Chapter 23 #2
Now, however, as he looked down at her, as he saw her beauty, as raw as it was, and as he felt his own feelings laid out and exposed, he knew finally what he wanted. A simple thing. A most obvious thing, also. What he wanted was Miss Finch.
Based on how she looked up at him, she wanted him just as much.
Evander did not ask for permission, as there was no need. His eyes flicked to Miss Finch’s soft, pink lips. She nodded once, and he leaned down and kissed her fully on the mouth.
She breathed him in as they started to kiss.
He pulled her forward, their bodies pressing.
While he wanted to ravish and devour her like a starved animal, Evander resisted that urge at first. Their kiss, while passionate and intense, was soft and gentle and spoke of the feelings that were brewing between them.
It might have ended there. Maybe it should have. That kiss was the final step they needed to take to prove how they felt about one another, and if it was just a single kiss, it might have been more meaningful and real.
However, Evander was only so strong…
I am sick of waiting… of denying myself… of not giving in to what I know we both want.
He let go of her hands and took hold of the side of her face. He held her as if he might never let go, his mouth opening, Miss Finch’s doing the same, and their tongues lapping and licking and dancing back and forth as the passion grew.
A growl escaped Evander’s lips as the kiss grew in intensity. A whimper came from Miss Finch. Her hands found his waist, she gripped tight, and he knew then that even if he wanted to stop, she would not let him.
Blood coursed hot through his veins. His body was set alight. The heat built between them, rippling across his skin and bursting from his crotch so that he had never been more aroused in his life.
Soon, Evander’s hands started to move down her body. She wore a light gown, and his hands roamed over the top, squeezing her soft waist, running his hands along her back, moving them next to cup her ample breasts and pinch her nipples above the fabric.
She gasped, pulled away, but then latched onto his face and moaned.
His hands wrapped her buttocks and squeezed as he pulled her into his crotch.
Evander was already engorged, and he wanted her to feel how much she aroused him.
Her body was shaking, and from her lips escaped moans and whimpers of pleasure.
He continued to kiss and devour her, enjoying her taste as if it was his last meal.
Only… it wasn’t going to be enough.
As they kissed, as their bodies reacted as if they had both caught fire, Evander’s mind moved back to what was almost two weeks ago now.
He remembered how he had teased her with his fingers, how he had made her moan and beg him for more.
He had liked the control that gave him, the power too, a sense of being that was rare where Miss Finch was concerned.
He wanted it again. He wanted to own her completely.
Just as I want her to know that she is mine…
With great effort, he tore his lips free.
“Wha…” she gasped as she tried to follow him.
“The stool,” he said as he looked down at her. “Bring it here.”
She frowned. “The stool…”
“Bring it here,” he said, releasing her fully. “Now.” The look he held her in gave no room for argument, and for once, Miss Finch did not try.
Her legs trembled as she crossed the room to collect the same stool that she had sat on for her portrait. She carried it back, her skin flushed, her entire body shaking with nervous anticipation.
“There.” He pointed to the floor right in front of him.
“I…” She hesitated, he looked pointedly at her, and she did as he told her to do.
“Now, sit,” he said.
Again, she hesitated. “You’re not going to paint me again, are you?”
“I said sit.” He looked at her with a warning scowl, dominating her completely so that even if she had wanted to argue, she wouldn’t have been able.
She was stubborn. She was purposefully cantankerous. But she was also obedient when she needed to be. Thus, she sat herself down on the stool, her entire body trembling, and Evander relished the moment even more than their kiss.
Once she was seated, Evander stayed back for a moment.
He observed her sitting there. He took note of her trembling body and the way her eyes looked everywhere but directly at him. She had no idea what to expect, and that was how he liked it.
Miss Finch… she had done so much for him since arriving at his home, more than he could ever say. Now, Evander decided, it was time he returned the favor. And there was only one way he could think of doing it…
“I wanted to thank you,” he started as he walked toward her. Although he did not approach her directly. Rather, he walked around where she sat, appraising her as if she were a piece of art.
“You… what for?” she stammered.
“For everything,” he said, his voice deep and dark. “What you have done for my son. What you have done for our relationship. And…” He came in front of her, stopping and looking down. “And what you have done for me.”
“Oh.” She swallowed. “Just doing my job…”
“No…” He reached out and rested a finger under her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “You have done so much more than that, and it is time I repay you.”
“H – how?” she said.
He smiled. “Let me show you…”
Evander released her chin, and she gasped as if he was tearing away a piece of her. She looked at him hopefully, pouting, no doubt wanting more of that kiss.
He just chuckled and, while maintaining full eye contact, dropped to his knees in front of her.
She gasped in realization.
“Your legs,” he said. “Open them.”
“My… my legs…”
“Open then,” he said again, still looking at her.
