Page 105 of Echo and the Homicidal Sea Panda

“Come on,” Echo whispered before spinning and leading him upstairs.

Mael was never so glad he’d fixed those stairs than when he was sneaking up to Echo’s bedroom. Had he not, there would’ve been no doubt in their minds that he was up there—not that they wouldn’t figure it out anyway. Better to keep them guessing versus verifying. He walked as softly as he could in his heavy motorcycle boots, tiptoeing and trying not to laugh as Echo walked backward down the hall and past the guest bedroom door.

Echo stood beside his doorway and ushered him in. Echo followed him in and shut the door. A second later, Mael heard Joanna in the hall.

“Echo? Echo darling? Did I hear you come upstairs?”

Echo rushed to the door and slipped through a crack while Mael sat on the chair to remove his boots.

“Did you need something?” Echo asked her.

“I just wanted to let you know we’re leaving. If your friend left maybe you’d like to come have breakfast with us.”

“My frienddidn’tleave,” Echo replied.

Mael would’ve given anything to see her face. He could almost hear the pearls being clutched. He pulled off one boot—and it slid from his grasp and hit the floor with aclunk.Mael winced, shaking his head.

“Oh,”she spat.“I see.”

A couple of seconds of silence fell between them.

“Well, after breakfast we’d planned to bring you something back but maybe it would be better if your father and I stop in and say hello to some friends we’ve been meaning to visit. We might stop by the house and see how moving day is progressing as well. I’m sure now that your…friend… is back, you’ll appreciate having the house to yourself again.”

“I will,” Echo murmured.

“Yes, well… We’ll see you in a few hours then.”

“Yep,” Echo murmured before sliding back into the bedroom, laughing. “Well, that was fun.”

“Sorry about the noise. I didn’t mean to do that.” Mael set his other boot beside the first. He rose, peeling out of his t-shirt. After tossing it over one shoulder, he stalked closer. Echo met him halfway and leapt onto him, wrapping both legs around his waist as their lips met. He slipped a hand up into the back of Echo’s hair and feasted on his mate’s lips, starved for the affection.

He walked toward the bed and climbed in on his knees before pushing Echo down onto the mattress. Mael hovered above, turned on simply looking at his mate lying there, eager… hungry… and needy. His hands trembled with the weight of his desire. Reaching up, he tugged on the waistband of Echo’s shorts. Echo lifted his hips to assist and then sat up to tug the robe off. The t-shirt went next, deposited in a pile on the floor.

“If I’d known you were coming, I’d have worn something nicer under my clothes,” Echo whispered.

Mael gazed down at the cream-colored satin bra and panties. They didn’t have the usual lacy bits, but Mael wasn’t complaining. As needy as he was, it didn’t matter. “They look fine to me,” he murmured, tugging the panties down to Echo’s thighs. “Not like they’re staying on long anyway.”

Echo chuckled, ending it on a shiver when Mael yanked the panties down to his feet. He tossed them over the side. After moving to his knees between Echo’s thighs, he spied the front closure on the bra and grinned.

“Gotta love easy access,” he murmured, popping it open and spreading the sides apart to reveal Echo’s swollen breasts. They looked a little larger than he remembered. He lifted his hands, reaching to cup them and paused. “Where are the little pads?”

Echo snorted, grabbing the open sides of the bra. “I’m trying out a new leakproof nursing bra.”

“Oh,”Mael murmured. He cupped both pecs and squeezed, milk squirting out of each. His body forcefully trembled, eyes clamping shut as he desperately tried to stave off his release. After so long without, a featherlight touch to his cock might be enough to get him off.“Fuck,Echo.”

“Pregnancy hormones are causing me to make more,” Echo whispered. “I’ve had to start pumping to keep the leaking down.”

Mael brought his fingers to his lips and licked the milk off, moaning as he did. “I wanna fucking see that.” He slid the bra straps down Echo’s arms. “Later, though… I wantmytaste first.”

He slid up Echo’s body, moving to his stomach, and brought one teat between his lips. Suckling it, he felt the flood of milk over his tongue. Echo’s back arched, a moan ripping from his lips. Mael bit down on the flesh, enough for Echo to whimper, riding the border between pleasure and pain. He released the nipple with a pop and inspected his teeth marks around the areola. Milk pooled on the flat tip. He leaned in to lap it up and swirl his tongue around the peak.

After giving the other nipple the same treatment, Mael unzipped his pants, freeing his first cock. Copious amounts of pre-cum leaked from the head, leaving a large wet spot on his jeans. He rose on his knees, cursing himself for being in a rush and not taking them off before he got into bed. Shoving them down his hips, he groaned, the freedom welcome. Once he’d tugged and kicked them off, he and Echo both chuckled, smiling at one another.

Echo held his gaze, desire in the depths of the deep blue sea. He could get lost in those eyes for the rest of his life. He slid off the side of the bed, onto his knees, and dragged Echo to the edge. After resting Echo’s legs on his shoulders, he brought the head of his mate’s cock to his lips, rolling his tongue around the glans and listening to the moans he’d caused. Mael took Echo to the back of his throat, suckling the length.

He surveyed Echo’s responses, paying attention to the loudest moans. Which licks and nibble made him squirm the most. Mael spread open the slit hiding Echo’s pussy and pressed his tongue inside the wet folds before swiping up along the underside of his dolphin’s cock. Sliding two fingers inside Echo’s wet heat, he returned to the shaft and swallowed it whole. Echo’s fingers slid through his hair, tugging on the locks and urging him on. He lifted his hips to meet the strokes of Mael’s mouth and tongue, whimpering and moaning with every motion.

Mael was aching to be inside Echo, but it had been too long. There was no way he was going to be able to make it last and there was no fucking way he was leaving his mate wanting. When he felt tightening around his fingers, he quickened his pace, his mouth keeping tempo. Echo’s hips rolled as he fed his shaft into Mael’s mouth, keening.

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