and ride them to the stars.
Her body convulsed, making the water push that much harder on her
clit. She came again, hard on the heels of the first climax, which
hadn't quite ended.
Helena flew. She gasped. Her cunt and clit spasmed
and rippled, and each contraction made another burst of sensation
tear through her. Then, finally, her body's movements slowed and
faded, gentled to nothing, and she lay back in the water, trying to
catch her breath.
If I could find a man who could do that, she
thought, I'd follow him to the bottom of the sea, if I had to.
He rose
again through the water's blackness toward the blackness above. He
burst from the surface, this time not fearing the air's sting.
Maybe he was getting used to it. His gill slits fluttered, open and
closed, but couldn't process the air they way they could filter it
from the water. He opened his mouth to take in a gulp of the stuff,
but it was flavorless as well as without color, and he felt only an
uncomfortable heaviness in his chest when he did.
She was singing again. He heard her voice even over
the crashing of the waves against the shore. Her voice was lovelier
than anything he'd ever heard, even if he understand only a little
of what she was saying.
Jeenai floated in the shallow water for a while,
listening. She likes to walk along the beach at night. He liked to
watch her move with the twin supports he knew were called legs
moving with such swift efficiency over the sand. In the water, she
would flounder where he is strong, but there on land, she had the
advantage over him.
His heart thudded in his chest at the sight of her
pale hair, caught and tangled by the night breeze. A wave lifted
and took him closer to her. Now he saw the flash of her bare skin
as she waded in the froth of sea foam at the edge of the waves. She
had breasts, like a fem, but her center was exposed for the world
to see instead of being tucked away inside her. The dark triangle
between her legs advertised the pleasure to be had there. His cock
thickened and grew longer in response.
She was beautiful. He longed for her in a way he had
never longed for