Mercer's Siren
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She clung to him, her soft cries of pleasure music to his ears as her sweet body gripped him. He held her, dropping his head forward to rest on his forearm as he fought for breath. Aftershocks rocked through him, each drawing out another roll of his hips which in turn made her sigh. He loved that. Loved the soft exhalation as her lips whispered against the side of his neck.
He didn’t want to move, wanted this lazy, content after-pleasure bubble to last forever. He’d never felt this before; the soul deep contentment while his body still remembered the thrill of release. It was… addicting. Utterly addicting.
But as languid as he felt, he didn’t want to crush her. Drawing what strength and will he had left, he rolled them to their sides; his hand slipping to her back to keep her as close as possible. He didn’t want to be apart from her just yet.
For several heartbeats, neither of them spoke a word. Garrett felt the puff of her breath against his neck with her every exhale as her smoky gaze held his. What exactly did you say when you’ve just experienced something life changing? An event that could be described as spiritual? His eyes dropped to her lips as they parted and giving his conscious mind a few more seconds to catch up, he gave in to the impulse and kissed her deeply.
When they broke apart, he still couldn’t stop smiling. “Wow,” he murmured. “I think I really love cherries, now.”
“Desensitization therapy,” she murmured, nestled against him. She seemed so tiny compared to his larger, battle-hardened frame and didn’t seem inclined to move. Not that he had a problem with that. “You may need more than one session to cure you of your aversion.”
“I think it’s working,” he sighed, loving the way she molded her body against his as his hand lightly caressed her curves. “Though I think you should know. I might be forming an addiction. It might even be too late to do anything about it.”
“Hmmm,” her lips pursed adorably, tempting him into kissing them again. “I don’t see that as much of an issue. I’m assuming you’re with the Revenants so I’ll be on hand to deal with both your aversion therapy and your addiction... as long as it lasts.”
Hell. Why was he avoiding her temptation? He kissed her sweet lips again though this time was softer, lingering.
“Well, you assumed right. I’m a reconnaissance corpsman and since you’re the surgeon, technically that makes you my new boss,” he winked. “As for helping me with my therapy and addiction, words alone cannot express my gratitude for your willingness and dedication. How could I ever repay you?”
Her smile was a siren’s lure as she wound her arms around his neck and pressed against him. “Oh, I can think of one or two ways… unless you have some place else, you need to be this afternoon?”
“Other than with you, Red, nothing else comes to mind…”
The End
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