Also, he wasn’t really the type to admit that loneliness bothered him much. The two of them sat there for hours, hand in hand, and perfectly content to watch the candle burn to a stub. Indian sex She didn’t move, but her eyes flicked up at him, and she offered a tight, closed-mouth smile. The mermaids sang on most warm nights like this one, their mournful and hauntingly beautiful song, longing without articulated words for something unspecified. He stared at the spot where she had lay, and at his palm where her hand had rested, for some time before returning to his tower. His chest pushed and rubbed against her sensitive breasts as they made love, and her dam began to burst. He gave it an experimental squeeze as his other arm snaked around her toned waist, finding her back first, then the root of her tail. But it was shinier than a dolphin. Was it just the novelty of contact with someone else, or was he truly lonely? Even if he did love her, it was too late. He hooked an arm around her shoulders, and she didn’t resist, letting him simply hold her. It was there every time, and still moving. They stayed in that position, awake but silent, for what could have been seconds or hours.
