8. Finn #2
“We can stop anytime.” I don’t know how, but I’ll spend all night standing beneath an ice-cold shower if that’s what she wants.
“Like now?” She squeezes her thighs around me and leans backward, her arms reaching for the floor like she’s fucking pole dancing.
“You’re fucking killing me, sweetheart.”
I grip her thighs even though she doesn’t need my support; my crushed ribs are testimony to the strength in her legs. I can’t take my eyes off her beautiful pussy, coated in her slick, her clit swollen and still spasming from her orgasm.
I slide one finger inside her and rub her clit with my thumb, my cock dancing inside my pants when her body immediately jerks with the orgasm lurking beneath the surface. I said I wasn’t done with her, but I get it now.
She isn’t done with me.
“Killing you wouldn’t be this much fun,” she says, panting through the pleasure controlling her body. “You can let me go now.”
I relinquish my grip on her right thigh, and she lands like a gymnast performing a floor routine, as comfortable in her nakedness as she is in her leather jacket. “Where did you learn to—”
“I pay attention.” She kneels in front of me, unzips my pants and frees my cock. Gripping it in one hand, she peers up at me. “What do you want me to do?”
Fuck! The head of my shaft is already sticky with precum. At this rate, it will be the fastest climax in the history of time.
“I want you to sit on my cock and ride me until you scream my name out loud.”
A small smile tugs at her swollen lips. “That will never happen.”
I grin back at her. “Challenge accepted.”
I unfurl her fingers from around my shaft, then take her hand and guide her into the living room, where I remove my clothes and sit on the couch, legs spread, my cock standing proud.
“It’s all yours, so climb on.”
Tamara straddles my thighs and positions her entrance over me, rotating her hips, teasing me by dragging her pussy across the head of my shaft. Each touch sends blood hurtling around my body. My balls are ready to explode.
Holding my gaze, her pupils blown hypnotically wide, she slides down onto me, all the way, until the head meets her wall and her ass is sitting on my thighs.
“Touch me,” she whispers.
I reach for her breasts, squashing them together, and teasing her nipples with my thumbs, but she shakes her head.
“Not there.”
“Show me where, sweetheart. Show me where you want me.”
She takes my hand and places it between her legs where her pussy is clamped around my throbbing erection. Then she parts her folds to expose her clit. “Try to make me scream.” She says this like she wants me to succeed.
“Ah, the impossible challenge.”
I lick my thumb and circle her softened clit, watching her intently as her lips part, the only giveaway of the pleasure still brewing in that bundle of nerve endings.
“I didn’t say it was impossible. I said it would never happen.”
“You know I won’t stop until I prove you wrong, don’t you?”
“I’m counting on it.”
She leans forward and bites my bottom lip, the tang of iron flooding my senses as she rocks her hips, dragging her clit between my cock and my thumb.
I don’t care if she’s playing me to get what she wants.
I’ll wear a fucking collar and let her lead me around like a dog on all fours if it will make her scream my name when she comes.
She fills my mouth with her tongue, rubs her nipples across my chest, and moves her hips, the walls of her pussy sliding back off me until my tip is kissing her entrance, then she lowers herself onto me, deep and hard.
I should fight it before I explode inside her.
I want to fight it, but it feels so fucking good that I grip her hips with both hands and thrust upwards to match her slow rhythm.
“Stop,” she whispers into my mouth.
I do as she asks, but my cock is still pulsing inside her. “What is it?”
“You moved your thumb from my clit.”
My chest bursts with so much emotion for this beautiful woman that I barely register slipping my hand back between us and finding the swollen nub.
“Better?”
“Yes.” She drags her tongue across my mouth and down my jawline to my ear, where the sensation is like being underwater, while goose bumps pop all over my flesh.
I work her clit while she rides my cock, her rhythm getting harder and faster, her breathing growing shallow against my neck. But I know deep in my core that if I want her to scream my name, I need to give her a reason.
