Chapter 21 #2
His hand slid down my hip, then lifted my top leg and draped it over his.
Between one heartbeat and the next, two thick fingers slid through my wetness.
He circled my clit with devastating precision before dropping lower, teasing my entrance.
When one thick finger pushed inside me, I couldn’t stop myself from moaning into his mouth.
Back and forth he worked, curling his fingers just right before sliding them back out and playing with my clit until I my entire body was buzzing.
We moved like that, tangled together in the bed.
Kissing desperately while we explored each other’s bodies like teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves, except Mikko knew exactly what he was doing.
He played my body like an instrument, pulling every ounce of pleasure out of me, one heartbeat at a time.
His low, filthy praises spilled between kisses until another orgasm ripped through me.
This one hit slower but deeper, leaving me gasping into his mouth as my body clenched and trembled around his fingers deep in my core.
Mikko followed right behind. With a guttural groan, he spilled over my hand, hips stuttering as he came hard.
The kisses slowed, turning more reverent than desperate. For one perfect moment, neither of us moved. But as fast as this all spun out of control, reality slammed back in.
Mikko’s breathing changed first, a little too controlled when he sat up. Then his body went still beneath my hand. Before he could pull away and give space to anxious thoughts, I reached across the bed and grabbed his wrist.
“Hey. Look at me.”
Those blue eyes met mine, uncertainty replacing the confidence they’d held only seconds before. “Are you okay?”
The question almost made me laugh considering my body was still on cloud nine. “I’m more than okay.”
He searched my face like he didn’t believe me. “Shannon...”
I squeezed his hand before he could spiral. “Don’t. This was good, Mikko. Really good.”
He stayed quiet, eyes almost glazed over. So I sat up and straddled his lap, putting my hands on either side of his face until his attention returned to me. “I’m not upset, and I don’t regret it.”
The words settled over him one by one, the tension in his shoulders easing. “You don’t?”
“Not even a little. And you were right. Apparently, I was having bad sex before now because that was better than pizza.”
The worry lines on his face disappeared, and his intense gaze returned, hands settling on my hips.
“Oh yeah?”
I smiled, tracing a thumb along his cheek. “Yes. Five stars. Tell me where to leave a review.”
Before he even smiled, his cock stirred back to life under me, pressing against my still tender core. I glanced down at his lap, and his hands tightened around my waist.
“Again?”
Mikko nipped at my neck, muttering, “Stamina, rakas. That was the appetizer. We haven’t even gotten to the main course yet.”
My arms draped over his neck, a laugh ripping out of me. “Is that right?”
Mikko’s head dropped, then his tongue lapped over my right nipple, licking a circle around the sensitive skin before pulling it into his mouth. His tongue rolled over the barbell, tugging until I gasped.
I ground down on his lap, feeling his dick slide between my folds and press against my clit. “Oh, that feels good.”
The last of the anxiety bled out of him as he switched sides, giving my left tit the same treatment as the right. When I rolled my hips again, he wrapped his arms around my back, then leaned back on the bed, leaving me on top.
With each roll of my hips, his cock caught at my entrance, but each time, I held myself back. Stopped myself from taking this further. Some part of me still sounded the alarm that sex would change everything.
This was release.
Adrenaline.
Human nature, even.
I pressed myself down into him, holding his cock right where I wanted him as I slid my clit over his head, feeling the pressure of it all the way to my toes.
“So good,” I said when he sucked on my nipple again. “Don’t stop.”
Mikko’s big hands circled my waist, holding me in place as his hips rolled up into me, getting me right where I needed to go. But he followed my lead, never taking it further than I wanted, never trying to push me to do more than grind on each other like our lives depended on it.
When I trembled through another orgasm, he came with me, the wet heat of our combined release spilled between us. I looped my arms around his neck, feeling his around my back, neither of us ready to let go.
“Still okay?” he asked, brushing my damp hair off my face.
I nodded, my head resting on his chest. His lips touched down on the top of my head, then fell back on the bed, as exhausted as I felt.
My ear pressed to his skin, listening to his heart racing in time with mine.
That steady rhythm was enough to hold me in this moment long enough to sort myself out.
It had been so long since I’d been with someone sexually, and even then… it had never been like this before.
Trust was hard for me to come by, especially with men.
So the last thing I expected was for a man to pay so much attention to my body, to read every gasp and moan until he had me unraveling beneath him more times than I’d ever come before.
We hadn’t even had sex, and yet this was the hottest moment of my entire life.
My mind was still busy trying to catalog exactly how I felt when his hold tightened on my waist, then my whole body was in the air.
I let out a little squeak, legs wrapping around his waist. “Put me down!”
Mikko slapped my ass, the sensation stinging. I should have hated it, but instead, my tender core clenched around nothing. He didn’t say anything else, just carried me into the bathroom and right into the walk-in shower, turning the spray on while I held on like a spider monkey.
Once he stopped moving, I unlaced my legs, letting my feet drop to the tile, then unwrapped my arms around his neck.
He loosened his hold on me, but not enough to let me go.
Instead, he spun me in his grip, bringing my back to his front.
With quick movements, he grabbed the bar of soap on the ledge, then rubbed it between his hands, still around me.
I watched the suds form, then his hands slid the bar across my skin.
Over my stomach, washing away the signs of everything we’d done.
Over my breasts, cleaning one then another.
Over my shoulders and down my back, trailing the bar in a way that felt more reverent than desperate. Like he was enjoying this, taking his time.
Over my ass, then around my hips and between my thighs, lingering only a moment as he trailed a finger over my exhausted core.
I shook against him, wrapping one arm around his neck behind me to hold myself upright. “Mikko, I can’t.”
His lips grazed the side of my neck, then kissed down my shoulder. “I don’t think that’s true, but I’ll stop. Let me take care of you.”
Such simple words, and yet they made my breath catch the way nothing else had tonight.
Let me take care of you.
He’d been doing all day today, long before he’d touched me.
Hell, he’d been taking care of me for weeks.
I wasn’t sure what shocked me more—that I didn’t argue back with him, or that I liked it when he took care of me.
Maybe it should have felt like he was taking my agency, my right to choose for myself, but when he did it with such intentionality, such deliberate care to notice what I’d want without me even having to ask…
I loved that.
With every pass of his hands over my skin, I should have said I could do it myself. I didn’t need his help. I didn’t need him at all.
But this wasn’t about need anymore.
This was pure and unfiltered want.
Mikko made me want things. Want more than I’d ever had before. Want to let go and just… trust him.
Just for a little bit.
Just until I had to say goodbye.
My chest ached, imagining the day I’d have to give this up. I leaned my face into the water, washing those emotions right down the drain before they could stick.