eye to eye. “Yes.”
Chelsea dropped her hips at the same time he thrust up and with a shout he was buried to the hilt. She squeezed him impossibly tight, heat and moisture burning as she embraced him in her intimate clasp.
She lowered her head to his chest and gave him a tender kiss. “Finally.”
They moved together, the frantic tumble of earlier slowing now that they were joined. Flickering blue lights filled the air around them, the paint on Chelsea’s body brushing his skin and mixing together with the natural iridescence of their St. Elmo’s fire.
Damn, he’d never felt anything like this in his life. He’d had lovers by the score, shared pleasure with many of the merfolk as well as the occasional human. Something about the way Chelsea moved over him, gyrating and twisting her hips to force his shaft where she wanted him to go, made it incredible for him as well. They fit. They belonged, and he rejoiced in the pleasure and connection they shared. He tilted his hips, trying to drive a little deeper at the end of every thrust. She leaned closer, rubbing her nipples on him with each pass. The tightness in his sac increased, his balls hardening to rocks. The minx nipped his neck then threw back her head and cried out as she came. She squeezed his cock with a vise-like grip that moved in undulating waves.
He lost control and let go, his release exploding from his cock and jettisoning into her sweet body. She continued to pulse around him, little gasps of pleasure escaping from her lips, and he couldn’t resist kissing her. Dusting kisses across her face, her eyes. He held her close, refusing to let her move away from him as another series of shudders shook her body.
They sat together until their heart rates slowed, their breathing finally returning to normal. She lifted her head off his chest and burst out laughing. Her delight filled the room with a tinkling sound. He was still too overwhelmed to join in.
“Sorry, Braden, but…” She trailed her hands over him and it felt so damn good. She paused, circling his nipple with one finger as she continued to shake with amusement.
“Sorry for what?”
Their eyes met. The sparkling flecks within her irises reassured him she was as moved as he was. Although he couldn’t figure out why she kept laughing. He dropped his gaze to where they were still joined and spotted the reason.
“Shit, woman, I look like a fucking Smurf.” Her body paint covered them both. Streaks of shimmering blue that had nothing to do with their natural release of St. Elmo’s fire streaked his torso.
She bit her lip, the bright smile sneaking around it. “You should see your face. Blue looks good on you. Ohh…”
He rose, his cock slipping from her body as he adjusted her in his arms. Now that he’d given in, there was no way he planned on letting her go any time soon. He strode upstairs to the room he’d been using, Chelsea clinging to his shoulders.
“Shower?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Hmm,” she purred, running a hand over his smooth scalp. “Or the ocean. I really want to go swimming with you.”
“Not very environmentally friendly are you, minx?”
“The paint is nontoxic,” she pointed out. “It’s not like I’m covering myself with lead.”
“Covering me as well.”
“That was a bonus. Next time I’ll use flavored stuff.” She buried her face in his neck and nibbled on his collarbone.
“You know we still have things to talk about, right?”
Chelsea sighed and leaned harder into him, her hands roaming freely over his torso. “Hmm, sure.”
He laughed. “You’re fuck drunk already.” A gentle kiss to her nose was the last thing he did before ducking through the doorway.
The biggest bathroom in the house was the master en suite, and Braden moved carefully, trying to leave as little sign of their presence as possible. They might have free reign over the whole house, but he didn’t want to spend hours scrubbing blue shit off everything in
Chelsea dropped her hips at the same time he thrust up and with a shout he was buried to the hilt. She squeezed him impossibly tight, heat and moisture burning as she embraced him in her intimate clasp.
She lowered her head to his chest and gave him a tender kiss. “Finally.”
They moved together, the frantic tumble of earlier slowing now that they were joined. Flickering blue lights filled the air around them, the paint on Chelsea’s body brushing his skin and mixing together with the natural iridescence of their St. Elmo’s fire.
Damn, he’d never felt anything like this in his life. He’d had lovers by the score, shared pleasure with many of the merfolk as well as the occasional human. Something about the way Chelsea moved over him, gyrating and twisting her hips to force his shaft where she wanted him to go, made it incredible for him as well. They fit. They belonged, and he rejoiced in the pleasure and connection they shared. He tilted his hips, trying to drive a little deeper at the end of every thrust. She leaned closer, rubbing her nipples on him with each pass. The tightness in his sac increased, his balls hardening to rocks. The minx nipped his neck then threw back her head and cried out as she came. She squeezed his cock with a vise-like grip that moved in undulating waves.
He lost control and let go, his release exploding from his cock and jettisoning into her sweet body. She continued to pulse around him, little gasps of pleasure escaping from her lips, and he couldn’t resist kissing her. Dusting kisses across her face, her eyes. He held her close, refusing to let her move away from him as another series of shudders shook her body.
They sat together until their heart rates slowed, their breathing finally returning to normal. She lifted her head off his chest and burst out laughing. Her delight filled the room with a tinkling sound. He was still too overwhelmed to join in.
“Sorry, Braden, but…” She trailed her hands over him and it felt so damn good. She paused, circling his nipple with one finger as she continued to shake with amusement.
“Sorry for what?”
Their eyes met. The sparkling flecks within her irises reassured him she was as moved as he was. Although he couldn’t figure out why she kept laughing. He dropped his gaze to where they were still joined and spotted the reason.
“Shit, woman, I look like a fucking Smurf.” Her body paint covered them both. Streaks of shimmering blue that had nothing to do with their natural release of St. Elmo’s fire streaked his torso.
She bit her lip, the bright smile sneaking around it. “You should see your face. Blue looks good on you. Ohh…”
He rose, his cock slipping from her body as he adjusted her in his arms. Now that he’d given in, there was no way he planned on letting her go any time soon. He strode upstairs to the room he’d been using, Chelsea clinging to his shoulders.
“Shower?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Hmm,” she purred, running a hand over his smooth scalp. “Or the ocean. I really want to go swimming with you.”
“Not very environmentally friendly are you, minx?”
“The paint is nontoxic,” she pointed out. “It’s not like I’m covering myself with lead.”
“Covering me as well.”
“That was a bonus. Next time I’ll use flavored stuff.” She buried her face in his neck and nibbled on his collarbone.
“You know we still have things to talk about, right?”
Chelsea sighed and leaned harder into him, her hands roaming freely over his torso. “Hmm, sure.”
He laughed. “You’re fuck drunk already.” A gentle kiss to her nose was the last thing he did before ducking through the doorway.
The biggest bathroom in the house was the master en suite, and Braden moved carefully, trying to leave as little sign of their presence as possible. They might have free reign over the whole house, but he didn’t want to spend hours scrubbing blue shit off everything in
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