Page 25 of Dry as a Fish
"I'm wearing your ring," she said, holding up the hand with the ring in question. "I've been wearing it since you gave it to me."
"Even so, you still haven't said yes," I shot back. "So will you marry me?"
"Yes," she said. "Would you come to bed already?"
Heat lanced through me as I stood up from the couch, my sarong doing little to hide the stiffening length between my legs. Her eyes widened as they dipped down before she whirled, striding back into the bedroom. I grinned, stalking after her. When I got there, I found she had already dove into the bed, burying herself under the covers on the far side of the bed, her back to the middle. I undid my sarong, dropping it to the ground before sliding under the sheets to join her. I lay there on my back and waited.
It didn't take long.
She rolled over to face me, tucking one hand under her cheek. "Are you going to sleep?"
I let out an exaggerated yawn. "That is something one does in bed."
She reached out and lightly slapped my chest with her hand, then wiggled in closer to me. I moved my arm, and she lifted her head so I could snake it under her neck. She pressed her bare skin against me, and I felt even more blood rush out of my brain as I realized she had run ahead of me so she could strip and get into bed fully undressed without me realizing it.She trailed her fingers down my chest. "Are you sure that is what you want to do?"
I grinned at her. "What else do you have in mind?"
She slung one leg over mine and shifted her hips so she could press her mound against the side of my leg. I bent my knee so my thigh pressed up against her there, and she dragged her slick wetness against my skin, showing me in no uncertain terms how ready and eager her body was to have me inside it.
Moments later, I realized just how wet she was.
"Wait, are you..." she said, her tone reflecting my own surprise as my legs pulled together and began to fuse into my tail. I let out a painful groan as my erect shaft was swallowed up by my tail, trapped until it had the pressure needed to extrude.
I threw back the covers, exposing the length of my gorgeous tail.
"Look what you did," I said. "You're so wet."
She let out a giggle, then gasped. "But what about your... thing..."
"My dick?" I asked.
She nodded, her eyes widening as she pressed her lips together.
I reached out and took her hand, placing it on top of the slit where my shaft would extrude. She gently felt it, feeling the shape of it under the skin of my tail. I bit back a moan as her gentle explorative touch inflamed me.
"What does it... what do you need?" she asked.
"I need to be coaxed for it to come out," I said. Then I reached out and grabbed her, plucking her up and setting her down on top of me, her legs straddling either side of my tail as I centered her dripping mound directly over my aching shaft. She gasped as she put both her palms on my chest.
Then she moved, sliding herself over me, tilting her hips back and forth as she rubbed against me, coating me in the viscous slick that dripped down from between her legs. I groaned with the pleasure of having her move against me, my head falling back as my hands flexed on her hips, feeling her moving, holding onto her to keep her from shifting away even as she let out little gasps of pleasure.
I felt the tip begin to poke through, drawn by the intensity of my arousal and the urgent shift of her hips, the thick lubrication that came with it making everything even more slippery.
"Sloane," I gasped out, lifting my head as I felt my lower head brush against her wet heat. I wasn't expecting to extrude so soon. "You have to slow down."
"Is that it?" she asked, her voice tight with excitement as her hips picked up their speed, moving even faster as she jerked against me in urgent thrusts, rubbing herself over the tip of me.
"I'm going to..." I didn't manage to get the whole thing out as she jerked her hips downward, and the tip caught flush against her opening.
I gripped her hips tightly, clamping her in place, my instincts taking over for a brief moment as I lifted my hips up, lifting her up off the bed as my shaft extruded in one swift motion and forced its way into her tight channel with the explosive burst of motion required for a first extrusion. The pressure of her clenching inner walls caused me to see stars even as I felt the minor resistance of her innocence give way.
She threw her head back and let out a cry, her legs flexing as she tried to lift up off me as I plowed into her, but my hands held her in place as I sank deep into her.
Her entire body trembled above me, and I held my breath, not daring to breathe.
Neither of us moved for a long moment.
"Holy fucksticks," she gasped out, putting her hands back on my chest as she bent her head back down to look at me, her hair falling around her face.
