Page 91 of Seduced By the Mermen
I kiss her knuckles. “I’m not going to lie, Blair. I’m a little nervous.”
“That makes two of us.” Her eyes flick to Clark. Who will no doubt give me a dressing-down later for admitting to my weakness. “Thank you for being honest with me.”
“Always.” I kiss her soft cheek.
She nuzzles into my side. Our breathing syncs. I tip her chin up to me, and her silken hair curtains around her when our lips touch. I’m not inexperienced. There’s a spark that has me gripping her back, pulling her toward me. I’m not sure if I’m the last of the Masons to kiss Blair. There’s no competition for last place. It doesn’t matter. But I can’t believe I’ve waited this long. The kiss in the kitchen was good, but it’s nothing like this. I’m on fire.
I grip her waist, sit, and pull her fully onto my lap. Her hips are moving, and I’m thrusting up against her.
My left hand finds the edge of her purple tunic, and I graze the skin under it. Goosebumps trail behind my fingers, and she moans into my mouth.
“Arms up,” Clark says, standing behind Blair. Her hands vanish from the back of my neck.
I don’t want to stop kissing her, but the rising silken shirt parts us.
“Delmar.” Her eyes are dilated, but more interestingly, there’s a strip of lace over her breasts.
“What’s this?” I run my fingertip between her skin and the pink strap.
“It’s a bra. It holds the girls up.”
“It’s in the way.” Clark does something behind her, and the two cups hang off her body.
I pull it off and toss the scrap of shiny fabric over my shoulder. “Why would you ever need such a thing?” I lightly touch her until I reach her nipple.
“I guess I don’t. My breasts aren’t that large. But I’ve gotten used to them over the years, and I feel rather naked without one on.”
“You’re still not naked,” Clark states.
“I guess I’m not. But then, neither are you.” She cocks her head.
Clark tugs on his tunic and pants, and they’re close to gone before I’ve snapped out of it.
“You too, handsome . . . male.”
I pull off my tunic and lean back into Blair. “What were you going to say?” Because I have a feeling I know what she was going to say. Youngling, podlet. I’m not that much younger than a lot of the other Masons, but enough that sometimes the generations separate us. Especially between me and Forrest. He’s not as old as my fathers, but he’s closer in age to them than he is to me. It’s never mattered to me, but... “You are so beautiful.”
“Grab her leggings, Delmar,” Clark demands.
I slide my fingers under the waistband and pull the tie. The loose fabric comes undone, and it’s easy to tug down the layers of fabric. Away from her beautiful skin. I move her off my lap and inch off the side of the bed, down to my knees, and throw one of Blair’s legs over my shoulder. I want to taste her.
Her leg vibrates with my first touch. “You don’t have to?—”
“Do you not want me to?” I pause, hovering over her core. Blair’s reclining on the bed, pushed up on her elbows, with her legs off the edge of the bed.
“No. I mean, yes. Yes, I do. I...”
Clark moves around to her side. “Blair, tell us what you want.”
She bites her lip again. The tinge of red trails down her chest. The way she changes colors intrigues me. “I... it’s hard.”
“We’re very hard, Blair. But I promise we’re not scary. We just want you to have everything you want.” I should wait for her words, but I can’t help but press a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
“Higher,” she whispers.
“Really? How much higher should Delmar go?” Clark laughs.
I can’t see what Clark’s doing. But Blair squirms when I inch kisses upward. They’re light and playful and are nowhere near her clit. For every inch I go upward, I move away from her core.
