Chapter 34 #3
“I’m … I’m going to kiss you here now,” he whispered. His voice was rough as he softly slid a fingertip along the damp furrow of her sex. “Explore every bit of you.”
She nodded, for the moment too breathless to speak. Oh, how wanton and wicked she was becoming. She’d never felt so alive. “I want you to,” she confessed when she found her voice. “I’ve been thinking about it since … since this afternoon. When you fell face-first into my lap.”
Phinn’s mouth kicked into a wicked smile. “I’m glad I’m not alone then. I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about it either.”
He kissed her briefly but tenderly, laved each nipple, then moved slowly down her body, his mouth roaming over her with studied purpose.
His lips grazed across her ribs in teasing and tickling brushes.
His tongue traced over the outline of one hip then the other before flickering over and around her navel, making her shiver.
And when he settled at the end of the bed, his hands gently coaxed her legs apart so she was completely open to him.
Oh my. She should be awash with self-consciousness.
But she wasn’t. The heated intensity of Phinn’s gaze, the naked hunger of his expression as he looked at her down there, his soft words of praise as he murmured how wonderfully wet and ready she was for him, made fresh desire bloom low in Mina’s belly.
Dropping her head back on the pillows, she closed her eyes and gave herself over to Phinn … the man she loved, who would soon show her heaven.
Phinn settled his shoulders between Mina’s splayed thighs.
He was determined to make this experience so very wonderful for her, if it was the last thing he did.
He was throbbing, burning up with the need, but his release didn’t matter right now.
This decadent act he was about to perform was all about showing Mina, this woman he adored, the profound pleasure that making love could bring.
Indeed, this was a “first” of sorts for him too.
Never before had he made love with someone who he did actually love.
Any carnal relations he’d had in the past had been very much about living in the moment.
It had been about having fun and finding immediate gratification with willing women who only wanted that too.
It hadn’t been about forming an intimate and loving connection like this experience truly was.
So when Phinn placed soft, lingering kisses on the silken skin of Mina’s inner thighs, he reveled in the sounds she made—all the tiny intakes of breath and sighs.
And the way she shivered and her fingers slid into his hair and tightened upon his scalp, all of those things provoked a hum of satisfaction in his body.
With his tongue, he tasted the dew-drenched petals of her sex, teased the tiny pink bud where her pleasure was centered, with calculated swirls and delicate flutters. In his quest to show Mina true pleasure, he would leave no part of her untouched or unloved.
To prepare her for their joining, he slowly slid one of his fingers inside her, delving and then plundering gently in a steady rhythm.
And when she moaned and arched her hips, pressing herself to his mouth, he added another finger.
The “Oh yes … yes, Phinn” that tumbled from her lips in response to his intimate stroking was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard.
Her panted breaths, the scent of her, the taste of her on his tongue, the feel of her hot and wet silken flesh clasping his fingers so tightly, was simply magical to Phinn.
It seemed Mina was being swept away by the magic of the experience too.
When he drew on her core, suckling with gentle insistence, her desire rose swiftly to claim her.
As pleasure broke over her, she cried out and gripped his head, pulling his hair almost to the point of pain, but Phinn didn’t mind in the least. He exultated in the evidence of her satisfaction and as she basked in its aftermath, he crawled up her body and gathered her into his arms and basked in the wonder of her too.
When Mina’s breathing returned to a pace that resembled normal, when pleasure’s glow began to ebb, she lifted her head from Phinn’s chest and pressed her lips to his stubbled jaw.
“Thank you,” she murmured. “You certainly didn’t over-exaggerate your talents when it comes to lovemaking.
I think I was practically teleported to another plane of existence. ”
Phinn chuckled softly and the deep rumble in his chest was music to Mina’s ears.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said.
Pushing himself up onto one elbow, he stared down at her.
“But just wait until you see where I can take you with this.” He shifted his hips and the jut of his “unruly cockstand” made Mina’s pulse flutter with excitement.
“We should definitely do something to rectify your lack of satisfaction, Phineas O’Connell,” she said as she boldly reached between their bodies and gently clasped the rock-hard length of him through his trousers.
When Phinn groaned and pushed himself into her hand, another thrill skittered through her.
“Sweet Jaysus, lass. Keep-keep that up and you’ll … you’ll be havin’ to cast that Unsmirchify spell o’ yours,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Well, perhaps you should get rid of your trousers,” she suggested, running a finger along the waistband before toying with the straining buttons. “I must say, your new tailor is to be commended though, because honestly, I have no idea how you haven’t burst the stitches on these.”
