Free A Fine Cauldron Of Fish by Cornelia Amiri

are
human and we are together, whoop, whoop, dee doo.”
    She breathed in his musky outdoor
scent and enjoyed the feel of his muscular shoulders beneath her
hands.
    She leaned her face to his and pressed
her lips against his firm chin, all over booth sculptured cheeks,
and across his smooth forehead in feathery light pecks. Everywhere
but his lips. She flicked her tongue out, and with the tip only,
she traced the outline of his lips. Her hunger to cover his mouth
with hers intensified until she almost wanted to scream. Still she
held back. She puckered her lips and pushed them against his in a
fast smooch. She then scraped her teeth against his lower lip and
drew away, leaning her head back. He grabbed her hair and yanked
her head to his. Crushing her lips with his. He twisted his mouth
over hers, his hot wet lips massaging hers. He forced her lips open
with a thrust of his tongue. Margaid moaned and shivered with
desire as he stroked her mouth with his pliable tongue. She met his
fervor as her tongue curled, danced and twined together with
his.
    Margaid heard someone enter the room
but she wasn’t about to let anyone or anything interrupt this
kiss.
    “ Hello,” somebody
called.
    A lady cleared her throat as loudly as
possible until Andrew withdrew his mouth from Margaid’s and turned
his head to see who’d come in.
    “ Hello, you’re the nurse
from the hospital.” Andrew’s brow crinkled and his eyebrows
arched.
    What is she doing here? Margaid glared
at the nurse.
    “ She's more than a nurse.”
Mannan flashed a wry grin.
    The nurse gave a slight shrug. “I’m a
druidess as well.”
    “ High priestess to Mannan
beg mac y Leir,” the god announced.
    “ Mannan didn’t have
another lhiannan shee drain my blood. It worked. Margaid’s human now,” Andrew told
her, then turned his gaze back to Margaid and made love to her with
his eyes.
    “ I knew it would.” The
nurse walked to them. “Mannan beg mac y Leir is a trickster, his
rage can be as wild as a storm, but love doesn’t anger him, except
when someone steals his lover away.”
    Mannan held his palms up. “Don't bring
up Fand.”
    “ Well, though your wife
left you once, she came back and that says a lot.” The
nurse-druidess smiled sweetly at her patron god.
    While the god and the druidess talked
to each other, Margaid leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed her
lips, still swollen from the previous kiss, against Andrew’s. Their
lips molded together. His lips were incredible, hot and moist. Her
mouth tingled as her lips moved with his.
    As he suckled her lips, his hand slid
down her dress to the bulge of her breasts and he squeezed a
cloth-covered mound. Her knees trembled. Even with the barrier of
the fabric, she felt the sultry heat of his palm. Her breasts
throbbed and she felt her nipples tighten until they were erect.
She felt on fire. Heightening the kiss, he tugged gently on her
lower lip with his teeth, nibbling until she moaned.
    Andrew pulled Margaid to him, crushing
her against his rock-hard body. Slipping between her parted lips,
he thrust his soft, warm tongue hard into her mouth. His tongue
made sweeping motions and whisked her mouth as she dug her nails
into his shoulders. Then his tongue found hers and they tangled
together. Margaid felt like melted wax pooled into liquid heat at
the base of a long, thick, flaming candle that never burned
out.
    The nurse-druid begged for their
attention by clearing her throat as loudly as possible.
    Margaid wanted to hit her. Why is she
here? Doesn’t she have better things to do?
    Andrew eased his mouth away from
Margaid’s and they both turned toward the obnoxious
noise.
    “ Go back to the hospital,”
Margaid told her.
    The nurse-druidess’ laugher rippled
through the air. “So it all worked out and you are going to get
married now.” Her mouth curved into a friendly smile.
    “ Why not?” Andrew gulped.
He bent down on one knee. “I don’t have a ring for you yet, but
I’ll get you one.