Page 65 of Your Two Lips
“Finn.” I gasped, wanting to rock my hips against his to soothe the ache, but his powerful, hulking form held me still. The contrast between my desire for him to ease the burn and the fact that he controlled my ability to take care of it myself was liberating. I’d never trusted a man enough to revel in giving away all control, in being entirely at his mercy for relief.
“Don’t come yet, baby.” He stood and walked to his overnight bag. My body already missed the heat and press of his.
“I have a surprise of my own.” He placed a tissue papered package next to me, then stripped off his pants and boxers. His hard length jutted up proud.
He lay beside me and set the package on my tummy.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Open it.” Finn pulled a pillow down to support my head.
My fingers shook as I tore the thin paper to find a U-shaped vibrator that reminded me of a crab claw with a bulb at the top and two arms that thinned down from there.
He pulled it from my hand and rested it on my mound. “I read that some women don’t orgasm without a lot of clitoral stimulation.”
My head swam. “Umm, what?”
“I did some research, read a book or two in my spare time. Fascinating late-night reading,” he said with a hunger in his eye. “Interesting what you can find online.”
He did research? I’d done research about sex with endometriosis. It never occurred to me to research my now healed body and sex.
His expression warmed. “If you have a good time, I have a better time. I want to be the one making you feel good, great, mind-blown.”
“Finn …”
“I love it when you come.” He eased the tip of his finger down my nose and across my cheek. “You told me you wanted to climax with me on top. Let’s figure out how to make that happen.”
This man. My heart. I shared once about my desire to come that way. He not only remembered; he did research. He made an effort rather than assuming he was so good, I wouldn’t be able to stop the orgasm. I bit my lip, suddenly overcome.
“You bite your lip, and I want to bite it for you.” He smiled and pulled me to the top of the bed, resting both of our heads on more pillows. He caressed my hip above the lace of my panties.
“You are beautiful dressed like this. I’m taking a picture in my mind. Driving a tractor along plant rows can get tiresome without some stimulating thoughts.”
After all that we did to tease each other tonight, I blushed at the idea of him picturing me undressed like this while he worked. But I liked it.
He shifted and eased my panties off, following the sheer material with silky kisses down my thigh. He removed my heels. “I like these shoes.”
I released the clasp of my bra and pulled it off as Finn’s gaze raked over my body like a touch.
He picked up the vibrator from where it had fallen to the side and turned it on. The whirring sound and the wind through the tall poplar trees outside the open window settled to the beat of my heart as I looked at him. With the bulb of the vibe resting above my sex and the two arms extending to massage the tender folds at my center, I felt another rush of heat.
He settled atop my body with the vibe between us and his elbows supporting his weight off me as his palms smoothed my hair. He kissed me tenderly as he slowly entered me. The low pulse vibrated as he buried himself to the root.
He groaned. “I can feel it.” He took a deep breath and rocked, his pelvic bone pressing the vibe rhythmically against my clit. The sensation of his skin and his weight on me was consuming. I was part of him, and he was part of me.
I met each thrust with a passion of my own, showing him I wanted more, that I could take more. At first, the familiar haze was rising off a far-away field, then gathering and swirling into a tornado as the pressure built with each slide, each full, raw connection with this man.
“Harder, Finn. Please.” I wrapped my legs around his and clutched my arms to his back. As he moved, I moved. The pulses, the slide, his breath on my skin, his growl in my ear became the rumble of the storm as it built. I was going to come. I was going to come with Finn on top of me, pressing me into the bed, holding me. This man was the best man. My man.
I reached between us and pulled the vibrator away. I wanted only Finn there. He wrapped his hands under my shoulders to hold me as he grunted and rocked into my body, my soul.
My body burned and my blood sizzled. Then, no pain, as my climax slammed into me in a burst of white light and pleasure. “Finn!” I called to him from where I floated.
My sex still pulsing, he pushed to his arms and looked at me. His fiery blue gaze never wavered as he moved inside me. With a final crash, he filled me and moaned his release, my name slipping over and over from his lips.
I did that. I made him feel that much. The reality was dizzying as our panted breath mixed in the surrounding air.
His kiss was sweet and tender. “How was that?”
