Page 44 of Rainse
"Okay?" he asked, pressing a kiss to my hip.
"I—" My voice didn't work properly. "That was—you can't just?—"
"Use your words, scientist."
I grabbed his hair and pulled him up to kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue. "Bed. Cushions. Whatever. Now."
He smiled against my mouth. "Demanding."
"You started it."
In one fluid movement, he lifted me—easily, as if I weighed nothing—and I wrapped my legs around his waist on instinct. The cushions were suddenly beneath my back, soft and ridiculous, and he was above me, still wearing that damned belt.
"Off," I demanded, tugging at it. "This needs to be off."
"Allow me." He reached down and released the clasp himself. The belt fell away, and?—
"Oh," I said stupidly.
His cock was magnificent and utterly alien. The base was a rich kelp green that deepened gradually toward the head—an oceanic blue that glistened like wet stone. But it was the movement that made my breath catch. Thick ridges pulsed just beneath the surface, moving in a wave-like rhythm even though he wasn't touching it.
"It's..." I couldn't find words.
"Different," he finished, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"Beautiful," I corrected, reaching out tentatively. "Can I?"
He nodded, jaw tight.
When my fingers wrapped around him, the skin rippled beneath my touch—the ridges moving up and down like waves on a beach. The sensation was hypnotic, alive. Below, I could see the smooth, tight skin of his scrotum, and I counted?—
"Three?" I asked, surprised into scientific observation even now.
"Is that a problem?" His voice was strained.
"No, it's—" I stroked him experimentally, watching the ridges pulse faster. "Fascinating. Do you control this? The movement?"
"A little." His hips jerked into my hand. "But once I'm inside you, I'll lose all control. The ridges will move on their own, responding to—oh fuck?—"
I'd squeezed gently, thumb brushing over the blue head. "Responding to what?"
"To your pleasure." He caught my wrist, stopping me. "Verity, if you keep doing that, this will end embarrassingly fast."
"Will you fit?" The question came out more uncertain than I intended.
His expression softened. "We're compatible. The bond wouldn't exist otherwise. And the greenskin will help. Trust me?"
I guided him to my entrance, lifting my hips in invitation. "Show me."
He pushed inside in one slow, devastating thrust.
The stretch was intense—almost too much—but the greenskin was already responding, secreting something slick and warm that eased the way. And those ridges—God, those ridges. They moved inside me, pulsing against my inner walls in that same wave-like rhythm, hitting spots I didn't know existed.
"Oh fuck," I gasped. "That's—you're?—"
"Good?" he gritted out, barely holding still.
"Move. Please move. I need?—"
