Making Bubbles by Amy Bellows

Author:Amy Bellows [Bellows, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amy Bellows
Published: 2019-07-23T00:00:00+00:00

Stingray

My omega father used to say: “If you want a child, sleep with the alphas. But if you want an orgasm, you’ll have better luck with the omegas.”

He was quite the philanderer in his day, and I’d like to think he’d approve of this whole affair—especially the part where Flounder is ridiculously attractive and nearly twenty years younger than me. Flounder’s age made me feel guilty at first. I never would have propositioned him myself, and even after he came on to me, I still had my reservations. It was his sweetness that lured me in.

I never intended to fall in love with him. But Flounder isn’t the kind of man you can simply fuck and be done with. His heart is too big and his kindness is too deep. The first time he made love to me he held me in his arms afterward like I was a lifeline, and I knew that if I hurt him, I’d never forgive myself.

Alphas might be able to give me a baby, but Flounder gave me his heart.

As we lie down in this strange human contraption meant to hold water, I can see how worried Flounder is, even in the afterglow. Worrying is his natural state. He worried that I was too cold at night. He worried about the seaweed harvest. He worried that I was going to leave him to sing for an alpha. I could see the tension in his shoulders every time the catacombs vibrated from the Sea King’s call.

He greatly underestimates the level of satisfaction I get from that glorious dick of his. And how much I melt every morning when he tells me “Thank you for spending the night,” with this vulnerability on his face that could cut through even the most jaded of hearts.

“Just think, we never have to catch Bass napping on the netting again,” I sign, climbing on top of him. In my human form I can straddle him, which makes it easier to rock against his belly with my hips. I desperately need him to penetrate me and claim me in my mer form. The two orgasms he’s given me tonight have been nice, but our song makes me ache for him in a different way. The water is only a few inches high at this point, and not nearly enough for me to shift yet, so I’ll have to wait.

“But you could have stayed at home if you weren’t with me,” he signs.

I guide his right hand to the cleft of my ass. There are better things he can be doing with that hand than signing about what I “could have done without him.”

“I don’t want to be at home without you,” I say. He grabs my ass cheeks with both hands and skims his fingers along my entrance. I close my eyes. I need him inside me now.

He pushes in just the tip of one finger, and I lean into it, taking in more. The water level gets higher as Flounder sinks his finger deeper inside.

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