Echoes of the Tide (Deep Waters #3)

Chapter 36

CHAPTER 36

S he could see the hesitation on his face. And then she realized that while she knew a lot about her own style of sex, she didn’t know what undines even... did? She knew that he liked her mouth on him, and that he had cocks, but everything else was a mystery. He was an entirely different species, so she could only assume that meant he had different erogenous zones and other things that he preferred to happen during sex.

The hesitation at even initiating sex made her wonder if maybe those differences were more than she’d thought. Sure, she’d seen his cocks. She knew he had two of them and that gave her ideas for all sorts of possibilities. She’d even sucked him off, so she knew he wasn’t poisonous to her—although she really should have thought of that before licking him.

So she had to imagine that there were just differences in sexual practices that made him nervous. Or things she didn’t know.

What if he expected her to lay eggs?

She could feel her face pale at the thought. Oh god. What if he didn’t know what sex even was?

No, that was a silly thought. He’d come in her mouth already and she knew that he didn’t expect her to lay eggs. Unless maybe that had just been a precursor to the egg laying.

Better to just answer it all up front.

Swallowing hard, she motioned to draw him out of the water. “Is there anything I should know about... uh... sex with your kind?”

The stunned expression on his face hadn’t moved. “No?”

“That sounded like a question.”

“It is, I suppose. How does your kind mate?”

“With...” Her face was already bright red. Did she really have to have this conversation like this? “Well, you’ve already had your tongue in it, Maketes. Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Oh.” He nodded a little too vigorously. “Right. I remember.”

Okay, he was far too distracted for her to ask questions. Because his eyes were on her tits and nowhere else, which she could only imagine meant conversing was out the window. At least until after the act.

She pulled on his arm, encouraging yet again for him to get out of the water because he was so stunned with everything she was suggesting that there wasn’t much brainpower left for him.

Sighing, she watched as he stretched his body out on the stones. It didn’t escape her notice that he chose to lay out on the sharpest ones, the ones that would likely have cut her skin if she was the one stretched out on their surface. Instead, he took the brunt of that pain. If he even felt it at all.

But it lay his body out for her to play with, and she would not complain about that. Because... well, look at him.

All those muscles were flexed, primed, and ready for whatever she planned to do. Those slabs of muscles called to her. Maybe she’d drag her tongue between the grooves of his belly. Or dig her nails into the flat planes of his pecs that bounced just at the mere suggestion of her gaze. She supposed she could tease him, tempt him, make him moan with every bit of what she did to him.

She hadn’t felt like this ever in her life. This sexual dominance had never been who she was, but with his gaze on her like that, as though she was the most beautiful woman on the planet, she felt like she could do anything.

Ace pulled her shirt off, up and over her head. She could feel his gaze trailing along her body and, for the first time in her life, she didn’t want to hide. She didn’t care if he saw the softness of her belly, or the rolls on the sides when she sat a certain way. All she cared about was that he burned for her. His gaze devoured every bit. He didn’t hesitate or skip over certain parts. He just looked at her and she could see the need in his eyes.

Those giant hands came up to cup her ribs, lifting her breasts and holding them together. “Look at you.”

Yes, she wanted him to look at her. She wanted him to luxuriate in everything she was, because right now, she felt powerful.

Leaning down, she kissed him. Their tongues tangled, the ridges on his giving her all kinds of ideas of how to use them. Because she already had before. She’d felt those ridges sliding through her folds and knew how incredible it felt for him to be between her thighs. But right now, she just wanted to enjoy the power.

So she leaned down and indulged her senses in every part of his body. She grabbed onto his flexing shoulders, feeling the sheer power in them as he held himself back. She slid down his body, writhing over the ridges of scales that pressed against her in all the right places. She did exactly as she’d wanted to, dragging her tongue between the hollows of his abs and tasting the brine of the sea on his skin.

Then she slid even farther down, finding the scales that hid his cocks from her sight. He was doing such a good job hiding them, but up close, she could see the slightest parting of the scales where they pressed from deep inside.

“Are you going to let them out?” she rasped, her mouth already watering for them.

“I had planned on enjoying you for a little while first,” he growled, but then his hips bucked as though he couldn’t stop himself.

