17. So We Meet Again, Mr. Sex Cave

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SO WE MEET AGAIN, MR. SEX CAVE

TERESA

" T hat was so cool!" I squeal as soon as I'm above the water.

Pacari looks back at me with a hopeful smile. Here, above the water, with the sun shining down on the glittering water as it runs off his skin, he's gorgeous. It's nothing compared to how he looks under the water, but my breath leaves me as I look him over.

And then I can't help it. My free hand reaches out to grab him by the shoulder. I pull him down to my level and plant the biggest smooch on those pretty fishboy lips of his. He laughs under the kiss, but wraps his arms around me. Finally able to touch him, I can't help myself. I need him. Desperately.

I jump to mount him without thinking, but he wasn't ready for it, so he falls back into the water and me with him.

"Teresa," he murmurs in the middle of our laughing and kissing.

My hair stands on end, hyper alert of the almost predatory sound to his voice. I love his voice. I love every sound that comes out of him.

"Not here," he growls, lifting us both out of the water as soon as he's found solid ground again.

We scan the beach, fairly empty at this hour, luckily. It's just after daylight and what humans there are out are surfing farther down the beach from us.

"Wherever you want," I breathe.

He pulls me into his arms and carries me—again!—past the rough rocks and in towards…

The sex cave.

"Fancy us meeting here again," I giggle. "Here, in your sex cave."

"It's not a sex cave."

"This is twice now you've brought me here to ravage me."

"And I'll do it again," he growls under his breath.

The growl goes straight to my pussy. Holy fuck, I need him. I can't help myself and start kissing his neck, fondling his chest, running my hands through his hair, dropping the rain boots in the crevice between my lap and belly to explore. He stumbles a few times from the distractions, which only serves to encourage me further. If he wasn't holding me bridal style, I'd have much better access to much more of him.

I gasp as parts of his skin start to transform into something more human. The fins on his head, too, begin to shift and break apart to become hair. A little yelp escapes me before I realize it. His head jerks to look at me in surprise.

"Oh, I forgot—I'm sorry—I…" he stammers.

He dunks us under the water. I hold tight to his neck in reflex. As I feel the rain boots start to wash away, I grab them with my bent arm before they can escape. I hear him groan as his skin turns back to scales, his hair back to fins. When it's complete, he rises up out of the water again.

"Wait, I should have asked—do you prefer— "

"You," I say, holding his face in my hands and pressing a kiss to his lips. "Whatever that means."

His breath catches, and before I know it, he's rushing into the cave. When we reach the entrance, he sets me down on the ledge. I throw my boots to the side. In another moment, he's crawled up, prowling over me. He kisses along my belly, up to my breasts. I fight to pull my soaked shirt and shorts off as he explores, wanting to be ready for whatever he'll give me this time. Clothes go flying—whether my fault or his, I can't tell. His mouth takes a nipple, sucks hard. Everything happens so fast, I can barely process it. His hand winds into my hair at the nape of my neck, pulls hard. I arch into him as his teeth nip gently at my tit. The sound encourages him further.

The rock is less than comfortable, but at least it's smooth. My eyes don't know where to look—at him as he never stops kissing and pleasuring me with his mouth, or at the ocean beyond us. This doesn't feel real. It's magical.

His hands find my thighs as he crawls between them, spreading them wide. I suck in a breath as I watch him trail his long, webbed finger down my belly, fear growing as I wonder what he plans to do with his sharp nails. But when he finds my clit, he bends his finger to rub at it gently. I fall back on the rock, a happy little moan escaping me as he explores my pussy with his hands.

Dextrous. That's the word for it. As good as he was at this in his human body, I'm lost to all the sensations of his yacunayi body. Suddenly, there's a sensation I can't quite place—but it's oh so good. I lift myself up a little to see him rubbing the webbing between his index and middle fingers along my clit, the palm of his hand grinding against my labia.

"I—" I pant

"Does it feel good?" he asks, his eyes locking on mine.

His eyes .

They've been green this whole time, I thought. Even as yacunayi , he had green eyes. But now they flicker with specks of gold, so much so that it seems the color is taking over completely. Is that normal?

Before I can say anything, he bends his head low, never breaking eye contact.

"Do you want my mouth on you?" he asks. "I need to taste you."

The way he says it truly feels needy. Desperate. As if pleasuring me would bring him the greatest satisfaction—no, more like he would die without it. Fuck me, that's hot.

"Please," I beg. "I have to feel you like this."

He chuckles, his breath hot against my pussy. With a single, long lick up my lips, circling around my clit, he smiles. A shudder of pleasure runs through me as my eyes snag on the sharpness of his teeth. How threatening he looks and yet how he chooses to use his predatory body to pleasure me.

"Doesn't this feel familiar?" he asks, pressing a passionate kiss to my center.

Huh. Oh—the way his tongue fills me. It's so big . How does he do that? Wait—wasn't he human when he went down on me before?

"Yes, but weren't you…"

"Only half-transformed," he says quickly before going down again .

His hands trail along my sides, wrap tightly around my thighs to pull me wide. Shocks of pleasure have me writhing and twisting against him. I'm overwhelmed by the sensations in the best ways. When he pulls his mouth from my pussy, I moan with displeasure until he kisses along my thigh, scrapes gently with his teeth.

"Can I mark you?" he whispers in reverence. "Claim you. Teresa, I want you like I've never wanted anyone."

The words wash over me, sending a flood of hope and bliss and desire.

"You're not the only one who feels that way," I laugh anxiously. "Yes. Please. Claim me."

An appreciative growl leaves his throat before he latches onto my leg. It hurts and pleasures me all at once. What's more, he rests his hand against my pussy, grinding his palm into me as his fingers rub at my clit. The sensation is too much, too overwhelming, and as he sucks at my skin, I'm pushed over the edge. An ocean of pleasure rushes through me, and I feel lightheaded.

As I do, I feel my grasp on his memory try to escape.

Oh no, is this what he…

Our eyes lock as he looks back at me, eyes completely golden now. He looks anxious, forlorn. I refuse to forget him. Refuse whatever it is that threatens to take him from me. He claimed me. I'm his. He's mine.

"Fuck me, please," I beg, holding tight to his memory.

As long as he's here with me, I know I can.