She hesitated, unsure, likely scared. He raised an eyebrow, not willing to give her a chance to turn him down. She furrowed her brow, she licked her lips, she seemed to consider the moment… and then he saw her relax. A smile took her lips, she exhaled deeply, and she opened her legs wide.
“Good, Miss Finch…” He ran his hands up her shins, taking her skirt and lifting it until he reached her knees. Her legs trembled at his touch. “You see, isn’t it so much easier when you do as you are told?”
“Sometimes,” she said, her breathing suddenly deep.
He chuckled. “Always… you just can’t behave, can you?”
“Now, where is the fun in that?”
“I think you are about to find out.”
Suddenly, his hands gripped her knees, and she started.
He licked his lips as he spread her legs further.
He could feel the heat pouring from between her thighs, just as he saw them shake.
A final glance upwards, their eyes met, the excitement in her stare was palpable, and it was all that Evander needed.
He looked back down, he licked his lips a final time, and he dove his head between her thighs.
It started with a kiss. Soft and tender, he placed it on her right thigh. She moaned, and he kissed her left thigh. Gently then, soft kisses, he moved deeper and deeper, wiggling forward, her legs opening further and beckoning him in.
Soon, his lips reached her opening. There was a bushel of hair at her lips, already soaking wet, already throbbing. He kissed her opening, then he licked it gently. She gasped, she wiggled, he kissed her again, and he relished the way her breathing turned heavy and labored.
Slowly, but surely, Evander used his tongue on her. He licked up her lips, the tip of his tongue teasing her opening. Her body trembled. He licked further, making her wet as he savored her taste. There was no rush; he liked to tease her, just as he liked to remind her who was in control.
As he gently licked her lips, Evander lifted the fingers of his right hand toward her opening. Using just two fingers, he stroked, she moaned, he pressed, she gasped, and he dipped his fingers inside of her.
“Oh… Your Grace…”
“Call me Evander,” he growled between gentle licks.
“Evander,” she moaned, and the sound of his name on her lips drove him wild. “Don’t stop.”
For once, he was perfectly fine with her telling him what to do.
His fingers steadily inched inside Miss Finch. She was already dripping wet, so soft, and the feel of his fingers sliding deeper inside of her had him licking her opening even faster. Her body stiffened the deeper he went, and then it relaxed when he was all the way inside.
Next, Evander started to curl his two fingers, stroking them along her walls. She shuddered and trembled, and her breathing increased dramatically. Her legs locked around his face. Her hands started to tear through his hair and hold on as if for dear life.
Evander chuckled to himself, knowing what was to come, and wondering how she would respond.
It was as his fingers curled, as her thighs clenched, and as her breathing increased that Evander stopped using his tongue on the outside of her lips.
Instead, he used his tip to search her, gently lapping it up and down until he found the swollen bundle of nerves that throbbed just above her opening.
His lips wrapped around it. He started to suck. And that was when she screamed.
“Oh! What… Evander… No… yes! Yes!” Her hands grabbed him by the head and held him so he couldn’t move. “Please… don’t stop… God!”
He curled his fingers to the trembling of her body. He sucked her clitoris to the feel of her body as it trembled and spasmed. He listened for her reaction, he felt her building, and he refused to stop. Not until she was done.
She is mine completely, to do with whatever I want. Just as I am hers…
It was her taste that Evander loved most of all. So sweet. So delicious. Evander could have stayed down there for hours, devouring every inch of her. In that moment, she belonged to him, and he relished every second of it.
“Evander…” He felt it coming. “I’m… I think… please…”
Her body started to shake and to spasm. Her breathing turned heavier and more violent. Her legs squeezed so that it hurt his face. And she was forced to let go of his head and grip the stool so that she wouldn’t tumble and fall.
He curled his fingers, coaxing the explosion from her. He sucked her clitoris as if he was drawing it out of her. It built… it rose quickly… it came, and then it exploded so that Miss Finch threw back her head and screamed into the heavens.
And Evander continued his work, refusing to stop until Miss Finch was utterly and completely satisfied. Like he said, he owed her that much…
Once she finished screaming and shaking, Evander slowly pulled back his fingers. Slowly, he then released her with his mouth.
And just as slowly, he lifted his head and shuffled back so that he could look up at her once more. Her skin was red from her chest to her face. Sweat glistened across her brow and dripped from her chin. Her panting was heavy. Her body shook, and her eyes were wide in surprise.
Also, from where Evander kneeled, she had never looked so beautiful.
“Thank you,” he said to her with a smirk as he continued to look up at her.
“Wh – what for?” she panted.
“For everything,” he said. “For everything.”
So much had changed in Evander’s life since Miss Finch had come into it. But the biggest change of all was himself. He was not the same man as he had been for most of his life, nor did he want to return to that same man ever again.
If this was how he might thank her, if this was what it took, it was a small ask and one that Evander would do again and again… as many times as it took. The fact that he enjoyed it so much, well, that was just an added benefit.