Play with her breasts.

“So you feel pleasure if any of the water in your body is stimulated … anywhere?” you ask.

She nods, with a sly smile. “Try me.”

You slip your hands around her waist, and find that her body is warm, and her substance is firm, though not as firm as flesh. She is slick under your hands, like a living gel.

You look into her inhuman eyes, then lean close and kiss her, and she returns your kiss eagerly. Her lips are salty, but not unpleasantly so. When you slip your tongue into her mouth, she moans into your kiss, and presses her body against you.

One of your hands moves up her side, and comes around to cup one of her breasts. She moans again, sliding one hand around the back of your neck, pulling you closer as she kisses you and tickles your tongue with hers. Her other hand covers yours on her breast, encouraging you to caress her, which you do gladly.

Her nipple is firm under your hand, and when you stroke it with your thumb, she groans out loud and clutches at your hand. You nibble at her salty, transparent earlobe, and kiss your way down the side of her neck, listening to her purr as you do so. Your lips travel over her collarbone, and down her chest, and when you close them around her nipple, she gives a short cry, arching her back and clutching your head with both hands.