Page 70 of The Sea Siren of Broadwater Bottom
“The hand cream?” He struggled to think about anything other than her breasts looming above him, petite, pert, and perfect, with nipples the precise same shade as her freckles. “It was in the little porcelain jar with the flowers.”
“Aha,” she said, slipping out of the bed and padding over to her dressing table. “That explains it, then.”
Edward frowned. “That explains what?”
Elissa turned to face him, fully nude and holding the jar. “This one isn’t my hand cream. It’s coconut oil, for my hair.”
“I’m sorry,” Edward said, feeling like a fool. “I didn’t know the difference.”
Elissa laughed as she climbed back onto the bed to kneel beside him. “I’m not the least bit sorry, because it worked a thousand times better than my hand cream! In fact”—she paused, biting her lip—“I thought I might try some of it on you. Seeing as you’re, um, ready again.”
Edward was stunned into silence, as a thousand tempting images of Elissatrying thingson him flitted across his mind. She misinterpreted his silence. “That is—if you would like that. If you’re not too sensitive… Do you feel sensitive afterward, too? After you, you know—”
“After I climax?” he asked, finally managing to form something resembling a sentence. He filed the fact that Elissa would be sensitive after her own peak away for future reference. “I do.” He cleared his throat, then added in a rush, “But I don’t think I’m too sensitive right now.”
A smile broke over her face. “Excellent!” She opened the jar and scooped out a dab of the coconut oil, smoothing it over her palms. She fumbled the jar with slick hands as she attempted to place it on the bedside table. “Ooh, that is slippery. Now, let’s see, should I just—”
“Here.” Edward rolled onto his back with what was perhaps an unbecoming alacrity and flipped the bedclothes back. “Help yourself.”
It was agony, those seconds in which she tried to figure out how she was going to touch him. She would reach a hand out toward his purpling cock, then hesitate, shaking her head, then approach from a different angle, but again pause just shy of touching him. By the time she finally wrapped one hand around the side of his shaft, Edward had all but wrung the bedsheets into knots.
He sawimmediatelywhat she meant about the coconut oil, because the slide of her hand along his length wasdeliciouslyslick. And Elissa’s hands were so soft and tiny and sweet, different in the best possible way from his own rough, clumsy hand.
She was stroking up his shaft, slowly, tentatively, experimentally. Edward’s jaw was like iron. Part of him wanted for this to never end, for her soft little touches to go on forever. But another part of him yearned to cover her hand with his own and urge her to stroke him faster and harder, to give him the release his body was crying out for.
She had been sliding up and down along the middle of his shaft, but her hand slipped and she came up to cup the head of his cock. He made a strange sound, somewhere between a groan and a bleat.
Elissa’s eyes flew to his face and her hand froze. “I’m sorry! Should I not touch you there?”
He felt his cheeks burning.How humiliating. But the last thing he wanted was for her to stop, so he forced himself to say, “No, that was a good sound. That’s where I’m most sensitive, near the tip. It—it felt good.”
“Did it? How about this?” she asked, cupping him and rubbing his head with her thumb.
“So… g-good…” was all he could manage, as the pleasure overwhelmed his brain. Elissa gave a bright giggle as she redoubled her efforts.
Edward knew he should feel embarrassed to be so out of control, but he was having difficulty summoning the willpower. The sight of Elissa kneeling next to him, naked, alluringly curtained in her red hair, a delighted smile on her face as she stroked up and down his cock, was better than any erotic fantasy he’d ever had, and he found himself unable to focus on anything else.
She tried a new motion, stroking down his cock and then coming up to swirl her soft little hand over his head, and he made another sound that was more animal than human. “Does that feel good?” she asked eagerly.
“Oh, my God!” he gasped. “You have n-no idea.”
Elissa giggled, delighted, and a teasing expression came into her eyes. “I think I know something you’ll like even better.”
“Not possible,” he bit out.
“I’m not so sure. You see”—she grinned as she scooted down so that she waskneeling between his legs—“I, too, have read Ovid.”
“Elissa?” he asked uncertainly. Because the lurid direction his thoughts were taking—it was crazy. Of course,of course, she couldn’t be thinking of—of—
“How I would hate for you to conclude that my understanding of Ovid was not as thorough as yours.” She leaned forward onto her elbows so that her sweet pink lips were mere inches from his cock, so close he could feel the whisper of her breath against his head. “As I’m sure you recall, he made some suggestions that were rather… intriguing.”
“Elissa, you—you don’t have to do that. If you’d rather not.”
She was studying him with those sea-glass green eyes. “Would it feel good?”
He swallowed, his gaze straying to her hand where it was slowly stroking up and down his shaft. “I’m sure it would.”
“And would it make you happy?”
