Chapter 10 #4
“I want to make you come like this. With you staying completely still and with nothing but my fingers. Will you do that for me?”
Henley’s heart was beating hard once more. She licked her lips and nodded.
“Good girl.” His finger began to move, slow at first, then faster, and it took every bit of control Henley had to stay completely still.
One hand gripped the sheet at her side, and the other reached for Finn.
She loved this, but she wanted to touch him too.
Needed that connection. He didn’t seem to mind when she put a hand on his thigh and held on for all she was worth.
“That’s it. Hold on to me. Listen to my voice. Know that it’s me making you feel like this. It’s me inside you. It’s me watching you come undone.”
Henley had seen Finn do this before…well, not this, of course.
But she’d heard him use the same calm, controlling tone.
They’d gotten a new horse recently who was completely skittish from a trauma Henley knew nothing about.
Finn had stood in the corral and talked to the animal for hours.
Just letting it get used to his voice, understand it was safe and cared for.
He’d made the horse feel relaxed enough that Finn was eventually able to approach and lead it into the barn.
She felt a little like that horse. Completely under Finn’s command.
The sound of his finger moving in and out of her soaking folds was loud and obscene, and should’ve been embarrassing, but since she was with Finn, it wasn’t.
“You hear that? That’s your body’s way of telling me how much you love this.
Getting ready to take me. You were made for me, Henley.
Honestly…at first, you scared me. I think I knew you were going to get under all the shields I’d put up, and I wasn’t sure I wanted anyone there.
Now that you are, I never want you to leave. ”
Henley felt a tear escape her closed eyes. She wasn’t sure why she was crying. Maybe because of how good she felt. Of how hard it was to stay completely still. Because of what he was saying. She wanted to tell him that he’d gotten under her shields as well, but was finding it hard to form words.
She felt as if she were floating. Finn was being extremely gentle. This sexual experience was nothing like what they’d done so far. It had been fast and hard earlier, but nothing about this slow build was any less pleasurable than when he’d been pounding into her.
“That’s it. I can feel your muscles tightening around me.
It’s the most incredible feeling. Seriously.
How about if I do this?” He moved the hand on her belly downward, until his thumb was gently brushing over her clit.
He didn’t press hard. Didn’t tug or pull.
He simply brushed over her again and again with a super-light touch.
She wanted more. Needed more. Wanted to press up against him, force his fingers to move faster. Harder. But he wanted her to stay still, so she clenched her teeth and tried to do what he wanted.
“Damn, Hen, you’re amazing. Letting me do this. Your nipples are so hard, I bet they’re throbbing, aren’t they?”
They so were. She nodded.
“Hang on just a little longer. I promise to get you there.”
A little longer turned out to be way too many minutes for Henley. This was both torture and heaven at the same time.
When her orgasm hit, it was almost a surprise. One second she was gritting her teeth, doing all she could not to move, and the next her entire lower body felt as if it was on fire.
“So damn gorgeous,” Finn breathed—a moment before he added a second finger inside her body and turned his hand. He pressed against that spot deep inside her that made Henley jolt in his grip.
All thoughts of staying still flew from her mind and her body convulsed as Finn caressed her from the inside out. Liquid shot from between her legs, soaking the sheets and Finn’s hand. Henley would’ve been mortified if Finn wasn’t so completely thrilled.
“Yes! God yes, Hen. That’s amazing. You’re amazing. That’s it…so good. You smell delicious. I could eat you up.”
Henley had a feeling she’d kind of passed out there for a moment, because the next thing she knew, Finn was lying next to her, one hand covering her pussy possessively.
She roused enough to say, “Your turn?”
“Shhhh. I’m good. That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Thank you for giving that to me.”
“Um, I think I should be thanking you. Do we need to change the sheets now?”
“Why bother when we’re just going to get them all messy again later?”
Henley forced her eyes open at that. “Again?” she asked incredulously.
“I’m never gonna get enough of you, Hen. And since you now have a session tomorrow afternoon and I’ll have to let you out of bed, I’m going to make the most of our time together.”
Henley smiled and snuggled into him. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he agreed, the fingers over her pussy moving now, petting her.
Henley would’ve grinned again, but she was already nodding off. Besides, it felt good to have him hold her like this.
The last thing she felt before she fell asleep once more was his lips against her temple.