Page 37 of Kissing the Kelpie

Looking at him through my lashes, I feel sexy and empowered in a way I haven’t in a very long time. I step closer to him. Our chests touch and press together with every breath. I run one hand through his hair and rub the other over his already-engorged manhood.

“How does this feel?” I lick my lips.

Finn’s eyes open wide. His chest heaves. “Masha.”

I kiss his neck while stroking him over his pants, rubbing my thumb over his oversized tip.

“What are–? It feels so good.”

My lips curl up. “Do you want it to feel better?”

“I’m not sure it can.”

“It can. Trust me.”

“With my life.”

I’m surprised at how turned on I am. With both hands, I explore his sculpted chest, allowing him to see the pleasure I get from touching him. I’ll never tire of his body.

His mouth dips down, searching for mine. I want to kiss him, but the yearning in my belly is for so much more. My lips evade his mouth. Teasing him just a little. He nuzzles the area between my shoulder and my neck. Now my chest heaves.

My hands move down to his powerful thighs. Strong. Solid. Carved to perfection. Slipping my fingers into the waistband of his pants, I pull them down enough to set him free, happy to find he goes commando. My mouth peppers a trail of kisses from his chest to his navel.

I drop to my knees. Finn’s fingers thread through my hair as he watches and waits.

“What are you doing?” He whispers with hooded eyes that beg me for release.

“Using my magic on you.”

My tongue journeys around the oversized head of his shaft. He’s so long, I hold it with both hands, one over the other, stroking while I lathe his tip. I know he’s too thick to take in my mouth, but that doesn’t mean I can’t kiss and lick him all over.

When my tongue collects his salty pre-cum, he sucks in a breath. I feel him tense and thicken.

“Masha . . . This feels . . . Oh, Masha . . . ”

Instead of responding with words, I lick his slit and flick my tongue over it. Finn’s hands are drawn to my breasts. He kneads them, pinches and plays with my nipples. He moans and closes his eyes as I add suction to my repertoire.

His rough touch is harsh but feels good. Soon my breasts will be so tender I won’t tolerate this strong touch. He’s no longer the only one moaning in pleasure. The sounds coming from me vibrate over him, causing his body to shake as he tenses and stiffens like a steel rod.

The sexual tension inside me continues to build, coming to a crescendo as he screams my name. Together, we entwine and become one as we indulge in a sexual rapture.

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Finn pulls me to my feet and holds me against his body. He runs his hands over my hair and kisses me long and hard. When he pulls away, his hands frame my face. He bites his lip with a look of mischief in his eyes.

“What?”

“I’m glad Em and Erin are watching the kids because I want to focus on you and the look on your face as you take it all in.” I give him a side-eyed look. “Come.”

He leads me to the back of the house before I can get a good look at the kitchen and family room. The first stop is our bedroom. I’m surprised at the presence of a bed frame and dresser of drawers made of wood. The scent of the freshly carved furniture is wonderful.

Next, he shows me to two smaller bedrooms opposite each other. Ana’s has a smaller bed frame and mattress and a dresser half the size of the one in the master bedroom. The baby’s room has a cradle and a dresser the same size as Ana’s.

“Wow!”

“You like it?”

“I love it.” I squeeze his hand.

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