Page 49 of Your Two Lips
He reached over and shifted the two huge pillows decorating the top of the bed and pulled the duvet back, exposing crisp light blue sheets. This room was hard and soft together, just like the man.
Leaning in, he dragged his lips along my jaw. “How does that feel?”
“So good.” I exhaled. My voice sounded wanton. Finn smiled, moving his fingertips down my neck. His kiss followed his touch. He pulled the broad edge of my sweater over my shoulder and licked along my collarbone, the day’s stubble igniting my sensitive skin.
“How’s that?”
“Phenomenal.” I shivered again, and Finn lifted his hand to cradle the back of my head as his lips found mine.
I breathed and swayed closer, my hands drifting across the firm muscles of his chest through his shirt. He grasped the hem of my sweater and lifted it off me. The nude lace of my camisole clung to my body. His fingers glided down my arms then shifted to skim across my aching breasts. Finn teased my nipple through the silk as he met my eyes with his fiery blue gaze.
“And this?”
“Unbelievable.” My breath was coming fast. I slid my hands over his broad shoulders. Wetness soaked me as warmth built in my core. I wanted him there. I wanted him to fill me and show me what I had been missing all these years, held back by a terrible disease. Doubts hung in the background, threatening, but I fixated on his touch.
He gently lifted the silk and pulled it off. My arms rose above my head as my hair fell to my shoulders.
“Stay there. Like that.” He stepped back, and I held my arms above me, bent at the elbows. I dropped my hip, accentuating the curve of my waist. I was desired and powerful standing before his gaze, like a woman with something to give, a woman who was enough.
“You. Are. So. Beautiful.”
I lowered my arms and wrapped them around his shoulders.
“I have pictured you here a thousand times.”
Pulling me close, he pressed against me and groaned in my ear. Blood pounded in my veins. I gave myself over to it. His rough hands moved up my bare back, and I raised my head for another mind-melting kiss.
“Your skin, your smell, your lips, can’t get enough, Em.” He reached between us to unbutton the top of my jeans and pushed the fabric over my hips, past the lacy underwear I had bought on a hopeful whim a long time ago. I’d never worn them before. The pale blue sheer lace drew Finn’s eye as his hand grazed the inside of my thigh and apex.
I held his shoulder and stepped out of the soft denim to stand before him almost naked while he was still fully dressed. He lifted me and placed me in the center of his bed. Kneeling next to me, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. My eyes followed as each button undone revealed more of him. The light dusting of hair across his broad barrel chest and the path dipping below his waistband. I reached up to touch him there, but he took my hand and kissed it. “I want your hands on me too.” He shifted off the bed, removed his shirt, and shucked off his jeans. Then he was over me. His erection pressed against my thigh, the crown peeking out from under the band of his boxer briefs.
He kissed me again, deeper, faster. Gone were the sweet little sips from my lips, and a surge of passion shot through me. I rocked against his hard length, hooking my legs behind his back and reaching around his waist for the firm cheeks of his ass. I was desperate to be surrounded by him like I had imagined that first night at The Boathouse. Warm. Safe. Loved.
Wait. No. Not the L word. I pushed that thought away.
He moved down my body, caressing my skin with kisses and dragging his chin and stubble over my breasts. His warm tongue laved my nipple. His hands brushed my sides as he placed a kiss on my stomach, my hip bone, and the sheer lace just above my mound. The muscles in his arms and shoulders rolled and flexed, and I reached out to touch his sexy as sin tattoo before he settled between my thighs.
“I want to taste you.”
“Yess.” I breathed, my hips pushing up on their own. My world was his lips, his hands, the softness of the sheets, and my body’s ache for him.
Slowly, he pulled my panties off, then caressed up my legs. My inner walls were already quickening. His gaze traveled my body, and then he lowered his head and breathed me in with a moan.
He kissed the top of one thigh and then the other. I ached. His thumbs traced across my folds, spreading my wetness. I moaned. The first touch of his lips on my swollen sex sent electric bolts coursing through me. He flattened his tongue against me, then gently sucked the tender bundle of nerves between his lips, again and again, setting an intoxicating rhythm. I was full-on panting now. Any soreness from the bike ride today was long forgotten.
He smoothed around my opening and inserted a finger. “You’re so wet, baby, and you taste so good.” I pumped my hips to drive his hand harder as he sucked and teased in a matching rhythm.
“Oh God, Finn, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” He increased the pressure, adding a second finger. The swells of pleasure were growing. I wasn’t chasing my release. I couldn’t hold it back. Suddenly, I was flying. My inner walls clenching and stars sparkling behind my eyes. Multiple spasms of pleasure came over me and retreated like waves on a shore.
Finn groaned as he drank me down. I was wrung out, spent, like never before. As my body quieted, he pressed tender kisses to my sensitized center, then up my torso. His weight shifted as he pulled his boxers off his muscled legs and reached for a condom. My heart skipped. We didn’t need those, not the way he thought we did. I pushed the truth back to the edges as his warm body covered mine.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Show me again.” Slowly, he teased my opening. He brushed his lips against mine, and I tasted myself. I was utterly and hopelessly lost to him. But the doubts I had kept in the wings seeped in.You can’t keep him. You’re not enough. You can’t be his future.
He looked into my eyes with a silent question. I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him closer, and he slowly slid inside.
I took a quick breath at the initial sting of unused muscles stretching, and he stopped his progression. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, it feels … good, just go slow for now.”
