Page 23 of The Selkie Santa

Harper squealed with delight.

Hot breath on her thighs made her hips buck, trying to chase that big selkie tongue. He lapped up and down and around but not quite on her cleft until she was beside herself, writhing and begging and winding her fingers into his hair.

With another husky laugh, Noah flung her legs up, one over each of his shoulders, and sank his mouth into her core.

Harper arched, grinding her pussy shamelessly into his face as Noah made deep sexy noises in unison with her little cries.

Soon the room was filled with the sound of Noah guzzling her juices and her croons of pleasure, and Harper didn’t even care if the sounds travelled outside the confines of her cottage as she clung on for the ride of her life.

“Are you close, babe?”

“So close…”

Just as she teetered on the edge of release, Noah ground two thick digits inside her, hooking them into her, stroking her g-spot as his tongue continued the delicious assault on her clit.

Harper’s eyes rolled back in her head.

Vaguely she was aware of Noah raising his head from her pussy as his fingers thrust into her. “Come for me baby, that’s right, baby, right there, while I finger fuck you.” His deep baritone spurred her on, his dirty words so unlike the sweet, respectful Noah she knew.

But oh, how she lovedthisNoah…

And then he laid his tongue back on her clit and sucked it into his mouth.

Harper’s thighs clamped around his ears, and with a scream of “No—ahhhhh!” she dived into the most spectacular orgasm of her life.

CHAPTER 7

Noah gathered Harper against his chest and held her close in the aftermath. The taste of her on his lips was like nectar, and the fact that he’d just brought his girl to a screaming orgasm filled his soft selkie heart to bursting point.

Everything was perfect—except for his engorged cock, throbbing between his thighs. He smirked, realizing there was three years of pent-up sexual tension in there.

But he could wait. Pleasuring Harper meant more than anything else. He’d put up with blue balls until he got his act together enough to bring condoms with him.

And then he felt her hand sneaking a path down his body. Stroking across his abs and lower, finding the hot, hard length of him.

She gave a happy little mewl. “Now you’ve taken care of my needs… I need to take care of yours… isn’t that what friends do for each other?” Her eyes sparkled at him and then she dropped little kisses on his pecs, across the hairs of his chest, down his belly to the thicker line of hair…

Noah stared helplessly down his body at his cock, and her fingers barely meeting around its meaty girth.

He’d love to be inside Harper right now… but with no contraception, and no lube to ease the way, he hadn’t dared think that anything would be on offer.

“I can’t, I mean we can’t… no contrac?—”

“I get that. ButIcan…” She stroked down his length again and Noah’s toes obligingly curled. “Your cock is beautiful,” she murmured.

He knew she’d experienced selkie cock—of course she had, with Wyatt—but he really didn’t want to think of that now, didn’t want to think of anything to do with Wyatt and the problems he caused.

Now her thumb pad was stroking over the swollen head, right on the most sensitive part of the tip, and Noah was reduced to unintelligible grunts of pleasure.

“I’d love to take you inside me, but I guess we have to save something for next time,” Harper said.

“You want a next time?” Noah managed out of dry lips.

She bit her lips and smiled. “Well, we do have to practice our lines, remember.”

“Yeah, and with my dyslexia we’ll need lots of practice,” Noah gasped, as she licked around his frenulum.

“Every night, I’d say, for the next fortnight.”

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