Isla scoops up my hand and steps around me, giving enough of a tug that I realize she wants me to pivot. I rotate with her, ready for more direction.
“I’m in charge,” she murmurs, as if I need reminding.
“I’ll do anything you want.”
The woman shoves my chest hard, so I topple backward on the bed. Before I can move, Isla brings her hands down on my thighs. That touch has me groaning. But then the temptress crawls over me, centering herself where my hard dick lies against my stomach.
“Don’t worry, Finn.” She pats my pec, and my muscles twitch in frantic anticipation. “I’ll get number three.”
“But I—holy fuck.” The curse spills out in response to Isla lowering herself onto my hips, sandwiching my aching cock between my stomach and her hot pussy.
She draws more expletives from me as she begins to rock, rubbing her slick core along my length.
Using me the way I always wished she would.
The ecstasy forms a hazy fog over my mind, demanding I simply experience the sensations. That I allow myself to sink into nerve endings and become a beast of only physical touch.
But I battle that urge. As much as I crave this pleasure, more than anything, I want to remember. To sear every moment of this time with Isla into my brain, so I’ll never forget, even when years have passed since this night.
My eyelids grow heavy, but I force them open, cataloging the rhythm of her hips and the angles she sways them. Noting the exact pitch of each of her gasps, cherishing the few guttural grunts when a certain spot presses into me. I cup her swaying tits, measuring the curve with my hands. Isla’s nipples taunt me, the peaks still hard and flushed from my earlier attention. I rear up, capturing one point in my lips, desperate to savor the flavor of her skin.
Mistake. At my first lick, she cries out, body curling around mine, riding through her orgasm.
Her third bout of pleasure.
I never want this to end, but Isla bears down hard as her fingers tangle in my hair. With her pressed against me, the heat of our bodies mixing until we’re one, I can’t stop my rolling wave, and the crest crashes through me. Out of me.
My groan is half-pleasure, half-pain, and I jerk as I spill in the space between us, my orgasm throwing up a barrier.
“Three,” Isla murmurs against my neck, her voice sleepy. Already, she’s fading, just as she promised.
I’ve fulfilled my role, but I can’t let her go. Can’t admit that this brief, perfect moment is finished. That I got all I can ever have from her.
“You should sleep here,” the selkie mumbles, resting her head on my shoulder.
“You don’t mind?” Good thing she’s so out of it because I struggle to mask the desperate hope in my voice.
Isla slowly shakes her head. “Thank you for helping with the nightmares.” Her voice is barely audible as she nestles closer to me. “Hate to dream of drowning.”
Guilt tears through me, ripping apart the joy and glow of this night.
Isla has nightmares about drowning.
And it’s my fault.
As I try to focus on the memory of her pleasured sounds, another recollection shoves to the front of my mind. The hard thunk of a boat propeller hitting an object just before a scream of pain.
Carefully, I lay Isla down on the covers. She barely stirs, already asleep. I retreat to the bathroom, where I wash my cum off my torso and then wet a hand towel before returning to the bedroom. With gentle strokes, I wipe Isla’s stomach, taking special care around her tattooed hip even though she’s long healed.
Beneath the ink, I can still see the twist and pucker of skin she tried to cover with her beautiful image. The scar that I caused.
I should leave. The slightly decent part of my brain reasons.I don’t deserve to be near her.
But then a louder, more selfish part roars an opinion.She told me to stay!
Grabbing a quilt off the foot of the bed, I spread the patterned blanket over Isla and then slip under the cover. Without encouragement, she turns into my body. This woman, averse to most physical touch when awake, seeks to plaster every inch of her naked body against mine while she sleeps.
I hold her close, wishing that what we just shared could eradicate my dark memories.
