The Dirty Little Mermaid: Tempest
Contact between merfolk and humans is forbidden, but being forbidden never stopped lust.
Young mermaid Nadia has watched the human Dr. Ben Grey every chance she's had, her hunger for him going far beyond any desire a merman could stir. When a sudden storm throws Ben into the sea, she discovers he's far more tempting up close. Is slaking her thirst for him worth risking everything she knows? More
She laid there for a moment with her eyes closed, letting the rain pour over them both. Under her cheek, she could feel his chest rising and falling, which reassured her. There was no telling how bad the wound on his head was, but at least for the moment she knew he was still alive.
His chest rumbled with a groan of pain and she picked her head up in alarm. One of his hands came up to push his hair back from his forehead again and he looked up at her through unfocused eyes. “Who are you?” he asked.
Terrified now, she began to back away, but using her tail to push herself through the sand was still awkward even without his weight. The flopping of a seal would have been more graceful. Worse, he reached out to catch her by the wrist and drag her back against him. His arms wrapped around her and pinned her to his chest. He looked confused, no doubt as a result of the blow to his head. His eyes were as dark as the stormy sea behind them and roamed over her. Her thick black curls were somewhat deflated out of the water, hanging in ropes tangled by the storm now. Like all mermaids, she wore no clothing and her bare breasts were pressed to his chest. He couldn't see her lower body, but must have felt something odd, because his hands slid downward from the small of her back.
The feel of them was so different from her own hands that they made her shudder and whimper in spite of herself. Where her hands were soft and smooth, his were rough, unlike anything she had felt in her life. Those large, callused hands slid down lower until they touched the first of her scales low on her hips. She could see his brows draw together in confusion and he felt lower, sliding his fingers down as low on her tail as he could feel.
“I should go,” she said in a rush. “Don't speak of this. You're confused from hitting your head.”
“I don't think so.” He gripped her tail more tightly, then flipped the both of them over to put her underneath his body. She gasped in shock and arched up against him, flexing her tail against the sand to try to use it to escape. He pressed her down into the sand with his body and she felt something hard and hot between them, making her still.