Free Ocean's Touch by Denise Townsend Page A

reaching out one tentative hand. Shivering as her fingertips met unbelievably warm, soft fur, she ran her fingers lightly up and down the seal’s side. Then she let both her hands fall on the soft skin as hot tears burned down her cheeks. She sobbed, rubbing her hands up and down the silky, oddly muscular shape in front of her.
    Meredith was crying so hard, in fact, that she didn’t even notice when the air around Dylan shimmered again, and another little pop sounded in the air. Instead of soft fur, her hands clenched at Dylan’s hard abdomen as he sat up enough to wrap his hands around her upper arms.
    “Meredith, lass, shh…what’s wrong?” he asked, pulling her close.
    “It’s really magic,” she sobbed into his neck, knowing she must look a mess but not caring. “You’re really magic…”
    And with those words, Dylan felt Meredith’s long pent-up desire and frustration bleed out of her as her hands on his torso once again began to stroke his flesh.
    Knowing what she needed, he leaned back on his elbows, giving her full access to his body.
    Meredith shifted so that she was kneeling next to him, her hands and eyes hungrily roving over his body. Dylan could feel how attracted she was to him, yes, but he knew that this moment was about more than him. This was about Meredith, reclaiming what she’d lost—reclaiming not only her rights as a woman, including those of her woman’s body, but also her creativity, her imagination, and that lost bit of her that had once believed in magic.
    Meredith’s tears had ceased, but wetness still glowed on her cheeks as she lowered her mouth to his stomach, licking over the hard bands of muscle revealed by his current position.
    Her hands coasted up and along his ribs as she kissed her way down his belly, and he spread his legs obligingly as she moved to kneel between them.
    His hands found her hair as her warm breath caressed his cock just a second before her tongue lapped at him gently, tentatively. He moaned his encouragement, running the fingers of one hand through her hair before tickling her earlobe gently.
    Meredith squirmed, looking up at him with her massive brown eyes. No longer dull, they shone with a combination of just-shed tears and desire. He moaned as she took his hard cock into her warm mouth. His head fall back, enjoying the sensations of the soft, wet pull of her mouth, her tongue lapping at him, learning his size and shape. He let her play until she grew more confident, one hand moving to stroke his balls as the other pumped the base of his shaft.
    “That’s it, lass,” he groaned, staring down at the beautiful sight of her mouth wrapped around his cock, trying to make the moment last. Even after their marathon of debauchery the night before, the vision of her kneeling between his legs on her own kitchen floor was almost too much.
    “You’re gonna make me come, Mer,” he said, the hand in her hair gently tugging her mouth away from him. But she refused, sucking him harder into her mouth, her hand working him more swiftly, as his gentle tugs on her hair turned to an open-palmed caress.
    After a few more long, luxuriant bobs up and down his cock, she gave the head one last, luxurious swirl with her tongue before she raised her mouth off him.
    “I want you to come for me,” she said, her voice soft but sure. “The way you made me come for you. I want to taste you.”
    His cock grew impossibly hard at her words, knowing full well she’d probably never uttered anything like that in her life. The way she’d opened herself to him…it was sexier, even, then the way she’d opened her legs.
    And so he let her go, watching her lovely dark head moving deliciously up and down on his cock. Soon, however, he couldn’t help himself, and began very gently adjusting her speed with his hand buried in her hair, while moving his own hips so that he fucked her mouth.
    She moaned around him, loving the feeling of his hand in her hair, her lips wrapped around his