Gripping her hips, I lift her off me and cradle her against my chest while I carry her through to my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me.
I set her down on the bed, and she watches me go to my closet and remove two neckties. Her eyes follow me back to the bed, never wavering as I bind her right wrist to the headpost first, and then her left wrist.
“Remember the word?” I stand beside the bed, drinking in her naked body.
“Yes, but I don’t need it.”
“You don’t know what I’m going to do to you yet.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Her eyes are almost completely black now. “I know I’ll enjoy it.”
I climb onto the bed, and she spreads her legs wide to accommodate me. “Do you trust me?” I repeat my question from earlier in the day.
“To make me come?” She slants her eyes wickedly. “Of course.”
I smile. “Your faith in me is a real ego boost, do you know that?”
“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.”
I lower myself on top of her, supporting my weight on my elbows, and pull her knees up, positioning her feet over my shoulders. “Do you trust me not to hurt you?”
“Yes.” She doesn’t hesitate.
“Good.” I slap her ass cheek with the flat of my hand, and her eyes widen. “Do you want more?”
She sucks on her top lip to suppress her smile. “I’m not going to scream if that’s what you’re asking.”
“That’s good enough for me.”
I slap her ass again, a little harder this time, feeling the sting in my palm, and she responds by pulling her knees towards her and rubbing her pussy against my chest.
I sit back on my haunches and grip her ass in both hands, noting the faint red marks on her skin left behind from my fingers.
Then I bury my face in her pussy. I drag my tongue from the entrance between her ass cheeks, across the tender flesh to her pussy, and suck on her juices, tugging her folds between my teeth, driven by her panting, and her trembling thighs.
“Don’t stop.” Her words are accompanied by short shallow gasps.
I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Twenty-four hours, and I’m totally addicted to this woman who wandered into my life and turned it upside down.
I slap her ass cheek again, the sound splitting the air in the room.
My mouth finds her clit, and I lick it from all angles, softening it with the flat of my tongue and licking some more.
Tamara rests her booted feet on my shoulders, her knees touching the headboard, and rubs her pussy in my face, demanding more, reminding me of the challenge without words.
I insert a finger between her ass cheeks, and her pussy clenches.
“You like that?” I feel her juices coating my tongue, my chin, and trickling down my throat, and I’ve never tasted anything sweeter.
“Yes.” She’s still watching me, committing everything we do to memory.
“Are you ready to come for me?”
“Yes.”
I don’t waste a beat. I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue until it spasms out of control, her body going limp as she surrenders to her orgasm. Then I guide my cock inside her while her body is still in the throes of her climax.
I grip the headboard while I find my rhythm, my strokes slow and deep to begin with, growing harder and faster with the pressure of her feet on my shoulders and her hips thrusting upward to meet me.
“Kiss me, Finn.”
Hearing her speak my name is the fingertip that pushes me over the edge.
I fill her mouth with my tongue, and her eyes roll back in her head when she tastes her juices.
My hips move to their own beat. My cock throbs with the climax waiting to explode, which happens when she whimpers into my mouth, her pussy clenching around me as her climax meets mine, and I surrender to my own pleasure.
My body shudders, my legs twitching like I ran a marathon with no warm-up. I unclamp my fingers from around the headboard and cradle her head in my arms, smoothing her hair away from her face while her body goes limp beneath me.
“Say my name,” I murmur.
“You want me to scream it?” Her voice is low and sultry.
“No.” I kiss her lips tenderly. “I want to hear you say it, that’s all.”
“Finn.” She sucks her taste from my tongue. “Finn Twomey, my Irish giant.”
My heart wants to explode.
I release the ties binding her wrists to the bedposts, roll onto my side, and pull her against my body where she fits as if I was made to hold her. And I don’t even care when her pussy clenches so hard that she squeezes me out.
She’s in my bed, and we’re on first name terms.
That’s enough for now.