Page 138 of Bewitched By the Sea Monster
Relax?
Stars, how could I, when?—
“Let me bring it to you,” he whispered. “Trust me.”
Water splashed over my face as I struggled.
His nose rubbed against my thighs. “Relax. You’re safe, Pippi.”
He pressed his tongue, hard, between my legs.
I wailed.
A deep purr ripped through him, rattling my entire body. “You are so lovely. I wish…”
Again, an image flashed in my head, like a splash of water, there and gone. Even trying to grab it this time didn’t work—it trickled through my fingers—but some fragments lingered.
That lean, long-limbed man crouched between my legs, his silken mop of curly hair tickling my thighs as his mouth latched to my clit, suckling. His hands pressed into my lower belly, massaging, holding me still. Forcing me to feel every ounce of sensation.
I reached for that man. Wanting to look into his eyes as I came untangled beneath his ministrations.
But my hand only swatted at water.
“I wish I could. Hold you.” Alistair’s nose rubbed against my front, stroking my breasts, while his tongue continued to work between my legs.
A new emotion assaulted me.
Love.
I sobbed. And my overwrought body finally came undone.
I squeezed my eyes shut as the orgasm ploughed through me, hard enough to send my body twisting into bone-rattling shudders. To have me seeing stars.
It ebbed slowly, leaving me panting. Weak. Shivering.
My arm slid bonelessly over the rock. And panic spiked my gut when my sluggish limbs sank into the water.
But then Alistair was under me, placing me securely onto his head and lifting me out of the sea.
I flopped onto my back between his horns and panted.Laughed.
I’d never had an orgasm rip through me like that.Never.Even when I hadfound release before, it’d never left me…
Giddy.
Drunk.
Content.
“Goodness, don’t letanyoneelse on the isle know you have a tongue like that.” I idly smoothed my wet skirt over my legs. “You’ll have all the womenlining up. Married. Unmarried. Lesbian. Doesn’t matter. You’ll be licking until your tongue falls off.”
“My tongue”—Alistair fluffed with pride—“is only for you, Pippi.”
A tingle of pleasure snaked up my spine. I shivered.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“No.”I was the opposite—feverish, almost. “That was…I mean…it…” I laughed. Again. “I think you broke me,Alistair.”