Her fingers toyed with the slight opening, sliding against the delicate flesh that was revealed beneath the scales. “What would happen if I licked you here? Would that feel good?”

He stared down the muscles of his body at her, already panting. Every breath flexed the gills at his ribs and still, he looked at her like he was starving. “I honestly don’t know,” he growled before they popped right out of those scales.

She’d forgotten how glorious his cocks were. Of course, she’d only seen them up close the once, but really she wasn’t sure how she’d forgotten the massive length of them. The gray skin glistened in the light, the slickness looking like oil in the sunlight. The sheen of them was even more captivating because she could only guess at how they would feel.

She wanted him to drown in her, just like she was drowning in him. So she wiggled higher up his tail and cupped her breasts on either side of his cocks. The soft slide of him past her skin was tantalizing, but she was more interested in the sound he made when he did so.

He arched his back, those hips almost trying to get away from her as his eyes screwed up tight. All of his gills flared wide again, fluttering so hard she worried they might break. He was such a picture of desire. With his head thrown back, the tendons of his neck tight as she worked him with her breasts. Up and down, slowly. Both of his cocks pressed against each other so they were both enveloped in slick heat.

There was that feeling of power again. She was more than in control. She played his body like she was a musician and he was her instrument. The groans and moans that escaped from his mouth were the song she made.

His webbed hands grabbed at the rocks, holding on for dear life as she showed him a pleasure she was damn well certain no undine had ever shown him. Then he was reaching down, grabbing onto her and hauling her up his body. Every inch of her slid against his cocks, though, certainly something he hadn’t thought about because he let out a little whimper before kissing her harder than he had before.

“You have to stop,” he panted, pleading with her. “I want to enjoy you and every moment of this.”

“Are you not enjoying yourself?” she asked, leaning back to pull off her pants. When she was bare against him, she pressed herself against the warmth of his belly.

He arched underneath her, spreading her slickness over his skin as though he couldn’t get enough of her. “Too much. Enjoying myself too much, kefi.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

Those webbed fingers speared through her folds, pressing against her clit and rubbing there almost frantically. Like he needed her to enjoy herself. Like he wanted to feel her pleasure just as much as she had given him.

He grabbed onto her waist, lifting her easily as he turned her around. Flat on her belly, she stared down at his cocks while her pussy was presented to his gaze. She only had a second to feel slightly uncomfortable being so spread before he made that sound of pleasure again.

“Suck, kefi, I’m done behaving.”

Crack .

His hand smacked first one side of her ass, then the other. Again, another round of smacks until she reached for his cocks and sucked the first one into her mouth. She ran her tongue along the head, moaning as he dove for her pussy and feasted.

His tongue was everywhere. No skill. No finesse. Just pure, unadulterated need for the taste of her all over him. She groaned again, feeling those ridges on his tongue rub over her clit, back and forth, flicking so many times she felt like she was going to lose her mind.

He speared her. His tongue sinking deep inside of her, sliding in and out, the thickness of it and those ridges doing something that she’d only thought toys could do. She hadn’t realized... she didn’t think...

She leaned off of his cocks, breathing hard as she whimpered, “So good. You’re so good at that.”

The vibration of his answering growl nearly sent her into oblivion. But she didn’t want to fall first. She wanted him to come so hard that he would never forget this moment.

Until she remembered that she was in control here. That while he might want to be in control, he wasn’t.

Drawing away from him, she felt a shiver of need trail down her spine when he made a sound in the back of his throat, like she had taken away something precious. Something... She turned around on him and suddenly couldn’t think as she saw that long, black tongue dart out. He licked at his lips like he had just drank the finest of creams.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, but she could not let him distract her like this. She had a purpose. She had a plan. So she turned around on him, planted her hand on his chest, and then reached between them.

“I have always wanted to try this,” she said with a soft gasp as the head of him brushed against her pussy. The heat that poured from him seared her to the bone.

“Try what?” he asked, bucking up against her like he couldn’t control himself.

“Two at once.”

She breathed the words out like a prayer, and then notched him in both places. She’d dreamt about this before. Never with a human man, but always with some dark, shadowy figure that filled her dreams with broad shoulders and heated words.

