Page 42 of Love Galaxy

“Akh… ” I say, borrowing the sound he makes when confused or can’t think of an answer.

He narrows his eyes, watching me closely. “You are not smiling.”

“No,” I agree.

“You are not frowning.”

“I guess not.” I’d bury my face in my hands if only I weren’t stuck treading water. So I head toward the lake’s edge, where it’s shallow enough I can sit down and still have the water lapping at my waist. Now I’m wet, it’s colder out of the water than in.

“Akh—” It’s Sorin’s turn, apparently, to be lost for words, as he stares at me. Again.

I glance down to see what’s caught his attention and, long story short, my bra has turned sheer. Both my nipples are pointing straight at Sorin, like they’re desperate for his attention.

I raise my arms to cover myself, but it suddenly occurs to me that the camera is behind me. Before me, the lake fills the rest of the cave, and there isn’t a walkway carved into the wall here like in the first cave so there’s no way to get to the other side without going for a long swim.

The camera behind me can see my back, sure. It can see Sorin’s front. But it can’t see my breasts. Slowly, I lower my arms.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sorin

“Icannot read your expression.” I clear my throat, my voice suddenly hoarse.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been happy,” Briar says slowly, obviously picking her words with care. The right corner of her mouth twitches up in a… half smile? “But here, with you, I’m finding it impossible to not be happy, despite, well, everything.”

I wade forward, closing the distance between us. I want to fall at her feet and kiss my way up her entire body, but the red light of the camera catches my eye, and I change my plans. Taking hold of her hands, I tug her gently back into the dark water, until it’s only our heads above the surface. It is impossible to see into the lake, the natural minerals turning it opaque.

“Are you trying very hard to not be happy?” I ask, wrapping my upper arms around her chest to keep her supported, as she is too short for her feet to be touching the cave floor. My lower hands roam over her curves, moving from her hips to her waist and belly, up toward her breasts.

She arches her back, pressing into my palm, as I knead her flesh. Slippery with water, her skin is incredibly smooth and soft, so different from my scales.

“I—” She bites back a moan. “Very hard,” she agrees, her eyes fluttering closed. “Being happy is really putting a dampener on my plans to escape.” Wrapping her two arms around my neck, she buries her face in my shoulder, and I feel the scrape of blunt teeth as she nips me, not hard enough to hurt, not hard enough to even scratch my scales, but the faux bite is like a fist around my cock. I am thrusting upward, trying to rub my bulge against her thighs. “Very hard,” she repeats with a slow smile. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she sinks lower, until only her eyes are above water and her covered quim is rubbing against my encased cock.

My knees threaten to give away, and for a second, both our heads are under water. I fumble to regain my footing, then straighten. She laughs as she comes up for air, releasing a string of bubbles that pop against the surface and cause the water to dance around our entwined bodies.

“Hard,” I agree, my voice rasping up my throat. “And if you keep doing that?—”

“Doing what?” She blinks. “Doing this?” Holding onto my shoulders for momentum, she sinks back down, rubbing against me again. The movement tugs on my slit, and my cock everts.

Briar’s eyes widen, and she glances down as if wishing she could see through the dark water.

Caught between our bodies, my cock throbs, the sudden friction almost sending me over the edge. I cannot think straight. All I know is that I want to see Briar always happy, and so I skate a hand down her soft belly to the mound of her pelvis. Then her eyes widen quite magnificently, and a smalleepsound escapes her mouth.

I push aside the fabric of the small pants she wears, and my fingers are met by hairs. I blink, instantly wishing I could lift her from the water and bring her hot core close to my face for a thorough examination. That I cannot see what I most desire is maddening, another fist around my cock as I try imagining what I am touching.

Pink, I think. With red hairs. My mouth waters.

“So, it’s been a while since I, you know, shaved”—releasing my waist, Briar clamps her thighs together, trapping my hand, much of her bravado draining away—“down there.” She emphasizesdown thereeven as she whispers, as if to speak about such things is forbidden.

I lower my voice, too. “Why would you shave away your hairs?”

“Because that’s what Human women do. Some women, anyway.”

“Why?”

“Lots of reasons. Mainly, I guess, because men don’t seem to like seeing body hair on women.” And she clamps her elbows to her sides, as if wanting to hide the hairs I have already seen under her arms.

I rock my hips, rubbing my swollen cock against her clasped legs. “Human Males are fools. I love your hairs. They are part of who you are, Briar.”

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