Page 5 of Enticing Him

“Cream hides the taste, and sugar makes it too sweet,” she says with a little shrug, and I laugh a bit, lifting the mug to blow on, before lifting it to her lips. Her hands slip up around mine, but I don’t let it go.

“Try this and tell me what you think,” I suggest because my go-to house-blend has hints of hazelnuts in it compared to a straight coffee bean only blend. Her lips part and she sips on it, her eyes widening, brightening with delight, and I can’t help but smile in return. “It’s one of my favorite blends I came up with, Hazelnut Surprise. You still get that rich coffee taste, but then the hazelnut gives it this hint of sweetness to ease the slight bitterness of the coffee beans but not so overwhelming, and then you get that nuttiness along with it, with a bit of an added earthy musk, which captivates all of your senses.”

“It’s amazing,” she sighs, taking another large sip, her eyes closing as she savors it and shit, I have to taste the smile that crosses her lips this time. I gently take the mug from her hands, setting it down on the island then pull her entirely up against me, tasting her and the coffee that she drank, which just makes her taste even better. My cock jumps behind my jeans, and I pull back before I do something stupid like jumping her right here. Much as I want to, I need to make this good for her and I’m liable to come before I’m fully inside her. I don’t want to disappoint her at all, make her regret only having me for the rest of her life. I can learn everything she likes to make her stay, but I need to get myself under control first.

I step back, grabbing the mugs and drop a little kiss onto her lips suggesting, “Why don’t we take these outside? We can talk, get to know each other better.”

“Okay,” she agrees easily, and I guide her out onto the covered porch, letting her take in my backyard. The house is situated on top of a hill, the ground behind it sloping showing off part of the town, while the trees along the side of the house block the view further out that leads to the ocean.

I settle us into two separate chairs on the porch, putting the mugs down on a table between them, trying to tame down my desires as we talk. Her answers to some of the basic questions such as where she’s from and where did she go to high school, if she’s in college, have me completely stumped when she hedges around them, putting it back onto me to answer instead. I reach over, taking her hand when I finish telling her about my job, bringing it up to my lips, and the little indrawn breath fills me with hunger all over again.

“It’s okay if you didn’t go to college,” I tell her, holding her hand to my chest, letting her feel the way my heart is pounding. “From what you said, I’m guessing you were homeschooled,” I add, and her eyes widen in surprise. “I don’t care, baby. Don’t need some genius or corporate ladder climber to make me happy. I’d be more than happy to have you at home every day, waiting for me to get back, urging me to come back quickly so you can climb into my arms.”

“Dane…” she hums, her fingers curling into my chest and I can’t hold back another minute. I stand up, pulling her from her chair, and lay my lips on hers, groaning when her mouth instantly parts, letting me delve into the sweet recess of it.

My hands pull her close, sliding over her until I can’t stand not being able to touch her skin. I pull back, loving her little whine when I take my lips away, and I smile down at her as I pull her shirt off over her head. Her little breasts are covered with just a thin bikini top that’s also white, cut extremely low, and I tug the bottom of it down just a little, moaning when her nipples pop out of the cups, hard and tight, begging for my mouth.

I can’t resist any of her, and I throw off my own shirt, pulling her chest against mine, teasing her with the hair on it. Her body shakes and I keep going, her eyes darkening into an intense gray storm. Her face flushes, her mouth dropping open, and I pull back, my lips sipping at hers for just a moment, before they trail down her neck, until I reach those perfect little breasts.

I cup one with my hand, my fingers teasing the tight nipple, while I suck the other deep into my mouth, pushing her higher still, until her hands are tugging at my hair. They’re not try to pull me off her breasts though, they’re tugging me to get closer, deeper, and I oblige as my hands push at her shorts, sending them down her slender thighs with ease, leaving her in just matching bikini bottoms.

My mouth moves off her breasts, my hands grabbing hers when she tries to pull me back onto them, her throat making the sexiest little moans and whimpers that just make my cock pulse even faster. It wants inside her, but I need to taste her first, before I fill her with my cum, altering her original taste forever. I swear, her pussy is always going to have me inside it, so she’ll never taste of just her again.

The bikini bottoms have little tie strings on her hips, and I pull them as I kiss down her belly, baring her as she lets out a tiny little gasp. I pull her leg over my shoulder, opening her up to me, and get my very first taste of a woman’s pussy. It’s more invigorating than an entire pot of coffee, and I lick and kiss and suck on her until her body comes apart under my mouth, her sweetness flooding it, making me simultaneously want more of it dripping down my throat, while also needing to be buried inside her just as much.

