Page 60 of The Seducer
I stopped breathing when I felt his hard erection press against my core.
Finn looked deeply into my eyes. “Relax, Athena, don’t forget to breathe. There’s no need to be scared.”
“I’m not scared.” Nerves made me blurt out the words, too forced to ring true. “Just remember, no intercourse.”
“Nothing is going to happen,” he whispered. “Your pussy is safe behind your panties and I’m still wearing my briefs.”
“Okay,” I whispered and wet my lips just before he kissed me.
I wasn’t prepared for the softness of his lips, the tickling of his beard, or the taste of mint from his tooth cleaner. Kissing Finn was nothing like kissing my mom or one of my friends. His kisses were longer and he nibbled at my lips, like he was tasting a fine meal.
When he pushed his crotch gently against me, some ancient programming of my nervous system took over and my body came to life in the most delicious way. Our kiss grew deeper and more daring with his tongue raking over my teeth, teasing me, and releasing an explosion of endorphins in my brain.
“You smell so good,” Finn groaned into my mouth and began moving in a wonderful slow rhythm of bump-and-grind against my panties.
The simulation of intercourse made the bed squeak and his breathing became faster as his kisses grew more demanding in nature.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed and when I did, his hands interlaced with mine, pinning me to the bed with only two layers of fabric stopping him from full penetration.
“Are you sure you don’t want to feel me inside you?” Finn asked in a raw voice full of lust.
“Finn, think about it. It wouldn’t be a good idea.”
“Sex isn’t about thinking, it’s about doing.” His grinding against me was getting harder, a strong arousal surged through me from head to toe.
“Aren’t you curious?” he coaxed, while planting seductive kisses along my jawline that had me doubting why I had made a stupid rule about no intercourse.
“Yes,” I admitted and moaned again when he kissed along my jawline.
Finn’s hands trailed down my side and pulled at my panties. “Then let’s do it for real.”
“No,” I said. But it sounded weak and in my state of lust, I wanted to shut up the part of me that would dare set restrictions on something this glorious. We should have sex and lots of it. This was such a beautiful way of bonding; my heart was expanding and reaching out to him. Surely, Finn experienced the beautiful connection between us too.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed my lips to his ears. “Do you feel us bonding?” I whispered, opening my heart to him.
Finn groaned, and with his eyes closed, he lifted himself up on his hands and made the bed rock harder.
“Athena, is everything all right in there?” My head flew to the bedroom door that Hans was knocking on.
Finn stopped moving and cursed low, but I let it slide.
“Thank you, Hans, I’m fine. We’re just…” I didn’t know what to say and looked at Finn, who raised an eyebrow with a challenging stare. “We’re just bonding,” I called out.
“Oh, okay.” Hans sounded unsure. “But if you need me, just call my name, okay?”
“Thank you, I will, and may you have blessed dreams.” With a light shove, I pushed Finn off me. The magic had been broken. I was a bit shocked at how intense things had gotten between us.
“We don’t have to stop just because Hans has bad manners and horrible timing,” Finn said and reached for me again.
“I think we have the mechanics down.” I gave him a smile. “Maybe it’s better if we focus on the spiritual part now.”
Finn fell on his back, rubbing his face and blowing out air. “You’re just going to leave me all horny like this?”
“We made a compromise and I gave you time to show me the mechanics of sex. Now it’s your turn to honor my part and focus on the spiritual bonding.”
“When you say bonding, what exactly do you mean?” Finn asked and turned his head to look at me with deep frown lines on his forehead.
“Well, before, did you feel how connected we were?”
