Page 18 of Little Shake of Salt

“Demi,” I panted, my eyes fluttering.

“Talk to me,” she said. “Tell me what feels good.”

My cheeks burned as I clenched around her. “Harder, faster.”

She did exactly as I said, and I felt pleasure curl all the way to my fin tips. Her other hand settled right above my slit, her thumb circling my clits, creating a rhythm that sent me over the edge.

I arched as I cried out loud enough to send a school of fish bolting away. My orgasm burst through me, a sonar pulse in every nerve ending, my moans following as a euphoric rush followed.

Every muscle melted like a wax candle and I sighed happily. I was floating, dreamy with the woman I’d always wanted riding my tail.

I opened my eyes and spotted her satisfied smirk. She reminded me of a catfish right now, lording herself over me. As if we were finished.

I lifted Demi with ease, enjoying her surprised squeak as I flipped her around, her ass facing me as I settled her pussy rightover mine. Her thighs clamped around me, her hands planting against my tail. I felt her fingertips on my scales, her heart beating so fast. Her arousal made my mouth water, the scent making me desperate to watch her come undone for me.

“Ride me,” I said roughly. “I want you to come for me.”

Demi’s head tossed back as she started to rock her hips. She bucked and writhed, her pussy drenching my own, rubbing against my clits in a way that awakened more need. Iknewshe was my mate, because I’d never felt this feral before. I wanted her to mark me, fuck me, accept our bond, and let me drag her down to my bed and mate her for hours and hours.

She moaned, bubbles leaving her mouth as she chased her orgasm. She kept grinding against me, but it wasn’t until I leaned forward and pressed my lips against her neck and shoulders that she started to shudder.

Her euphoric cry was my own siren song. Music to my ears, the only sound I wanted to hear for the rest of my life.

I just hoped that soon, Demi would feel the same way about me.

5 /LITTLE SAILOR

Demi

I sprawled out on a cushion on the cavern floor, smiling at Marina dreamily as she lounged in the pool. She’d shifted back into her smaller form and had drawn her hair back with a shell clip, her breasts on full display.

I could stare at her all day and night.

Now that I wasn’t completely freaking out about everything, I took a moment to look around the cavern. I’d lit the candles once we came back here, so warm light flickered as I took it all in.

She’d really thought of everything.

Some of the ice in my chest melted.

For so long, I’d been doubtful that I could ever meet someone who’d truly fit into my life. Or that I’d meet someone where I felt like I fit into theirs. Going on a first date at Creature Cafe had really been done from a place of “why not, I guess?” which didn’t exactly feel fair now.

That date meanta lotto Marina. While I didn’t truly know her yet, I could see that much.

I reached for the basket of items she’d left here and opened the top, peering inside. There were snacks, a bottle of fresh water, a blanket—and rope.

My brows lifted.

“What are you thinking about, little sailor?” she asked warmly.

The water sloshed as she came to the ledge, propping her elbows up on the stone. I turned over on my side to face her, sliding my hand toward hers. Our fingers tangled like a net.

“You,” I said. “Also about how much work you put into this little cavern. Did you know I lived close to here?”

She shook her head. “No. It’s really the only underwater cave I could find that would work, though. One of my brothers told me about it.”

“Brothers?” I asked. “How many siblings do you have?”

She made a face, humming to herself. “Oh gods. Let me count.”