Chapter 28
Finn
Her breath catches. I can feel her under my hands, holding perfectly still while she processes that, and then melting into my hold. “And when you say a healthy down payment…?”
“Don’t know yet. Let’s see what your body can take before you pass out,” I say huskily.
It’s not hard to see where her mind has gone since we left the party. She’s too focused on being afraid of tomorrow, but I’m going to do my best to chase that from her mind.
For one thing, borrowing trouble never helps. For another, I’m not going to let this go wrong for her. I’ll fight tooth and nail; I’ll fight the entire damned town if I have to. I’m planning to use everything in my power to ensure she can stay in her home.
So I’m not going to allow her to work herself up over this. No sense being miserable tonight when there are much more pleasant ways for us to pass the time.
Cassidy juts her chin out, something in her eyes. “That’s awfully big talk.”
Oh, my feisty wife. If only she knew. “Need me to prove myself to you, baby? All you had to do is say something.” I scoop her up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around me as I stroke her silky-soft thighs. “I love this fucking dress.”
“I know. You said it like a dozen times.”
“And I’ll say it a few more.” I kiss her cute nose. “Now, you called me possessive earlier, baby, and I am. I need to make sure you remember who it is that makes you come so good. Who stretches you out and makes you scream.”
Her eyes get gratifyingly heavy. “I don’t think I was going to forget, Finn.”
“Good. But I like being sure.” I hoist her a little higher and carry her up the stairs, bringing her up to our bedroom. “Here are the rules for tonight.”
She wiggles against me, her skirt getting more hiked up. I can practically feel the heat of her through whatever thin panties she’s wearing, and it makes me hungry for her. “There are rules?”
“You need a distraction,” I tell her bluntly. We both know it, but I don’t want to give her time to dwell on what exactly she needs to be distracted from. “Let me make you feel good. Let me take it all away for a little while, baby. No worrying. No trying to make other people happy. Just feel.”
Cassidy has spent too much of her life taking care of herself and everyone around her. It’s time for the rest of us to step up.
I deposit her on the bed. She looks up at me, the hair she curled carefully earlier now a wild, beautiful mess, and her dress rucked up past her hips, flashing the flimsy little white panties she decided to wear. “Are these for me?” I ask, running a thumb under the band.
“I kind of figured we’d end up like this at some point,” she quips, trying to arch her hips so I can pull them off. I frown.
“What’d I say, wife? Let me do all the work for a bit. You relax.”
“I am dripping wet already from your teasing,“ she complains, but her hips do stop. My heart beats a little faster. I love how wet she gets for me. I love that I can give her that. “How long are you going to make me wait?”
Wait isn’t in the plan for tonight. I have no interest in delaying her orgasm; I want to give her as many as possible. I want her so relaxed she sleeps through the night and most of the day tomorrow, boneless and content.
Without answering her, I kneel at the edge of the bed, tugging her legs closer to me.
I fucking love her thighs. I love them under these dresses and in those denim shorts she’s been wearing all summer long.
I love them completely naked and I absolutely am obsessed with them being wrapped around my head.
“Finn, I—” I lean in and suck her through her panties.
She’s going to come plenty, but we’re not rushing tonight. I’m going to enjoy every damn step of this, and I’m going to make her enjoy it more than she ever knew was possible.
“Fuck, Finn, please, I—” I suck again, making it wet and sloppy, enjoying the sound of the soaked fabric and the way she squirms.
I bet I can get her to come like this, but I can feel how desperate she is under my tongue for more, so I slip her panties down her legs, moving her hips until I can take them off and thrust them into the pocket of my jeans.
It’s immature as hell, but right now, I consider them a trophy of how wet I made her.
“You’re going to start by coming on my tongue,” I tell her, keeping my voice low and even.
I might even call it soothing if I didn’t know that whatever I’m feeling right now is so far from relaxed it’s not even funny.
I have the prettiest pussy in the world in front of me, dripping and eager for my mouth.
She tastes like heaven, and I want nothing more than to dive in.
“Finn, please—”
“I got you, baby,” I promise her, and then, at long last, I get my mouth directly on her clit. I close my eyes and moan, drinking in the taste of her.
