Page 47 of Surface Pressure
Would it be any different?
As if sensing her thoughts, Soulara pushed through images of her touching herself as a mermaid. Of the slit that would open up when aroused, of the tease of her fingers over the edge before her fingers disappeared inside. Autumn very nearly combusted in pleasure at just that. Whatever Soulara was doing to her brain was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced in her life.
“What’s it like as a human?” Soulara asked, her voice breathy.
Autumn had to focus now. She thought about the last time she’d touched herself, before she’d come to this planet, knowing that she’d be surrounded by greedy men and never have any time to herself. She thought about the tease of her fingers over her clit, the pulse as she throbbed.
“That’s beautiful,” Soulara murmured, moving Autumn’s lips from one breast to the other.
Except, Autumn wasn’t done yet. She pulled away and moved right back to where she was. Soulara may know exactly what she wanted, but Autumn wasn’t quite going to give that to her yet. Autumn continued to tease one of Soulara’s breasts while brushing her fingers against Soulara’s thigh to remove as much sand as possible.
On second thought, she better just stick to her mouth.
Autumn kissed down Soulara’s stomach, reaching her hip bone. Soulara keened, writhing in the sand.
“I’ve never done this with legs before.”
Autumn looked up, making eye contact. “I don’t want to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” Soulara answered, spreading her legs. “I don’t think anyone has ever treated me like you do. I don’t want to give this up. I want you.”
Autumn shivered. To be wanted, to be desired, that was something she’d never experienced the full brunt of before. People had wanted her body. They’d wanted what she could do for them. But Soulara wanted her for her, and no other reason.
“Show me.” Soulara sent Autumn a saucy image of Autumn still clothed in the water.
Autumn stuttered to a halt. Damn, that was sexy. Autumn called up the dream she’d had of this before, of kissing Soulara’s webbed toes, of using her strap that she’d left on Earth and pounding relentlessly into Soulara.
“Fuck,” Soulara whined. “What is that?”
Autumn almost asked her what she was talking about until she remembered that Soulara was seeing into her mind. Autumn scraped her teeth against Soulara’s hip, chuckling. She didn’t answer, but she kept that image in the forefront of her mind as she covered Soulara’s clit with her mouth and gave a confident flick of her tongue.
Soulara gasped. She dug her fingers into the sand and pushed her hips up. Since Soulara couldn’t do certain positions with a tail, Autumn wanted to explore that. She slid her fingers down Soulara’s thighs to her knees and grabbed hold of them. Autumn pushed Soulara’s knees up and guided Soulara’s legs until they were resting over her shoulders. She pushed into Soulara even more, sucking and licking and teasing.
Autumn had wanted this since they’d met. Damn it all if Soulara was a siren, luring her into the ocean. Autumn would gladly drown if only for another taste of the sweetness she found between Soulara’s legs. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but it certainly wasn’t this burst of sweet flavor on the center of her tongue.
“I won’t… let you drown… “ Soulara said between groans. She threw her hands above her head, digging them into the sand as if that would hold her in place. Eventually Soulara gave up and grasped hold of Autumn’s hair, tightening her fingers sharply. “Fuck.”
Autumn continued. She wanted to slide her fingers inside Soulara’s body. She wanted to be enclosed within her heat, but she wouldn’t risk the pain or hurt to Soulara just for that.
“Autumn,” Soulara breathed her name. She cried out, her voice echoing in Autumn’s ears, filling her soul, commanding it.
Autumn licked Soulara fully, gathering Soulara on her tongue and swallowing everything Soulara had to offer. Autumn would remember this flavor for the rest of her life. She’d never let it go. Her heart hammered as she pressed kisses to Soulara’s legs, her hips, her stomach, up to her neglected breast and nipple.
Soulara calmed, her lips curled into a smile that belonged there, one that was satiated. Autumn had done that. She’d given Soulara an orgasm of a lifetime, and she was going to take that truth to her grave.
She’d fucked a mermaid.
“Oh God.” Laughing, Autumn buried her face in Soulara’s neck and tried to calm her raging embarrassment.
Soulara lazily drew patterns on Autumn’s back until she was breathing normally. “Take your coverings off.”
“What?” Autumn blinked and met Soulara’s satisfied gaze.
“Take these off.” Soulara plucked at the jacket on Autumn’s shoulder. “I want to feel you against me.”
“It’s sandy,” Autumn whined.
Soulara chuckled. “Then we’ll get you clean. Take them off.”