I growl. She giggles.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you…”
I laugh, and I feel like I should get up. Toss the condom, find some way to get my dick down. Siren follows me back to the bedroom. When I step out of the bathroom, still hard, sans condom, she’s there in the bedroom doorway with her nipples peeking out from under her long hair.
“Dammit, woman.” My hand wraps around my cock, and Finley saunters closer. “What’re you trying to do to me?” My words sound hoarse…like it’s me who was the virgin.
She runs her hand up my chest slowly, tickling with her fingernails, but her brown eyes are wide. She’s watching my face.
I run a hand into her hair and kiss her cheek, and then her lips. I’m going to kiss her and then tell her she doesn’t have to fuck me all day, but I can’t seem to stop once I get started. We kiss until we’re both panting. When I pull away, her face looks startled.
“You okay?”
She nods, still wide-eyed…but they’re glazed now. Like she wants it.
I rock my dick against her leg. “That’s because you’re fucking beautiful, and you feel so good. When I’m with you, I want to be in you. Every time.” She reaches between us, running her hand up and down me. Fuck. I take a deep breath as she strokes me. Force myself to go on. “You don’t have to, though. Okay?” My hand cups her shoulder, squeezing lightly as her hands send pleasure rolling through my belly, down my legs. “Anything we do…is enough.”
She gives me a solid tug and whispers, “Is it, though? What’s wrong with more?”
I don’t want to hurt you. I’m going to say it, but it feels so damn good, what she’s doing. I end up leaning on the bed, and then I’m on my back, with my legs hanging off the side. And Finley’s got her lips around me.
She’s giving my head these tentative licks, teasing that little slit with the tip of her tongue. It’s making me moan. I pull her hair…then stroke her hair. She keeps kissing up and down my shaft. I’m about to shove my dick down her throat if she doesn’t take it herself. That’s a lie, though. I just groan and flex my legs…and she eases my head out of her mouth and looks up at me, grinning like a fucking minx.
“I adore those noises you make.”
That’s the last thing I process before she reads my mind and deep-throats my dick. I can tell she’s new to it from how she gags—I rub her hair and rasp out some instructions—but she’s damn good. I try to pull out when I feel it building, but she won’t let me. I come so hard I see stars.
Afterward, I can’t move off the bed. I feel wrung out, like I might even fall asleep.
“I’ve got an idea,” she murmurs. I can sense her walking off. She comes back back a minute later. She tosses a blanket over me, and I move my legs fully onto the bed as I squint up at her.
“Do you trust me?” she murmurs.
“I don’t know how much I like that question.”
She kisses my forehead. “Yes, of course you trust me.”
She holds something up, and I realize it’s one of those little potion bottles. “Let me give you a bit of this. Stay here and rest. I’ve got two patients today and one errand. I’ll bring Baby with me when I return, we’ll wake you in three hours. Then I’ll cook you lunch and dinner.”
I can’t swallow as I peer up at her.
She runs her hand over my arm. “I’ll report you ill, and there’s my excuse for returning to see you, should someone spot me en route. Perfect.”
I inhale slowly, and she leans down, rubbing her cheek against mine. Her lips tickle my jaw, making my dick twitch. “I know every herb by heart, all the ones that could potentially help you.” She strokes my hair, making my eyelids heavy. “This will be a good thing. Say yes.”
I do—because she’s smiling so angelically. Also, I don’t figure it’ll really knock me out. I open my mouth like a little kid, and Finley gives me something from a dropper. Then she kisses me, stroking her tongue into my mouth, which tastes like liquor and strange sweetness.
“I’ll let myself in when I return since I know you like that. I’ll wake you.”
I drop into sleep like parachuting off a plane and drifting down into a field. I dream of her hair, her sweet smell. I can feel her kisses on my throat, her hand around my dick. And then my eyes are open, and she’s really here. She’s straddling me. Her long hair is tickling my chest, and she’s biting my nipple.
Fuck.
I feel her hand on my cock, and I realize she’s been jacking me off. Holy fuck, I’m hard.
“Ready to go again,” she giggles.
“I don’t—” My eyes shut as she rolls my balls in her hand. I can’t think, can only pant and grit my molars as she works me. Then I’m groaning. “I don’t think I have another condom.”