Sacrifices of the Siren [Sirens and Sailors 6] (Siren Publishing Allure) (23 page)

“Hey, Blandon, do you think Mel would lend us Owen for a couple of hours?” Aitan asked, smiling. “We need to get some practice in.”

“I sure hope so,” Blandon replied with a wicked grin, “There’s something we’re a bit out of practice with ourselves!”

Melantho was a little reluctant to let go of Owen when Blandon approached her, but when he got a little closer and she felt his ardor, literally, she realized exactly what he had in mind, and relented.

“We’ll take good care of him,” Ligia promised as she and Aitan each took one of his hands in theirs and went for a splash in the sea. The sun beamed down brightly as the islanders happily went back to their business.

“I’ve Super-Skyped Catalin. She’s so thrilled you’ve got Owen. She was real worried about him,” Dr. Jay told Blandon and Melantho, as they made their way up the beach.

“That’s the lady you told me about—his neighbor.” Melantho beamed, “Can we get back to her and let Owen speak to her? They’ll love that!”

“Yep. We’ll invite her to the wedding too, if you like,” Blandon promised.

“Are you hungry?” Melantho suddenly realized that she hadn’t fed her little family yet today and she rushed toward their hut.

Blandon ran after her. “I am, but not for food.” He giggled.

They quickly undressed and clambered into bed. This time Melantho had no qualms about making love in the daylight and sniggered as her fiancé gazed at her body. His index finger traced a line from her neck right down her front and by the time he reached her pussy it was glistening with her juice. A fire burned deep within her stomach and she shuddered as his fingers probed her drenched labial lips. He nibbled at her neck, sending shivers down her insides, culminating in her over-sensitive pussy. Blandon nipped playfully at her earlobe, sending a zinging sensation down her body, making her gasp.

His lips encased her mouth and his thick, hot tongue delved inside, possessing her. She felt her breath hitch and he started dipping his tongue in and out while his fingers did the same to her pussy. She felt herself clench against his long fingers, and a gush of liquid escaped her. Melantho felt him groan against her lips, the reverberation sending tremors through her body. His tongue became more masterful as he rammed it in and out of her hot mouth. His fingers followed their pace and she felt herself rise higher and higher as her breath heaved in rasping gulps.

His thumb circled her sensitive clit, not quite touching the spot. She thrashed her head about and pulled her knees up high, opening her pussy as wide as she could to coax him in. She bucked her hips toward him, silently pleading him to touch her nub and make her come.

A chuckle from deep within his throat told her he knew exactly what he was doing and she closed her eyes tight in frustration. She tried to force herself to slow her breathing in order to allay her need for orgasm, but he chuckled even more, infuriating her.

“Blandon!” she screamed around his thick tongue, which filled her mouth.

He withdrew both from her mouth and pussy and looked down at her quizzically. “Yes, my love?”

Damn!

“I want…I need…I have to come!”

“Why didn’t you say so?” he grinned as he slid his body down over hers and she felt his silken cock leave a wet trail down her leg.

She gasped as his hot, wet mouth enveloped her soaking pussy and he tongue-fucked her slowly. The fire burned in her belly even hotter as his tongue filled every inch of her cunt and she was soon thrashing about wildly again as the sensations shot like wild fire through her over-sensitized body.

Blandon’s hands reached up to her breasts and he kneaded them gently, pulling hard on her tight nipples. A feeling of electricity ran from her breasts to her pussy and she shrieked in delight, her hips subconsciously lifting from the bed.

She felt like a coiled spring becoming increasingly tighter until he suddenly swiped his hot tongue over her nub, causing her to scream her release feverishly. At the same time he pinched both nipples hard and she continued to let out a shriek which must have been heard all over the island. Bright lights flashed in front of her eyes and she struggled for breath. She heard a squelching noise as he slurped at her juices, his soft lips teasing her nub and labia.

Quick as a flash, Blandon spun her onto her stomach, pulling her legs up to her sides. His fingers wiped the juices through her pussy and she felt his pre-cum as his hard cock nudged her lower lips momentarily before he thrust hard into her. She yelped with pleasure as his thick member dived into her soft fleshy cunt and she heard him grunt as he pounded into her.

His hands found her breasts and she lifted her torso up slightly, allowing them to drop pendulously into his palms. He groaned as he massaged her soft flesh and she felt his hot breath in her ear.

The heat continued to rise inside her and she panted hard, forcing her face into the bed to keep from screaming too loud. It was no good. As her passion mounted and his pace quickened she felt her orgasm overtake her again and, with one enormous thrust, he shot his burning seed up her vagina. She screamed in ecstasy as he grunted loud and long into her ear and his thick cock emptied the last of his load into her waiting womb.

They were both gasping for air as they slumped hard into the bed, and he rolled to one side of her, allowing the cool air from the open window to breeze over their satiated bodies. Her eyes were closed tight as she reached for him, and she draped an arm over his chest as they lay, panting, satisfied, and deliriously happy.

“I love you so much, Mel,” he whispered between gulps of air.

“I love you too, Blandon. I can’t wait to marry you,” she said, heaving.

She must have drifted off to sleep because she awoke to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, fully washed and changed, his hair dripping wet, and two cups of tea and a plate of buttered scones on the nightstand.

She felt herself blush at the realization that she hadn’t fed him all day.

“Owen’ll be back soon, love” he said with a satisfied smirk, as she sat up and took a welcome gulp of her green tea.

She sighed. “I’d better get dressed.”

Too late!

Voices outside alerted them that they had company.

“Damn—I should have used the latch!” Blandon gasped.

In the next second the bedroom door swung open and Owen burst in, dressed only in his shorts, carrying a picture in his little hand.

“Look!” He threw the picture onto the bed excitedly as Melantho pulled the Elmwood leaf up to her chin.

She looked at the picture. It showed three “stick” people of varying heights, all with big heads and smiling faces. The middle one had long hair.

“He’s drawn
us
! It’s our family.” Melantho gasped, holding the picture up for Blandon to see.

Owen grinned at her, then frowned. He pointed to her as she sat, holding her knees to her chest, with a leaf covering her modesty. Suddenly he let out a loud chuckle as Aitan and Ligia came into the room. Melantho blushed, mortified. Her son and her best friends had caught her, naked, in bed in the middle of the afternoon.

Her little boy was laughing noisily and pointing at Melantho. In the next instant her embarrassment turned to delight and she felt as if she was floating on air.

“Momma!” He giggled as he pointed to her.

THE END

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Bella’s love of writing started at a very young age. While at Junior School, she was once asked to write a story that was to be displayed on the window due to lack of wall space (remember Portakabins?) Unfortunately, once she gets going she tends to run with an idea right up until the conclusion—and it has to have a happy ending! The story was so long it covered several windows and caused a blackout in the tiny classroom!

She is British and lives in the beautiful English countryside with one of her three gorgeous daughters and her wonderful husband, often referred to as her “current husband” just to keep him on his toes! They live in a big haunted house therefore Bella’s housework is never done as the ghost keeps moving things around—the bedroom isn’t the only place where things go bump in the night ;)

Open-top cars and country music are among Bella’s favourite things and her fondness for shopping is only surpassed by her love of Châteauneuf-du-pape.

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