She comes quickly, a delicious burst against my tongue that I lap up like I’ll never get another taste. Fuck. She tries to push me away, but I continue licking her.
“Finn—” She keeps saying my name like that, like a little sigh.
I pull back so I can speak, looking up at her.
“You want to stop for real, you tell me that, baby,” I tell her seriously.
“Otherwise, let your husband turn your brain off for a little while.” She bites her lip, so I tell her, “You’ve been so fucking good for me, so pretty and sweet and delicious.
Let me lick you again, baby. Let me make you come again. ”
I pause for a second, waiting for her reaction.
She sighs and lets her head relax back onto the mattress, and it’s like a secret signal sent to the rest of her body, giving her permission to let go.
She’s completely boneless now, given up on her tight grip on the situation and allowing me to give her what she needs.
Cassidy’s gasps and moans are the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I can feel when she gets close, hear how her little moans get higher and higher, until she breaks apart on my tongue for a second time, drowning me in her sweet taste.
That’s two. How many more can I give her before she taps out? How many to make her forget everything she’s worried about?
“You’re doing so well for me,” I praise, pressing kisses into her thighs.
She shivers when my teeth brush her skin, so I do it again, cataloging the reaction.
Noted. I’d have to be an idiot not to see that Cassidy likes the things that make me different from her, and it’s a hell of a gift to my ego.
She doesn’t tolerate me in spite of the wings and fangs and horns; she wants them.
She likes when I remind her that I’m not like her.
She likes that I’m bigger than her and can pin her down with a firm hand on her stomach.
“My pretty little wife needs to be taken apart, hm?” I ask, using the hand pinning her to pull her dress further up. “Taken apart completely until you can’t remember outside of our bedroom. Until you forget everything but my name. You’re going to be so fucking beautiful when it happens, baby.”
She doesn’t say anything. I don’t know if I’ve already worked her beyond words, or if she’s figured out that she’s not responsible for making anything happen tonight; she doesn’t need to entice or cajole me, just trust that her pleasure is coming.
I pull the dress off her body, careful not to rip it. I want to see her in it again. And the blue one she wore to our wedding. Both of them do the kind of psychic damage to me that seems to only be curable by my head between her thighs.
With the dress on her floor, I reach under her to undo the bra she promised earlier that I could see if I was good. I guess I've been very good. Then, at last, she’s naked in front of me.
Her thighs are glistening, her skin flushed. She’s so fucking beautiful that I hurt looking at her. She’s perfect in a way I never knew existed before, and I’m greedily soaking up every second I get to keep her like this.
“Do you know how pretty you are?” I ask her, eyes trailing up that gorgeous body. When she doesn’t say anything, I lock my eyes on hers, tilting her chin up so she can’t look away. “Say it, wifey. Say you’re pretty.”
She squirms, but doesn’t pull out of my grip. “Finn…”
“Say it, baby,” I prod gently. “Tell me how fucking pretty you are. How you make my heart stop. Tell me.”
She doesn’t say anything for a moment, then murmurs in a voice I can barely hear, “I’m pretty.”
“Mhm,” I agree. I’d like a little more enthusiasm, but we can work up to that. “Good girl. So fucking good for me, my pretty wife.”
She’s flushing now, face still held in place by my thumb and forefinger, cheeks a gorgeous pink as her thighs get wetter and wetter.
“You’re being so good,” I croon. “Waiting for me. Trusting me to take care of you.” The flush grows bolder, and I suppress a smile.
“Finn.” That’s all she gets out, wide eyes taking me in.
I ditch my clothes, watching her watch me.
“I never knew how perfect someone could be until you,” I tell her, almost conversational despite my desperate cock.
“You’re so sweet, so perfect—you make me so happy, baby.
” I trail my fingers up the inside of her thigh, gently pushing her legs wider.
She lets her knee fall open with the slightest tap, and I give her a finger inside her wet little pussy.
She’s gripping the sheets like they’re the only thing tethering her to earth. “Give me one more,” I tell her. “One more, baby, and then I’ll fuck you.” Four orgasms feels like a good down payment for tonight, although I was serious when I said my debt is bigger than that.
Hell, if I have my way, I’ll be making her come at least daily for the rest of my life.