Chapter 15
Jennie
It’s not too late when we’re back at our cabin.
I told Finn I was tired and therefore wanted to stop dancing, but really I want to surprise him with my lacy panties.
He has seen me in sensible cotton underwear often enough.
Tonight, I want to be beautiful again and seduce my husband.
My belly is big and round and beautiful.
The panties fit just fine if pushed below the belly, but my boobs have become so big, the bra can’t fully hold them.
There is no time to get anything new, so it will have to do.
It’s more of a balconette now and hardly covering the tits.
I hope Finn likes boobs spilling from bras.
I brush my hair and leave it open. Finn loves it when my waves fall over my shoulders. I even consider putting on make-up but decide against it. He married me without make-up, surely he likes me this way, too. I leave my glasses on the bathroom counter, though.
When I leave the bathroom in my sexy underwear, Finn is standing in the kitchen, with his back to me, eating one of Robin’s puff pastries that he’s snatched from the buffet.
Hearing me, he says, “These tarts will always remind me of our wedding day. I guess I will have to ask Robin to make them every year for our anniversary.” He turns around and his eyes widen.
“Ungh,” he groans. “You are torturing me.”
“Sounds like a good idea, but what makes you think so?” I put my arms around his neck. He is as stiff as a board, fighting for restraint.
“You running around like this is giving me blue balls, baby.”
“What about the all-clear did you not understand?” I whisper in his ear.
“For real? I totally missed that.” He nuzzles my neck and runs his hands down my shoulders and arms. He hums happily.
All of a sudden, he stops and steps back. He blinks rapidly and tilts his head, as if he were listening to something. Finally, he says, “Little one, I remember! For my brothers’ weddings you wore a beautiful green dress, and I got to peel you out of it.”
Tears spring to my eyes. He remembers!
“This bra—it has a clasp in the back in the shape of a flower.”
I slowly turn around for Finn to see. Indeed, the clasp is a small silvery flower whose petals click together.
“I’m so sorry,” I tell him. “Now that you remember you won’t make love to me for the first time again.”
He laughs. “I don’t mind it being the second time. In fact, I might prefer it,” he says, pushing me gently toward the bedroom, “because now I do remember how much you liked being eaten.”
Sizzling lust makes my steps falter. Finn catches me and very tenderly lays me on top of the bed. He adjusts himself and gets down on his knees, between my spread legs. I reach for a pillow and give it to him. “You better kneel on this one.” I will not have his knee suffer for my pleasure.
“This isn’t about me,” he protests.
“You better kneel on that freaking pillow,” I tell him, using that voice.
“Yes, milady.” He rolls his eyes to mock me but does put the pillow under his knees. “Thank you,” he says and kisses the inside of my thigh.
I inhale sharply and fall back onto the bed. Finn delicately slides his hands under my thighs, all the way up to my buttocks. He shifts my legs on his shoulders and presses another light kiss to my thigh. His beard makes it feel extra feathery and I shudder.
“Everything good down there?” he asks.
“Peachy,” I breathe. And it’s the last thing I manage to say for a while.
Finn caresses, kisses, licks, and sucks me in a way that takes all words from me.
I am limbless under his ministrations. What this man does to me is unbelievable.
Finn is making love to me—I don’t want it ever to end, and yet I want more right now.
Sweet tension is building up inside me. As much as I crave that release, I want it together with Finn.
“Stop,” I say, but it comes out as a moan.
“Something wrong, little bell?” His face glistens with my juices as he looks at me, searching for any discomfort of mine.
“Schtup me,” I demand.
“Not until I’ve made you come a gazillion times.” Finn shakes his head.
I squeeze my legs together in order to keep him from getting back to my pussy. “I don’t want an orgasm without you. I want to feel you inside of me when I come. I want to be around you when you come. I want to hold you close and be held the same.”
“Well, if you put it that way.” He smiles and scoots up to kiss me. The taste of myself, mixed with him, makes me starry-eyed.
“Can I lay on top of you?” Finn eyes my protruding belly doubtfully.
“I’ll tell you if it gets uncomfortable,” I assure him.
He takes me by my hips and pushes me up the bed. Very slowly, he crawls over me, until he can bow down and kiss me. I taste myself on him, deliciously mixed with his taste. I wrap my arms and legs around him and try to pull him down, but he resists and holds his weight with his forearms.
“Jennie,” he breathes and puts his forehead to mine. He reaches down and guides himself to my entrance, sliding his cock a few times through my folds to get it coated. Looking into my eyes, he slowly—oh, so very slowly—pushes in.
My eyes roll back, and I gasp. This feels like fire and ice at the same time—and both are magnificent.
Once he is as deep in me as possible, he holds my face and kisses me again with unrelenting strokes of his tongue that match the rhythm of his slow, deep thrusts. I am back to being close to orgasm in no time.
“Who’s a good girl?” he asks.
“I am,” I wail.
“Who is making you come?”
“You are, Finn.” I open my eyes, but my vision is blurry. “Finn!” I shout, as he slides his hand between us and caresses my clit. My pussy filled with him, and my clit being teased, I can’t hold back. “Finn, I…”
As my orgasm seizes me, Finn thrusts a few times quickly, deeply. “Jennie,” he whispers and collapses. Immediately, he rolls off me and pulls me close. “Don’t ask to be let go of anytime soon,” he warns and holds me tightly.