I stand, my mouth going straight back onto hers, letting her see just how good she tastes, while I kick off my jeans, the boxer brief pushed down with them, and I grab her up around the waist, lifting her sexy ass onto the ledge of the porch railing. It’s a white powder coated aluminum rail, making it smooth under her ass.

My cock is throbbing as I grip it, teasing at her pussy with its head, making her moan entirely into my mouth as I take hers again. Her pussy grips the head tightly as I push just into her, letting out a moan of my own at the incredibleness of how it feels with just this alone.

It’s not enough though, not nearly enough, and despite how tight she is, I push forward with a hard thrust, my arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her down onto me with it. I swear as she lets out a loud cry of pain as my cock flashes through something I wasn’t expecting to find—her virginity.

It makes my head spin, while the tightness of her pussy, clamping down around me sends me over instantly. I press kisses to her face as I let the orgasm come, flowing through me and out into her.

I never imagined she’d be untouched. Even if she was homeschooled it never crossed my mind that a woman as gorgeous as Celestia would be a virgin, but I fucking love that she’s mine.Allmine now and I intend to keep her just like this forever.

Chapter 3

Celestia

Pain and sweetness meet where Dane’s thickness is buried inside me and I love how good, how right, it feels. His lips whisper over my face, stealing the moisture from my cheeks that slipped from my eyes, and his hands hold my head and hip tight until I can begin to breathe even remotely normal again.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to be so rough,” he says softly against my ear, his lips brushing over the shell of it. “I wasn’t thinking straight. Didn’t realize you’d never had a man between your legs, baby. You’ve never let another man close to you have you?” he adds, lifting my face towards him and I shake my head no. “Thank the fuck…I’d murder someone if they’d gotten anywhere near you.”

A shiver sliced through me seeing the depth of truth in his eyes. I shouldn’t like him saying that let alone enjoy it being even remotely true, but I do. I love that he wants me as his—all his. It makes it so much easier to give into this heat that’s between us, hope that it’ll turn into love for him by the end of the week. Because it’s already there for me.

There’s no possible way that’s not what this emotion running through me is. The only thing I can think of that could fully combat the cold sirens feel is love—true love. I want to find the very depths of it with Dane. Now—always—forever. Want to have his daughter so we can teach her that the world is beautiful, filled with darkness yes, but also so much light as well. Even on the darkest night, light can always break through, guide you home.

That’s what I want. To guide Dane home to me daily. Be the light reaching out just for him, and if this how I can make that happen, I’ll make sure to be the best at it for him—just him.

“Dane…kiss me. Love me,” I plead as I lift my hips, bringing him even deeper inside me, and it floods me with the pounding desperation I felt earlier with his mouth between my legs. I want him to physically love me, to make that desperation ease, yes, but I also want him to love me emotionally—and not to just fulfill the loophole and let me live on land with him forever.

“With pleasure, baby,” he whispers to me, as he picks me up, laying us down on the floor of the porch atop his shirt. His body cages me against it before his lips reclaim mine, and I shout into his mouth as his hips begin to move slowly at first, but they pick up speed as he begins to thrust harder into me. His mouth leaves mine and he lets out a shout as I press my lips to his chest, over his nipple the way he did with mine, and I love the sound, so I do it again.

I tease the nipples with my tongue as his hand slips between us, playing with a spot between my legs that is pulsing, making it pulse even harder. His fingers pinch that same spot, and I scream against his chest, my teeth biting into his skin around his nipple as that desperation inside me snaps, fast, flooding me with ecstasy. Dane lets out a shout of his own, his body stiffening above me, and I shiver feeling the rush of something new between my legs.

It’s a warm moisture that feels so good filling me up, and I moan when every time my body tightens around him, I get more of it. Dane moans deeper, his body shuddering as he turns us, his hand pressing my head against his slick skin, and I can’t stop from tasting it. It’s even better than other sirens claim—the salt of his sweat—and I turn my face, taking long licks of it and him.

His arms fall down to his sides, and I let my lips search his entire chest, for every drop, before sliding lower to his belly, tasting not only his sweat there, but mine as well, which is shocking. Sirens are so cold-blooded that we don’t sweat—not ever, but there’s a different essence mixed with the sweat on his belly that has to be my own.

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