“How many?”
“As many as you have!”
He chuckles against my clit. But I can’t explain to him that I’ve become so lost in his touches that I can’t remember how many fingers a human has.
Is it the same as me? How many do I have?
I don’t care.
Then, a pressure enters me. In wonder, I gaze down, watching Finn ease his touch in and out of my vagina, his skin growing slick with my pleasure. His chin tilts up until our stares meet.
“For me?” he whispers.
My shaking hands cradle his head. “Finn.” His name is my breath. I survive off him.
Gray-blue eyes grow dark as a storm, but they don’t leave mine as he bends forward to take my clit between his lips. This time, when he sucks, his fingers curl inside me.
And I let him watch as the second, larger wave rushes through me.
Two.
6
FINN
Isla will orgasma third time if I die trying. And who knows? Maybe I am dead and was a decent enough guy in life that I’m in heaven. Because I can’t imagine a better paradise than the space between this woman’s legs.
But that can’t be right. I was never good enough for her.
The only thing that would make this better is if I could ease the ache in my cock. Which definitively shows I’m not in heaven because I’m obviously a selfish bastard.
Still, I take a chance.
“Isla?”
Her head lolls to the side, eyes hazy as she gazes down at me. My heart hurts with how gorgeous she is, lying here, lax from the pleasure I’ve given her.
“Finn,” she says my name like it’s the answer. Just like she did a moment ago when I thought I’d break in half from wanting her.
“Do you mind if I touch myself while I take care of your number three?”
Slowly, she sits up. “You’re aroused?”
Pretty much since the moment I saw her in that high-waisted swimsuit. “Yes.”
“Let me see.”
Curious what she’ll do, I stand up. The tent in my shorts is impossible to ignore.
“I would prefer your clothes off.” The selkie stares intently at my erection, which only gets me harder.
“Whatever you want.” And I mean it. If she asked me to dig my still-beating heart out from under my rib cage, I’d do it for her. I tug my shirt off, then drop my shorts, and kick them away.
“I want to be in charge now.” Isla digs her teeth into her lower lip, and my dick pulses at the move.
“Go for it.”
My breaths come in short bursts as she rises off the bed. When Isla steps in close, my tip brushes her belly, leaving a drop of pre-cum on her skin. The sight and sensation drag a needy sound from deep in my chest.
