Chapter 18 #2
Fawnie’s used to me though. She’s not taking my shit. She just ignores it and gives me a huge smile. “It is, isn’t it?”
It is. And it’s not the worst thing in the world. Not the way I thought it would be.
“It might sound crazy, and I swear I’m a pretty normal person when it comes down to it, but I don’t want to waste time. I don’t want to wait for a perfect day and a right time to tell you this. I think you need to hear it right now.”
I’m already tense, but my muscles coil up, bracing for impact.
Fawnie isn’t going to let me off. She came here for sex stuff, which is great, but when she saw that I needed something else, she had no problem being here for me.
“If life is about choices and staying and vows, I want you to know that I’m here.
I’m going nowhere. But also that I’d choose you every single time. ”
“O-over what?” I stammer.
Her eyes sparkle. “Everything.”
This. Woman. She’s already breaking me. Wrecking me. Panic surges up to cut off my oxygen. Not at being smothered or at how quickly Fawnie is saying this to me, but at the fact she’s here at all. That she’s exactly what I’ve been telling myself that I wasn’t waiting for all along.
She sets her hand on my chest, her palm flat against my hammering heart. There’s no doubt that she can feel that tremble that rocks through me.
“Can I undo your shirt, Finn? Not to… I just want to feel your heart beating. Skin to skin, soul to soul, with nothing between us.”
All of my snark deserts me along with the oxygen I’ve managed to get down into my lungs. I tilt my chin down in a nod before I can think of all the reasons why it’s a bad idea.
She starts with the first button near the collar.
When she releases it, the thickness in my throat doesn’t go with it.
She whispers her lips over the sides of my neck and then down to the hollow.
Her hands steadily undo another button, her mouth tracing down the patch of skin it reveals.
She undoes another and another, until she has enough room to push my shirt open and insert her hand.
Her palm is scalding hot as it traces over my pec, tracing a path straight to my heart.
“That’s not where the soul actually exists. I think souls might be a bunch of nonsense, really.”
“Shh,” she whispers. “We can talk theology later. Just let me feel your heart beating.”
“Says the woman with the butt plug in.”
Her head snaps up and she grins at me. “Yes. Says the woman with the butt plug.”
Shit.
Fawnie isn’t just right for me. She’s perfect for me in every way.
She keeps her hand planted over my heart, but reaches for me with the other.
Her fingers curl around my neck and then bite into my hair.
She tugs my face down to hers and crushes our lips together.
She kisses me with a ferocity that I’ve never known from her.
I haven’t been able to take a full breath ever since I got into this office and started my whole black hole brain sink, but suddenly, I’m panting.
I kiss her back with just as much desperation.
She tastes like berries and bubblegum with mint.
It always was my favorite flavor. Is it hers too?
Jesus Christ, I need to get a grip.
It’s hard when she angles onto me, pressing me further onto the desk so that she can climb over me and straddle my hips. I grasp her waist to keep her from falling at first, but then I can’t stop myself from jerking her tight against me.
I drink her in, part my mouth for her tongue to find mine, let her writhe against me, devour her moans and gasps.
She rocks against my hard cock, sending me into an orbit full of black spots and stars.
She’s a dream. The best thing that ever happened to me.
Except she’s real. She’s real and she’s here.
She said she’d choose me. Me. The me right now, not the future improved me that she might hope for. She’ll take me flawed and scarred, and still call me beautiful and mean it.
Mine. I want to tell her, but I shove the word back deep down inside. Yours. That one gets tucked even deeper.
Fawnie gathers up my hands and lifts them up above my head. She threads our fingers together, holding them up while she kisses me. She sucks on my bottom lip, nipping it between her teeth and dragging it into her mouth before she releases it.
She only lets go of my hands to unbutton my shirt the rest of the way and then she peels it off my shoulders. Just like that.
I let her. Like I’m any other man.
She doesn’t immediately scooch forward to try and get a good look at my back.
There are plenty of scars on my sides, and a few of them wrap around to my chest and abs, but she’s not looking there either.
She never takes her eyes off my face. Hers are dark with desire, but they’re also sparkling with something that looks an awful lot like happiness.
She arches back and gives me a long slide of her hips right over the bulge in my jeans.