Maketes’s hands came down on her hips, his breathing ragged and his eyes a little wild. “Wait, hang on.”

Even though it was strange to hear those words, she froze and waited for him to continue. The look in his eyes was more than just passion now. There was the slightest hint of panic.

“What is it?”

“I’ve never...” He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. “I’ve never done this before.”

The words came to a screeching halt in her mind. He’d never...

Did he mean he’d never done this?

She opened her mouth and the words that fell out were, “What do you mean you’ve never done this before?”

“My people are violent in mating, and few males survive afterward. I am a smaller male, very attractive to the opposite sex because of my size and the ease with which they would beat me. But I wanted to live. I knew I likely wouldn’t come out of such a battle without...” He swallowed again, and she thought maybe this time it seemed more like a gulp. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

There it was. The truth of his anxiety. Because he didn’t know what he was doing, and suddenly this was all so overwhelming. Before, he’d been the one playing her body. But right now, he just needed reassurance that this wasn’t going to be like with the others.

She leaned down, brushing her lips against his. “I promise I will be gentle. Nothing about this has to be violent, not unless you want it to be.”

“I really don’t want it to be,” he murmured.

“Then I will be soft. I will be gentle.”

“Soft,” he groaned, his head hitting the stone behind him. “You really are so soft.”

“Can I keep going?”

At his jerking nod, she slid down. Working herself over him. The first inch of him stretched her near to bursting, but she was a determined woman and she’d never been a quitter. The second inch slid a little easier, and then the third was almost too wide. She was panting now, a sweat breaking out as she lifted herself and plummeted, each time taking more and more of him.

She was so full. Stuffed beyond thinking, beyond existing. All she could feel was the sensation of him, the fullness, the slick slide as he plunged deeper and deeper into her body. Her mind fractured, her breathing becoming even faster, her heart thundering in her chest.

Then she was there. Her clit pressed against the scales of his tail and she could breathe again. Taking in a deep lungful, she finally looked up at him to see that wide-eyed gaze.

“You take me so well,” he said, his voice tinged with wonderment. “You’ve never been more beautiful.”

Maketes reached out a hand and pressed it against her belly. She looked down to see a bulge there. A bulge that was him inside of her. She could feel him throbbing in both her pussy and her ass, feel the heat of him as he pulsed again and again.

She lifted, and he hissed out a long, disappointed sound. Freezing, Ace looked at him with a question in her eyes.

“I just...” He hesitated before blurting. “I thought it would be longer than that.”

“Maketes,” she said with a slight laugh before nearly lifting herself off of him. “It’s only just begun.”

She let herself fall. Dropping down on him with all the force of her weight, and watched as his eyes widened. She lifted herself again, the slow slide that had both of them moaning before falling. Again and again. Landing harder and harder each time.

He’d never done this. She didn’t even know if his kind did this at all. But now, she got to watch his eyes roll back in his head as pleasure overtook him. She pounded down on him, feeling every inch of him sliding deeper and deeper.

Her muscles clenched. She could feel an orgasm grinding through her, ripping through her entire body and throwing her into oblivion. Ace stopped breathing. Stopped thinking. She was pretty sure she stopped being for a huge portion of it. Time slowed and stopped as she bent over him, taking him as deep as he could go.

She moaned, the sound echoing around them, and then suddenly, she felt him pulsing inside her as well. She could feel the thick ropes of his cum as he painted her insides, the deep, guttural sound he made echoing along with her moan.

It was the most sublime and beautiful moment she’d ever endured. Feeling him seeking out his pleasure, feeling the kick of his hips as he ground himself just a tiny bit deeper, as deep as he could go.

Panting, she stared down at him in amazement. She hadn’t known it could ever be that good. Ace had come plenty of times in her life, but that? That wasn’t just an orgasm. That was two souls intertwining.

He cupped her jaw, clearly feeling the same way. He drew her down until their foreheads were pressed together, both of them breathing hard enough that the air between them fogged.

“I was supposed to give you a gift,” he whispered. “But you are a gift from the sea itself, kefi. My joy. You make me so happy.”

Some broken part of her that had never felt wanted or needed clicked back into place. And oh, Ace’s soul glowed .