Page 17 of Little Shake of Salt

Demi kissed between my breasts, down my stomach and over the gills along my ribs. Pleasure fluttered through me, every part of me oversensitive. I moaned as her hands slid over my pelvic fins, her fingers tangling with the long wisps at the end.

Possessed by the need for her to see the rest of me, I gripped her and moved her down my tail, right below my hips. Her thighs clamped around me as best as she could, and I was surprised she was able to even hold on.

“Here,” I rasped, retracting my claws and pushing two fingers against my slit.

I parted it for her, revealing my folds.

Demi’s eyes lit up. She smoothed her palms over my scales, leaning in closer as I revealed myself to her. I was already aroused and wet, yearning for her touch.

“Do you have . . . do you have two clits?” Demi asked.

“Yes,” I said.

Every part of me trembled as I slid my fingertips over both of them. I just wanted her hands on me, not my own.

“May I touch you?”

I nodded eagerly. “Please.”

Demi pushed my hand away gently and parted my slit, lowering her face to me. Her tongue darted out, dragging over my clits, which were nestled right next to each other.

My muscles hardened as a bolt of pleasure tore through me. I cried out, my head tipping back as she licked and sucked, her fingers carefully, slowly pushing inside me.

“Demi,” I gasped, my voice ragged.

“Should I stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I hissed.

She had no idea how badly I needed this.

“I can take your entire hand.”

She looked up at me, her brows arching. “Myentirehand?”

“Yes.” I rocked my hips in demand, my tail fin swishing through the water, a thousand bubbles erupting and floating up. “All of it.”

“What about lube?”

“I assure you, I am properlywet.”

“Okay. If you need me to stop, tell me, okay?”

“I won’t need you to stop. I need you togo.”

Demi rolled her eyes at me. “You really are a princess, aren’t you? So used to always getting your fucking way.”

I hissed at her, but that only made her smile bigger. “Little sailor, I need you tofuck mewith that hand of yours.I demand it. No, Icommandit.”

“Whatever you want,princess,” she huffed.

Her thighs tightened around me, and I could feel her arousal. She leaned over, her forearm pressing right above my slit, her forehead resting against it as her tongue started to work my clits again. My nipples stiffened, my head thrashing as she carefully worked two fingers inside me. Then three . . . four . . .

My slick walls tightened around her knuckles, but then gave with ease, pleasure pulsing through me as I took her entire hand. She worked it in and out of me slowly, her tongue never tiring.

Carefully, I dragged my claws up her spine. She moaned, her hips rocking, her pussy sliding over my smooth scales. She pumped her hand in and out of me faster, and I was already so close. I’d been on edge for days now, knowing the only one who would satisfy me was my human mate. Every part of my body craved her, from fin to fin.

I tugged her braid gently and she looked up. I leaned over, kissing her on the lips.Oh, kissing her when I was four times her size felt different. But I still loved the way she opened her mouth for me, her small tongue sliding across mine as she thrust her fist in and out.