“Oh. I like that.” Eagerly, I wrap my legs around his torso, grinding against him.
“Can you come like this?” Finn’s lips brush the hard tip of my nipple with each word, sending small splashes of pleasure through my body. But I want the massive crashing waves from a moment ago.
“I’ve never tried. If you suck on me hard like before, I think I can.”
Finn groans deep and then locks his lips around my areola, pulling, tugging, and meanwhile, I rock my hips against him. Then, he bites gently yet still hard enough for a sting. The shift in sensations surprises me. Suddenly, an orgasm rolls through my muscles.
With a hiccup, I collapse back on the bed, limbs both loose and pulsing. My legs fall open, releasing their hold on his trim waist.
“One.” Finn grins down at me.
I meet his eyes over the length of my heaving chest.
Gods, he might get me to three.
The talented human leans in to press a kiss against my breastbone and then again an inch lower, and he continues tracing a trail down my belly until he reaches my waistband.
“Can I?”
“Yes.”
He hooks his thumbs in my shorts and underwear, sliding the fabric down my legs. There’s a pause, and I realize Finn stopped touching me. Propping myself up onto my elbows, I realize he’s staring again.
“You have a tattoo,” he murmurs.
“I do.” Reaching to my hip, I finger the neatly drawn lines permanently imprinted on my skin. “It’s the Tower Bridge in London. Did you know I went to London?”
Finn shakes his head.
“I visited on my own a few years ago.” An adventure I never told my parents about. They likely would have had mutual panic attacks if they’d discovered I was on a different continent than my selkie skin for two weeks. But I don’t tell them everything in my life, which the tattoo is a constant reminder of.
“Must have been a good trip if you got a tattoo.” Finn continues to examine the detailed image the artist spent four hours sketching into my flesh with her needle.
The picture is beautiful, but it’s not going to contribute to my orgasm. I sit all the way up.
“Do you find tattoos unattractive?” My fingers spread, obscuring the image. “I might be able to achieve another orgasm on my own, if you’d prefer to stop.”
I didn’t think to warn him beforehand. The possibility that Finn might be turned off by the piece of art I love so much has me wanting to crawl under the covers. But as I move to shift away, he clutches my hips.
“Beautiful,” he rasps. “The tattoo. You. I want—” The sentence doesn’t finish with a word but instead an action. Finndives between my thighs, pressing a hot, openmouthed kiss to my core.
Sensitive from the first orgasm, I can’t help a yelp of surprise, but then I have my hands buried in the silky strands of his hair, squirming as he licks up and down my vulva lips.
“Gods!” my voice squeaks when he brushes my clitoris.
After the treatment my nipples received, I’m almost scared for him to keep going.
But I’m more terrified he’ll stop.
The first suck has my thighs shaking.
The second overwhelms my toes, curling them painfully tight.
I brace for a third, but he pauses.
“Can I penetrate you with my finger?”
“Yes!” The word comes out as a sob. “Please,” I beg.
