Page 6 of Enticing Him

I keep going, moving further down his body, my eyes lifting to Dane’s when he sits up a bit, propping his upper half up with his elbows. “You don’t have to repay me for using my mouth on you if you don’t want to, aren’t ready for that yet, baby.”

My eyes meet his with a hint of a question, before that appendage that only men have bobs between his legs, drawing my gaze to it. It’s glistening even more than his chest was, and I lean forward, licking up the length of it, and oh gods, I think it tastes better than even the coffee did.

I have to have more of that taste, and I lick all around the head of it, stealing all of the taste from that spot before moving further down the length. It’s so big and hard, but it’s also velvety soft, and I lick and suck on it until the only place where I can get that amazing taste, is from the tip as it leaks. My hands slip down the length of it, one wrapping around the base to keep it steady as it jerks, trying to escape my mouth, while the other slips down to the sac beneath it, teasing him there as it makes his neck tighten, giving me more of that taste with every stroke.

“Damn baby, for someone that’s never done this, you’re fucking perfect,” he groans, giving me a splash of that taste and I suck on it harder, wanting even more. I get it when my hands tighten on him, and I keep going until he gushes, filling my mouth with that goodness, making me smile entirely as I slurp it all down.

I pull back, watching his face and the desire in his eyes only deepens, and I stroke my hand up that hard appendage again, going in for another taste.

“Oh no, baby, that mouth is too dangerous to give you another taste just yet. I need some serious time in that sweet pussy of yours before I begin to let you think about putting your mouth back on my cock,” he states as he sits up, his hands pulling me over his lap and his mouth takes mine with a hard kiss. His hands trail over me, rekindling that desperation inside me, and I let out a cry when I sink down onto his length, feeling him everywhere.

“Dane…” I cry as his hands begin to lift me as my hips move back and forth on him, making him rub against a spot that feels magical inside me, and I want so much more of it.

“That’s it, baby, come for me. I want to feel that pussy tighten on my cock while I breed your sweet little ass,” he adds against my ear and I snap, hurtling straight back up into the bliss instantly. His hips thrusted up into me harder, and then more of that heavenly warmth flooded into me.

I rested against his chest, smiling as his hands held me tight, not letting me move as I came back down to a semblance of normal. He rocked my chest against his, making my nipples harden once more, and I let out a little gasp when he stood up, carrying me inside with our bodies still connected. It felt so incredible, making me tighten around him all over again as a small wave of that heaven hit hard.

I let out a cry when he pulled back from me, wanting his hands on me once more, and I got them as he turned me onto my belly. His hands and lips trailed up my body, starting with my legs, until his mouth came down between them, touching and licking that spot, until I was screaming his name once more.

His lips continued up my back and teased my neck as his body came down over mine, warming every inch of me, inside and out as his cock as he called it slid inside me. I turned my face, moaning when his lips latched onto mine, kissing me as his body pumped hard and fast into mine, sending me wild, over and over again, filling me with that warm moisture over and over.

I sighed, my eyes heavy when he turned me, bringing me up against his chest, and I kissed his skin, smiling at the saltiness of it. I was too tired to do more than that, and I sunk down into the sweetness of his hold and stayed there for a long time, just wrapped in his hold.

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A giggle bubbled up as Dane tickled my feet, making me splash in the bath we were in together. I was a bit worried what might happen if I was in it but thankfully, nothing did, letting me enjoy every minute of it, just as I’ve enjoyed every minute I’ve spent with Dane the last three days. He hasn’t done anything for work other than test out the new blends he brought home, and I love it.

Each of them is amazing, but Hazelnut Surprise is definitely my favorite so far. Somehow, it just tastes like home, like Dane, and I want to stay with him forever. If this is even close to what Serenia felt when she saw the man she left with Tuesday morning, then I’m sure she’s as happy as I am right now. I hope Melodia is as well. That she found someone too.

