Page 33 of The Naiad's Lover

He pouted, turned his wrist in mine, and pulled my hand to his cock instead.

I squeezed it and shook my head again.

Sayan thought for a moment, then grinned. Catching the backs of my thighs with a loud smack, he hauled me up to straddle his chest, and leaned forwards to lick the tip of my cock.

He made a happy sound.

“No,” I said.

His happy sound turned to a disgruntled sound.

I shifted off him. “Lie on your stomach for me.”

Sayan immediately flung himself onto his front, shaking the bed. He humped against the sheets, luxuriating in the slide of silk over his skin.

Once I’d discovered quite how sensitive he was to the feel of fine fabrics, I’d spent a fortune sourcing the very best silk to be found and having it made into sheets.

It still wasn’t as fine as his lovely, immortal skin. Nothing was.

I trailed my fingers lightly down his spine, following the channel between the lean planes of muscle. He flexed up into it, sighed, and pushed his hips down, rubbing himself lazily against the bed.

I covered him again, slinging a leg over to seat myself at the top of his thighs. He bounced his arse up at me, making me laugh.

He shook his head, muffling his own laughter in his crossed arms.

I mapped out the graceful architecture of his strong back. He was nature’s finest work of art, he truly was. I began with a light, tickling touch but soon moved to firm strokes, up and down, curling around his waist, tucking my fingertips between him and the sheets, tilting his pelvis and controlling the gentle rocking he hadn’t yet stopped.

He wasn’t laughing now.

He moved slowly but steadily, hungry for sensation, yes, but doing it for my enjoyment as much as his.

I leaned over him, bracing one hand on the mattress and sliding the other beneath him. He stilled, quivering, as I dragged my palm over his lower belly and coasted it the length of his hard shaft before enclosing it in a firm grip. I leaned down and bit his ear. “Move for me.”

Sayan did, beginning with a small, almost delicate rock into my fist and quickly moving to a solid driving thrust. He moaned and leaned up onto his elbows, tossing his hair back. It scattered over his flexing back in long, snaking green tendrils. I didn’t pull it, even though that was, I suspected, what he wanted.

Sayan leaked copiously against my hand, significantly more than a human would. It was a part of his naiad nature, designed to help ease his way into lovers without hurting them, despite his size, despite his tendency to overwhelm.

I was about to use it to overwhelm him.

I let him work for a few thrusts more, and drew my hand away. He whined, spreading his legs wider and pushing his hips down onto the mattress.

The whine caught in his throat and he froze, quivering, when I slipped a finger between his buttocks and rested over his hole. I leaned down, pressing my front against his heaving back, and said in his ear, “Take it for me.”

Sayan gasped with excitement, nodding.

I pressed inside.

I knew that he liked this. It was new for him but he’d told me he did, when I’d asked. His body told me so now. He shifted restlessly beneath me.

I took my time rearranging myself. I lay on top of him, canting to one side to give myself room to play with his beautiful arse.

Next time, I thought, I’d have him kneel up for me. At the head of the bed, facing the wall. Perhaps I’d find us a mirror. I’d have his cock in one hand and take him with the other.

That was for next time.

Now, I began to flex my wrist slowly, getting him used to the sensation.

He panted into the covers, his hips returning to that steady, rolling movement. “Touch yourself,” I told him, and he eagerly complied, shoving an arm down and reaching beneath to grab himself. I guided his movements, pushing him into it, letting him draw slowly back, pushing him forwards again. I had two fingers inside him, and he groaned.

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