52. ZARA #2
My hands gripped his shoulders and I arched my back and let out a little whine of pleasure as his tongue swirled around a nipple before he sucked it into his mouth and tormented it with his teeth.
“Seth, please…” I didn’t even know what I was asking for, unless it was for him to never stop making me feel this way.
“I’ve got you, my love,” he breathed. He turned his attention to my other breast, licking and nipping at me until I was on the verge of losing my sanity, but when his lips finally began to travel lower, I couldn’t take any more of his teasing.
My fingers wound themselves in his hair as I tried to push his head down to where I needed it.
“So impatient,” he scolded as he gently disentangled my fingers, “I’ll get there when I’m ready, pet. I intend to savour every inch of you tonight and then go back and do it all over again.”
He took hold of my wrists and pressed them into the pillows alongside my head with a murmured “no touching”, then proceeded to tease me with butterfly kisses across my stomach, then over my hips until his lips finally moved to the inside of my thigh.
I tensed with anticipation then groaned as they travelled downwards instead of in the direction I wanted.
“No more teasing,” I begged and he finally relented and kissed his way back up. I shivered with pleasure as he spread me wide and pressed an open mouthed kiss against my entrance then swirled his tongue slowly through the rush of arousal he’d just created.
“You taste like heaven,” he groaned. “Every time I imagine us like this, I think I remember the taste of you, but the memory doesn’t even come close.”
I gasped as the tip of his tongue circled my clit at the same time as he pushed two thick fingers inside me, the heel of his other hand now pressing down on my hip to keep me exactly where he wanted me, his fingers curling into the soft flesh of my behind.
A keening cry tore from me as he sucked my clit into his mouth, still tormenting it with the tip of his tongue, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity, until a soft nip had me hurtling over the edge with another cry.
For a while I just drifted, unable to process the overload of sensations, until awareness finally returned and I realised he still had his head between my legs, giving me soft licks and kisses.
“Are you back with me, pet?” His breath ghosted over my sensitive flesh as he spoke and my pussy clenched around the fingers that were still inside me, gently sliding in and out so slowly I hadn’t even registered that they were still there until that moment.
I just about managed a breathy “yes Seth” for him and he chuckled, then started to pump me harder, curling his fingers just the right way to get another moan of pleasure, and another flood of wetness, out of me.
“I think this pussy has ruined me,” he groaned, pulling his fingers out and sucking them into his mouth.
“Nothing else could possibly taste as good as this. Open.” He pressed gently against my lower lip until I let him slide a finger coated in my arousal into my mouth.
“Suck,” he demanded, giving a little purr of approval when I complied.
“There’s something else I’d much rather suck,” I whispered when he was finally satisfied I’d cleaned off every last drop. “Why don’t you come up here so I can demonstrate.”
Unable to keep my hands to myself any longer, I curled my fingers into his butt and tugged demandingly until he started to inch his way up my body.
My tongue flicked out in anticipation as he drew nearer, his erection dragging along my stomach and then between my breasts.
He groaned as I took my breasts in my hands and squeezed his cock between them, pumping him up and down and raising my head from the pillow to lap at the precum that had pooled on the tip.
“Gods, Zara. You’re killing me here. I need to be inside you.”
“But I’m hungry too,” I purred, locking my legs around him so he couldn’t escape and continuing to work him with my breasts and my tongue. “Come for your siren so she can taste you.”
“Fuuuuck!” Satisfaction shot through me as with one last flick of my tongue his release erupted over my face, coating my lips before dripping down my chin and running between my breasts.
“You,” he panted, “are the most lustful little siren I have ever met. And I fucking love you. Now eat this meal you so greedily demanded.” He scooped a finger through the cum that was coating my chin and pressed it into my mouth and I lapped it up and then demanded more.
By the time I’d devoured every last drop of him, he was already rock hard again and I wasted no time in pushing him onto his back so I could straddle him.
“You belong to me.” I sank slowly down onto him as I spoke. “And don’t you ever forget it.”
He reached out to cup my breasts. “And every last inch of you belongs to me,” he rasped. “And don’t you ever forget it.”