Phinn laughed as he rolled off the bed. “Neither do I,” he said as he swiftly undid the rest of the fall front then shoved down the garment in question. When he straightened and Mina took in all of him, she couldn’t contain her gasp.
Oh. My. Lord. Phinn’s erect member was as breathtakingly impressive as the rest of him. As Mina’s eyes returned to Phinn’s, he grinned almost sheepishly. “It’s … er … I’m not …” Drawing a deep breath he said, “I told you I’m large.”
“Yes, yes, you are,” she murmured huskily.
But she wasn’t afraid. If anything, her craving for this man to claim her fully had only sharpened.
She reached out her arms in invitation, wanting his big, beautiful body to cover hers.
She wanted his mouth on hers. His hands loving her.
His manhood moving inside her, driving her to the brink of pleasure.
“If … if you can, try to relax your muscles so your body opens to me,” Phinn murmured as Mina lay down and he slid over her. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, but … but when I first enter you, it will likely be uncomfortable.”
Mina pushed the thick sweep of Phinn’s hair away from his brow. “Don’t worry about me,” she whispered. “I might be a virgin, but courtesy of my Parasol Academy training, I’m tougher than you might think. I can endure some temporary discomfort.”
“Even so”—Phinn ran a finger down her nose—“the idea of hurtin’ you pains me more … more than I can say.”
Mina cradled Phinn’s jaw, touched that he cared so much about her comfort. “It will be worth it,” she returned softly. Then she smiled. “And you can always kiss me better, later.”
He released a husky laugh. “Aye,” he said as he shifted, taking his weight on one arm.
Then he gently coaxed her legs apart and settled between her thighs.
“I promise that I will.” As he bent his head and kissed her tenderly, Mina felt him notching the broad, velvet-smooth head of his long, hard length at her untried entrance. “Are-are you ready for me, lass?”
She curled her fingers around his broad shoulders. “Yes,” she whispered, and then Phinn inhaled an unsteady breath, tilted his hips, and pressed forward.
Mina bit her lip to stop a whimper of pain escaping.
There was no denying it. This was going to hurt.
But as Phinn gently rocked his hips, nudging into her inch by slow inch, he whispered words of praise and encouragement in her ear.
How brave she was. How beautiful. How sweet.
How wonderful she felt. How much he loved her.
And even though there was pressure and stretching and burning and, at one point Mina thought she might burst, at last Phinn was fully sheathed inside her body.
“You’re in?” she whispered. “All the way?”
“Aye.” He pressed his sweat-sheened forehead to hers and it was then that Mina realized he was trembling. “And God, you feel so, so good, lass. But I … I don’t know how long I can hold still … while you get-get used to me.”
A wave of tenderness washed through Mina. “I’m already used to you. I do feel rather … full. But the truly painful part is over.”
“Thank God,” he breathed. “So-so I can move?”
She kissed him. “Yes. Yes please. I want that.”
And so he did. He began to stroke in and out of Mina, ever so slowly and carefully at first. The sensations he aroused in her felt strange—an odd sort of discomfort, or perhaps a delicious sort of friction that bordered on pleasurable.
And then Phinn’s measured thrusts grew faster and harder and deeper and they did feel good.
Actually, better than good. They felt incredible.
It was like she was riding a wild stallion, racing so very, very fast toward a precipice.
The familiar, coiling tension that heralded her peak was building, spiraling tighter and tighter and she wrapped her legs about Phinn’s sturdy thighs and clutched at his broad back to match his feverish pace.
Oh, she was almost there.
And so was Phinn. He was breathing heavily, raggedly as his powerful plunges grew faster still.
“Come with me, Mina,” he entreated, his voice hoarse, desperate.
Sliding a hand between them, he massaged the exquisitely sensitive bud at the apex of her sex …
and that was enough to send Mina over the edge into ecstasy.
As she came apart on a pleasure-drenched cry, Phinn quickly followed her.
Shuddering, groaning, he collapsed on top of her, his hot breath gusting against her neck.
“My sweet, sweet Mina.” Phinn shifted his weight and rolled to the side, bringing her with him so they lay facing each other, skin to skin. Heart to heart. “How I love you.”
She smiled and reached out a hand to stroke his beloved face. “Can you count the ways?”
His answering smile was so full of tenderness, Mina’s breath caught and her throat tightened with emotion. “Darlin’,” he murmured, smoothing a strand of hair away from her flushed cheek, “the list of things I adore about you is endless.”
And when he kissed her, Mina showed Phinn exactly how much she adored him.