“Fawnie,” I hiss, grabbing her hips and ass so hard that my fingers probably bruise through her leggings. I loosen them immediately, but she throws back her head and sighs like she enjoys being touched that way.
Anyway I choose, simply because it’s me.
“Yes?” Her eyes snap open and she grins at me playfully. “What can I do for you?”
Fuck. Me.
Literally.
But also? She’s going to kill me.
I whip her off my lap, setting her down on the floor, but only so I can spin her around, manhandling her while trying to also be careful, as I bend her over the desk.
I don’t want to think about anything other than her.
I want to be consumed by this woman. Taken apart.
Broken down. Put back together. I want each and every one of my senses to be filled with her.
“Take these pants off,” I command, setting a hand between Fawnie’s shoulder blades and bending her forward so that her hips and ass are hiked up into the air. I step between her feet and knock her thighs apart with my other hand.
She studies me over her shoulder, eyes blazing. “Rude,” she snarks. “You could at least say please.”
“Didn’t you come here just for this? To get railed?”
“I don’t put a butt plug in for just anyone,” she says with a grin. “This is my first time. You could at least have some manners about it. I thought we could take our time tonight and do things like intimacy and a little bit of sweetness.”
“If you want manners, I have some terrible news for you, I’m barely housebroken.”
“Okay.” She looks at me over her shoulder, eyes sparkling, grinning. “I’ll take off my pants. You can keep me bent over the desk if you want. Thrust all the way inside me. Play with the plug at the same time. I’ll like it. But you don’t have to be afraid to be sweet too.”
“Christ on a cross,” I mutter.
She’s not the least bit scandalized at the blasphemy, preacher’s daughter that she is. Or was.
“You can do it.” She has the nerve to give me a thumbs up. “I believe in you. Now. Ask me nicely. ‘Please, Fawnie, take off your pants and let me see your pretty asshole with that plug in it and your pussy, all swollen and leaking for me already’.”
I nearly choke on my own saliva. “That’s what you call mannered?”
Her eyes dance. “Right now it is.”
I don’t expect to comply with her as easily as I do, but I can’t help it. She’s irresistible. “Please, will you take your pants off? I’d love to see your sweet peach ass in the air. I want nothing more than to part your legs, and devour you until you’re coming so damn hard.”
“Mmm,” she agrees. “I think I’d like that too. Or maybe, you could bend me even harder over this desk and start by spreading me as wide as I’ll go. You could play with the plug and watch me drip down my thighs. Edge me a little bit harder. Or a whole lot harder. Make me beg for you.”
My heart and dick throb in tandem, and my heart is beating ten thousand beats a minute. “I thought you wanted me to play nice.”
“That sounds nice to me.” She straightens, then tucks her fingers under the waistband of her leggings and rolls them down her hips slowly. “And since you asked so nicely…” She has to shimmy out of them because the fabric is tight and clings to her.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. At least until she bends over and slides them down her thighs. She kicks off her flats, then pulls the pants down the rest of the way, stepping out of them with grace.
She bends herself over the desk, spreading her arms out wide like she’s freefalling.
She parts her legs for me. She lays herself out like that, like a present for me.
Her ass so plump and round and delicious, hiding that delightful secret of the plug.
I can’t even see it yet. I’m going to have to part her cheeks myself, stroke her there, run my fingers down her crack until I find the toy.
Tap it, twist it, pull it out. Fill her with my fingers while I eat her asshole out around them. Would she like that?
I’m a little shocked to find out just how badly I probably will.
I’m so hard that it’s lethal. I can feel every single heartbeat magnified in the throbbing in my cock.
My balls are so heavy that they ache. I’m dying for her to touch me, to be inside of her, to come, but I can wait.
My own special form of edging and torture, just for her.
Her glistening pussy is on full display for me, bare and beautiful. She’s right. She’s already swollen and ready.
Not ready enough. I’m not going to stop until she’s soaked her thighs and maybe even the floor beneath her, or at least until she’s out of her mind, begging me to let her come. She wanted me to ask nicely, and I’ll make her ask me the same way.
Or not nicely. I don’t care much about how she begs me to let her come, just that she does.
And more importantly, that at the end of all the torture, I’m the one to dismantle her piece by piece and send her straight into bliss so good that she’ll forget everything else exists.