“Seth, I need…” I couldn’t find the words to tell him what I needed, so I’d just have to show him instead. I rocked against him with an urgency bordering on desperation, letting the sensation of him filling me invade every cell of my body.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Take what you need from me. I’m yours. Only ever yours.” For once he was letting me take the lead and I placed my hands over his that were still cupping my breasts and dragged his thumbs to my nipples.
Please…,” I begged, letting out a little whine when he brushed across them softly. “Harder.”
I ground down onto him frantically as he pinched them between his thumb and forefinger before twisting them roughly.
“Yessss. More.” I slipped my hand down so I could touch myself and his restraint finally snapped.
Flipping us over with him still inside me, his lips moved to my breasts while one hand trailed down, his fingers circling mercilessly against my clit.
I screamed out his name as I started to convulse around him, but he wasn’t done with me yet.
Before I’d even started to come back down to earth my legs were thrown over his shoulders and he started driving into me so hard I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next began.
When he finally came it was with a roar that I’m pretty sure would have been heard in the mortal realm if we hadn’t been in the dream space.
“Tell me that wasn’t utter fucking perfection and see what it gets you,” he panted as soon as he’d got his breath back enough to be able to speak.
I giggled as I remembered our first time together, when I’d told him it had been ‘nice’ and then ‘okay’. “Will it get me more of the same?” I teased. “Because if it will I’m going with ‘adequate’ this time.”
“It will definitely get you more of the same. But I’m going to need a rest first. I think you might have broken me.”
“My pussy broke a demigod, huh? I like the sound of that. I might have to get it engraved on a plaque for our bedroom wall.”
We fell into a comfortable silence for a while, snuggled up together, until I felt myself starting to drift off and sat up in a panic.
“What’s wrong?” Seth reached out to pull me back down. “Did you have a bad dream? Come here, sweetheart.”
“No. No dreaming. We have to stay awake. I have a feeling that if we fall asleep this will be over.”
“Shit. You’re probably right.” He shuffled himself backwards until he could sit up against the headboard and pulled me in front of him, so I was sitting between his legs and leaning back against his chest. “Talk to me then. Tell me what you’ve been doing while I’ve been gone.
What have you learned about your siren gifts? ”
“I’ve learned it’s bloody hard to control them for a start.” I told him about my struggle to use my siren powers against anyone – well, except for Gabriel of course, and he chuckled when I described how I’d beaten him up with a fist made of water.
“It sounds like he deserved it for being such an arsehole to you. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy winding him up about it. What else are you working on?”
“Taryn says I need to master the water manipulation before we can move onto anything else. The battle cry surfaces when I’m angry, the same as the water thing, but I can’t summon that up at will either.”
“You’ll get there. You just need to keep practicing. What about your fae magic?”
By the time I’d finished telling him about how I’d accidentally created Mavis, and her pie stealing antics, he was laughing so much that he had tears streaming down his face.
“Please don’t even think about officially adopting her,” he begged when he heard she was calling me ‘Mama’ now. “Or bringing her to the manor for a visit. Tilly’s bad enough. Can you imagine what the pair of them would be like together if they ever crossed paths? It would be chaos personified.”
“It doesn’t bear thinking about,” I said with an exaggerated shudder.
We sat in silence for a while, his fingers drawing lazy circles on my stomach and I squirmed when they drifted towards my side.
“Stop that, it tickles,” I said. “I get quite enough of that from Eddie.” I felt him stiffen behind me.
“Who the fuck is Eddie?”
“Oh, he’s a new friend of mine,” I couldn’t resist teasing. “Didn’t I mention him?”
“No, Zara, you did not mention him. Who is Eddie?” I was tempted to wind him up for a bit, but I didn’t want to risk putting him in a bad mood and spoiling whatever time we had left together.
“Relax, it’s a siren thing. Apparently some of us can talk to sea creatures. Eddie is an octopus.”
I tilted my head around so I could see his reaction and giggled when he affected a look of fake horror and said, “You’re a fish whisperer? I thought we agreed no tentacles.”
“Well in my defence, they’re not my tentacles, they’re Eddie’s.” His fingers curled into my side with intent this time and I tried to wriggle away.
“Seth, don’t—” The last word ended in a squeal as he totally ignored my warning and started tickling me mercilessly.