Page 16 of Tempting Triton
“Their cocks just hang free, dangling between their legs? Is that not uncomfortable when they walk? How do they protect such a sensitive appendage?” I have many questions. The revelations about the human male anatomyastound me.
“I mean, most human men wear underwear, but it doesn’t exactly protect their—you know, this is not a conversation I ever expected to be having.” She runs a hand over her face, her cheeks pink with color.
I can tell she feels uncomfortable, her arousal dissipating, and just like that, my engorged pocket deflates, returning my tail to a smooth surface once more as my arousal is doused like water smothering a fire.
My mate sighs in relief as the pressure between her legs subsides, her upper body falling back down to the bed.
“My Elena, does it hurt you to have my pocket pressed against you here?” With one arm still holding me up, I reach down between us and gently caress the slight mound between her legs, careful not to hurt her.
Elena yelps as if shocked by an electric eel. “Triton! You can’t just touch me there!”
I yank my hand back quickly, cautiously eyeing the area in which the scent of her arousal is alwaysthe strongest. “Why?”
“What do you mean—oh, mermaids have a tail.” She grumbles and shuffles from beneath me and into a sitting position. “Okay, here it is, human anatomy 101.”
16
Elena
Triton has been quiet since I gave him his human anatomy lesson, after which I vehemently told him he could not look at my vagina. I know he was only curious, but still. The unfairly attractive merman is hopelessly naïve to the workings of a human female body, and why wouldn’t he be? He’s been alone for centuries with only a dolphin as his companion. I’m surprised he knew as much as he did about his own kind. I guess we can thank Ichó for passing down that knowledge.
A hot flush spreads across my face, remembering Triton so boldly telling me he has only used his fist to find his pleasure, as if it wasn’t highly personal information. The image of him pumping what I imagine to be a thick cock into his hand has my mouth drying up. Would it be green to match his tail? Or tanned like his broad chest and arms? I shake the thoughts from my head. I guess I am just ascurious about his body as he is mine. Having him pressing up against my disturbingly easily aroused clit this morning did nothing to help matters. The feeling of having him between my thighs felt as right and natural as if he were a human partner, despite the burning arousal that flooded my body as he made contact with the most sensitive part of me.
This stupid mate bond has my hormones all out of whack, making my touch-starved body overreact whenever Triton touches me. It’s like all coherent thoughts fly out of my brain, and all I can think about is what it would be like to run my tongue down his toned abs, and what sounds he would make if I took a little nibble out of that golden skin. Wicked, wicked hornbag thoughts. Of course, now my pussy aches for attention after being unknowingly edged, and I wonder if I can sneak away at any point to relieve it. Probably not, since I can’t go far enough away from him anyway without our bond acting up.
Sensing my frustration, Triton looks back at me over his shoulder. “We are almost there.”
Thank goodness, because a burning ache has settled between my shoulder blades. Olympic swimmer or not, we’ve already swum adecent distance, and we still need to make it back before the sun sets. After having left the shallow sun-kissed reef behind, we’re now enveloped on all sides by the dark blue of the deep ocean. The barrier that surrounds the island is far out enough to require the packed lunch Ichó fetched for us before we left.
Up ahead, something shimmers in the water. It’s almost like someone spilled a bucket of glitter into the ocean, and it’s drifted out with the current to form a wall that sparkles. But only when you look at it from a certain angle, or when the sun catches it with its light. Triton pauses at the wall that shouldn’t be possible, but is there in every physical sense of the word.
Drifting beside him, I tentatively reach out. “Can I touch it?”
I pause, my fingers hovering just in front of the glittering wall to wait for his nod before closing the distance. My fingers glide across this impenetrable force, finding the texture similar to Saran wrap pulled tight. You can prod it and it bounces back into place, but apply enough force, and you can tear through it. I test my thoughts, trying to push my hand through the barrier with all my might to no avail. Grunting, I give up. It was worth a shot, even as Tritonshakes his head and chuckles at my attempt.
“You think I have not tried that, my Elena?”
“Well, I got here somehow. Who’s to say I don’t have some special barrier immunity?” I shrug, my tentative hope fizzling out into nothing.
Triton nods thoughtfully. “That is true. You would have been able to leave.” His face shuts down, and I’m reminded that even if I could pass through the barrier, I expect the mate bond wouldn’t allow me to leave anyway.
Guilt gnaws at me from the inside out. Would it be so bad to stay and live my life underwater with a hunky merman? I’ve spent the last eleven years in the water, but I don’t know if I’m ready to commit to being under it full-time. I like the feeling of the sun on my bare skin, and I think I’d miss it too much.
Pushing the thought from my mind, I trail behind Triton as he swims back toward the island parallel to the barrier, his hand trailing across the shimmery, rubber-like surface as we go, stopping every few moments to push at it and test its permanency.
“What exactly are we looking for?” I’m curious as to what hethinks is happening.
“I am testing for weak spots in the barrier. The change in water temperature would have me believe there is a hole somewhere, or perhaps the barrier is failing.”
“We’re not going to be able to make it around the whole island in one day, though, right? We’ll have to come back tomorrow and the next day. Who knows how long this will take?” I sigh, my aching shoulders already unhappy about a repeat performance tomorrow. If only there was a spa I could use to relax my muscles after a long day of swimming like I used to do back home.
“You are correct. It will take many days to traverse the perimeter of Aeolia. We will rest overnight in one of the underwater caves.”
I pause. “We’re not going back to your home?”
Triton looks back at me over his shoulder. “Why would we do that? We would have to start from the same spot each time. We would not cover as much ocean, and it would take us much longer. I thought you were eager to be home?”
“Oh. Right. Of course.” I cough, feeling like an idiot. How was I to know Triton would have little hidey holes dotted around the island?
