Page 12 of Connie
“Shhh,” he chastises me again. “I would like to get out of this without a broken nose.”
I go to respond but Fin folds himself over me and starts kissing my neck. I lift my hands to his shirt and try to focus on unbuttoning it. I fumble around with the top few buttons but my shaking hands struggle with the tiny bits of plastic. I give up all together when Fin moves down my body and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth through the satin of my nightie.
“Shit, fuck, Fin,” I groan as my back arches off the bed as I offer more of myself up to him.
He moves over to pay the other nipple the same attention before lowering himself to his knees on the floor. He grabs hold of my ankle before running kisses from the sole of my foot up to my knee. When he can’t go any higher he places his hands behind both of my knees and forcefully tugs so my arse is just hanging off the bed. The movement causes my nightie to rise up around my waist exposing me fully to him. As I was planning on getting lucky tonight I took myself off to the salon yesterday and got waxed from head to toe in preparation. The look on Fin’s face right now tells me that the pain was worth it. Shit, I’d do it every day to put that look of admiration on his face.
“Ahhh, fucking heaven,” he says before continuing his kisses up my thighs. My entire body tenses as he gets close to my core. I need his touch more than my next breath at this point. My breathing is so erratic that I should be embarrassed that I’m panting like a starved whore, but I couldn’t care less.
The first swipe of his tongue makes me buck off the bed. He didn’t do this last time so I have only been able to imagine how it feels. The real thing is so much better than my imagination. I shamelessly tilt my hips to give him better access, my body craving more. Craving everything he’ll give me. If this is a one night thing like he promised then I need to make the most of everything. Because tomorrow when I’m no doubt left heartbroken that it’s over I’ll need to remember every moment and every touch.
I reach down and thread my fingers through his hair so I can hold him in place, I don’t ever want him to stop what he’s doing.
I feel his tongue move down from my clit, when I feel him push inside me a loud involuntary groan escapes my mouth. Fin tries to move his head back, I guess to tell me to be quiet but I clench my hands in his hair to make him stay put. I feel his body shake with a laugh.
He continues his delicious torture with his tongue and he must feel my body shaking ready for it’s release because I feel him move slightly before the palm of his hand is pressed against my mouth. I don’t get to be grateful for the move because one more flick of his talented tongue sends me over the edge and I scream into his hand as my body pulsates.
Fuck me, I’ve never felt anything like that before. Part of me wonders why I’ve waited so long to experience this again but I know it’s pointless thinking about it because it’s clear as day that I was holding out hope that I would get another chance to experience it with Fin. And am I glad I waited!
Apparently I moved my hands from his hair with my orgasm, allowing Fin to move. I feel him shift and he starts placing kisses up my stomach, lifting the satin higher with his nose as he goes.
The higher he gets the louder his muttering gets and I begin to work out what it is he is saying. “I shouldn’t be doing this but fuck, I can’t fucking stop. So sweet, you taste so fucking sweet. Never want to stop, want to do this forever. Waited so long for this.” His words make my heart race, knowing he wants me as much as I still want him gives me false hope. I try not to let myself believe this could be something because the rational side of me knows that will never happen.
His mouth eventually finds my nipples and he begins teasing me with his tongue and lips until I’m begging for more.
“Fin, come on, I need more. Please,” I pant as he continues sucking my tips deep into his mouth.
Getting frustrated I lift my arms up and pull my bunched up nightie over my head and throw it across the room. I go to make a second attempt at Fin’s shirt but when he feels me touch him he jumps back like he’s been burned.
Panic washes through me that he’s going to put a stop to this. He can’t leave me like this surely?
I prop myself up on my elbows and look up to him. His hair is sticking up in all directions from where I had my hands in it. His usually light blue eyes are looking dark and dangerous and they send a shiver through me as soon as I lock on to them. Our eye contact holds for long seconds and the longer we are both stock still staring at each other the more I start to wish I could read his mind.
“What are you-?”
“Don’t,” he interrupts.
I snap my mouth shut at his demand, more confused than before. I continue to watch as his eyes leave mine and begin to run down my body. I feel my skin heat as his gaze licks over me.
“Fuck, Connie. This is wrong, we shouldn’t be doing this. If he finds out…” he doesn’t finish this sentence. He doesn’t need to because we are both well aware what would happen.
“Don’t back down now, please,” I’m not even ashamed that I’m led completely bare begging for him not to leave. And I don’t even think twice before sitting up so I’m now resting back on my hands and bending my knees and opening my legs slightly. The move has the desired effect because I watch as his eyes lower and he swallows hard.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” he growls before pulling his shirt up and over his head, toeing off his shoes and dropping his trousers and boxers.
Now it’s my turn to stare. He’s only got bigger in the five years since we were together before. His body, shit, it’s every woman’s fantasy. It’s his chest though that really gets my blood pumping. I want to sink my teeth into his pecks.
He doesn’t allow me any more time to think because he is moving and pushing me down then lining his body up against mine. His mouth takes mine with a hunger I can’t even describe and his hands grab on to every bit of my body he can reach.
I’m on the verge of screaming at him to get a move on when he suddenly sits himself up between my knees. I watch him go to lean over the bed, I presume to get his trousers when his eyes go wide.
“Shit.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“I haven’t got any condoms, fuck.”
Shit. My hands slide off of his thighs in disappointment and my heart drops when I feel him begin to move.