We shut out the rest of the Lycophron when we headed to the lagoon, then agreed to give each other space while we were here. To only contact one another if something was wrong and thankfully so far, no one’s broken it, but I am desperately curious to know if they’ve managed to get that ‘I love you’ from the men they met—if she met one in Melodia’s case.

Dane hasn’t said the words, but I swear I can see them in his eyes. I’m too scared to say them first, to risk him not saying it back or hesitating, because if he does, it will make the next few days harder. We only have until Monday night to get them to say it. That’s just four days, and if I rush him, he might hesitate too long to help me.

I can’t imagine that he doesn’t love me, not when he said from the start that I was his, let alone him telling me every time we make love that he’s going to breed me, so I’ll be his forever. The idea of having his little girl has completely wrapped me up, and I want it more than anything. Or at least as much as I want him to say I love you to me, to keep me from losing Aphrodite’s gift, stop me from having to return to the water in four days when the gift runs out and never being able to be his like this again.

My body feels so relaxed, despite the constant and vigorous sex we’ve had the last three days. I suppose it helps that we’re resting in the water in his tub where there’s a huge window that lets us look at the sky. It’s always soothed me and now, it’s wrapping me in a spell of its own that I’ve never felt before, but it’s so good, so sweet, that I don’t want to escape it.

“I have to go into the café in the morning to get the payroll out for those that still want paper checks,” Dane says, nibbling on my ear as I rest back against his chest, my feet in his hands still as he rubs them. “I don’t want you to be worried if you wake up and I’m not here. I know how much you love your beauty sleep,” he adds, making me giggle because I do like to sleep in, but that’s because I stay up over half the night.

It’s just built into my DNA to love the nighttime I guess. Some of it comes from being a siren, the rest from my father. He was an astronomer, which is how he ended up meeting my mother. She killed him soon after she learned she was pregnant with me. I have my gift of manipulating the sky thanks to him, and when I stare up at it, I somehow feel like he’s looking down at me, watching over me, keeping me safe. I can’t explain how I managed to make it to my birthday without killing, without succumbing to the cold bloodlust other than him up there helping me get through it.

“Who is it that’s been keeping me up all night, talking about breeding me, hmm?” I return, looking back at him and his hand slips onto my throat, keeping my head tilted backwards as he kisses me, wakening my desires all over again.

“Me, which is why I want you to rest, not worry about waking up to come in with me. I’ll be home before it gets too late in the afternoon, and I want you to rest. You’re going to need your strength for what I have in mind for you this weekend,” he adds on a little bit of a growl that has me hungry and desperate for him.

His body shifts, pushing me forward a bit, and I moan as his thickness teases at my opening. I can’t stop from slipping onto it, and he holds my hips still, thrusting up into me until we’re both toppling over the edge.

That has him pulling me back to the bed with him, taking me all over again, until my eyes are blurry and a yawn breaks off a new kiss with him.

“Shh, go to sleep, baby. We’ve got the rest of our lives to love each other,” he whispers against my ear, and I can’t fight the hint of the smile that hits hearing him say that.

Yes, he could simply mean physically loving each other, but he just said the rest of our lives as well. Surely that means he’s as into this as I am.

Morning comes and I feel him leave the bed, dropping a kiss onto my lips, but I can’t pull myself fully awake. I sink back into the comfort of sleep, staying there until my body naturally wakes.

There’s a note propped up on the nightstand as Dane called it, telling me I could use his charger if I needed to charge my phone—that it was on the nightstand next to the bed after he brought my bag up that first morning. I just kissed him to hide the fact that I didn’t have a phone—though it’s one of the few human items I know immediately by sight. More than one human has dropped them in their shock when sirens surprised them, cluttering up the waters.

Dane’s writing is thick, but thankfully, we learned human languages a long time ago and they’re taught to all of us when we’re young. Their writing lets us know when ships come through, if they’re one that we should let pass because there are too many possible witnesses, like with cruise ships. Or if they’re ones that can, and sometimes I might even agree, should be taken out. Usually, the only time I agree with sinking ships is if they’re the ones that are hunting sea life and I don’t mean us.

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