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Her eyes look up into mine now. She's afraid, so afraid. To speak how she feels. To say the words and admit them to even herself. She takes a shaky breath and speaks.
“I'm supposed to abhor being in your arms all night. I'm supposed to detest how I want you all day and night. I'm supposed to be disgusted by the way I feel when you spread my thighs.”
“Like this?” I huskily ask as I step forward, making her thighs widen for me to fit between them.
She nods and then my hands go to her thighs, gripping them so I can pick her up. Her hands fly to my shoulders, holding on as I put her on the stone ledge. I can hear her conflicted thoughts as I bring my lips to hers, but she doesn't resist my kiss, instead pressing her lips just as hard to mine. I push forward until her back is on the stone and I'm over her, between her thighs, my wet body against hers. My tongue trails lazily over hers, tasting her, savoring her as my hands ghost down her skin. She shivers and moans as I reach between us, bringing my cock to her opening. Her thighs widen even more for me, and I groan as her body welcomes me, the only male it belongs to.
I tease her first though, sliding just the tip inside of her before drawing my hips back. Her hands tighten on my shoulders, clearly urging me on but I smile against her lips. Only after I've done this a few more times, and she releases a needy whimper, do I begin to enter her. She arches as I slowly slide into her, those beautiful eyes closing as a shuddering breath travels from her mouth to mine.
My strokes are slow, my hands ghosting over her sides and thighs again and again. My lips stay on hers but not kissing, just enjoying the feel of their softness. Her hands leave my shoulders, going up my neck, into my hair. She doesn’t pull like usual, only threading her fingers through the strands, going higher and higher until she’s at my horns. She wraps her fingers around them, and I sigh. It's that sound that changes her thoughts, from focusing on the pleasure I'm giving her to how this time feels different from all the other times. How it feels like we're making love right now instead of fucking.
Does it feel like we're making love because I love him?She asks herself, her eyes snapping open at the question. She immediately dismisses the thought, but I have to fight a smile at the fact that she had it at all. That's all I need, is a thought, something to build upon. But the thought scares her enough that she bites down on my bottom lip, intent on forcing me to be rougher, drive into her harder and faster, to give her what she can understand instead of this intimacy that terrifies her. I pull my lip away, so she tightens her hands on my horns. I only gently lick along her lips. Her eyes flutter, her heart telling her to let this soft moment happen, but she doesn’t trust it. Doesn’t trust me.
“Why does it always have to be a fight, my Keri?” I ask low as I back up to be able to look at her.
Her brows furrow as she peers up at me. “I…I don't know anything else.”
Those words hurt so badly.
“Would it be so bad to just lay back and let me worship you?”
Her eyes go back and forth between mine, her mind racing. She wants to let me show her there's something other than what she's known. That she can trust me with more than just her body, maybe with her heart too. I mentally beg her to decide I'm worth that trust.
Her hands drop from my horns, and she relaxes into the stone beneath her. “Then, worship me, Linc.”
I don't waste a single second after that before kissing her again and reaching up to interlink my fingers with hers. She arches into my every thrust, her moans quiet but echoing throughout me. I slide in and out of her slowly, going as deep as I can each time I enter her, grinding myself against her clit until she gives me a breathy sigh, and then I do it all over again.
Her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer, her hands hold onto mine tighter, and her tongue circles mine with soft movements. I break our kiss, bringing my lips to her neck. A purr leaves her when I lick her skin. She's so close. Pleasure rising in her, her warmth spasming around me each time her muscles grip my cock tighter.
“Your tail,” she breathes. “I want your tail.”
I groan at just her wanting it, then groan again when I bring it between us to her clit and she bucks against me. Her hands let mine go so her arms can wrap around my neck. She holds me tight to her and I angle my hips, sliding into her, and drawing back to enter the paradise between her thighs again as my tail rubs her clit.
It begins as a sigh, as she tightens around me. It turns into a moan, as her body arches to meet me harder. Then I get a gasp from her as she explodes around me.
“Linc!” she exclaims. “More, more.”
I won't speed up, though, not when it would mean having to leave her sooner, but I do put more pressure to her clit, and I do drive into her harder, every inch of me stretching her. She gives a broken cry and a shiver rakes through me. I can't lose control. Not yet. Not when she's given me her softness for once, and I doubt it will come again for quite some time. So, I slide out, in, out, in, feeling her pleasure,bliss,she thinks of it as, trying to ignore my own pleasure pulling me closer to an edge I'm not ready to fall over. But then her thoughts hit me, and it's those, along with her warmth and wetness around me, along with her fingers digging into the back of my neck, along with her lips seeking out mine, that make me know control is no longer mine to have.
Maybe I do. Maybe I love him. Like he said, would that be so bad?
My body jerks with shock at her thoughts, and then I'm coming inside her. She moans while I stay as deep inside her as I can, her hands sliding down from my neck to my lower back, pushing me into her even more.
Maybe she loves me. It's more than I dared to hope for before.
I pull her to me until she's sitting up, her thighs wrapping around me. Then, I move back into the water with my cock still inside of her, and sit on the seat in the hot spring. It's only a few seconds that she lays there with her head on my shoulder, catching her breath, heart beating against me. Her hands are still on my skin when her mind begins rebelling at how she's letting herself be with me. No sex this time to distract her, her body turns to stone.
“No,” I say as I trail my fingers down her spine. “Don't do it, Keri.”
There's a plea in my voice I'm not sure if she hears. But I do. I don't mind.
“Don't retreat back behind those walls, Keri,” I beg. “Please. Stay right here with me.”
I hear her swallow, and can feel that she closes her eyes, trying to decide whether to stay or flee. She stays, tightening her hands on me, turning her head slightly to press a kiss to my neck. I wish I could enjoy her staying, but her thoughts won't allow it.
She's reminding herself of all the reasons she can't trust me. Of all the things she doesn't know about me, and how those unknowns might be exactly what breaks her heart. She's remembering her father, how he would come home when she was younger, so nice that she would forget the monster beneath until she'd gotten too close and he hurt her. Just to hear her compare me to him in any way turns my stomach. She calls herself a fool for letting me into her heart, for thinking of me so much, for missing me when I'm not around, and for wanting so much more from me than she thinks I can ever give.
Then she speaks, her voice so soft and low that if it weren't for my hearing, I might have missed it. “You terrify me, Linc.”
