CHAPTER 52
Emma
“I have to pick up Jasmine from school,” I breathe into his chest.
We are tangled up in bed, and we’ve been immobile like this for the past hour. Neither one of us wants to move, to bring this to an end.
“We have plenty of time. It’s only…” Finn turns his head to see the clock, careful not to break our embrace. “Oh, fuck. It’s one thirty already. How did that happen?”
“We’ve been at it since eight this morning. I don’t think I can stand.”
“I’m dehydrated. I need water.”
“I don’t see you getting up to get water.”
“You caught me. I’m just revving up to go another round.”
“‘Go another round?’ That’s very romantic, Finn.”
But he is romantic. And considerate. And I’m completely in love with him.
And this is getting more complicated by the day. More twisted and confusing. More wonderful.
He’s given me seven orgasms today. I’m so relaxed that I can hear a soft hum coming from my body. Maybe even an entire movie soundtrack.
Pure contentment.
He flips me under him, resting his elbows on either side of my head as he leaves tender kisses on the corner of my mouth, down my throat, along my collarbones, on the tops of my breasts.
He sucks and nibbles on my breasts, rolls my nipples gently in his teeth.
He knows what he’s doing to me. I’m not a surprise to him anymore—he’s making an effort to figure out what makes me happy, what makes me cum.
“You’re so beautiful, Emma. Your beauty amazes me—I’ll never get used to it.”
My eyes close. He uses his knees to gently spread my thighs apart. I feel him at the entrance to my body, hot, so hard.
Again.
I know I’m ready. I’m always ready.
“You’re at your most beautiful when my dick’s inside you.”
He slides inside me then, and the world shifts. I feel everything fuse—the air, the light, sound, scent and touch—into our joining. It’s a dense rush of power, of pleasure. I ache with it. It pulses through my blood as he moves in and out of me. Slow and intense. Building. Always building.
He takes me deep. Deeper still. I arch into him, lost in my own world. Where I’ve surrendered to Finn’s heat and weight, been split open with his cock, and am cradled by his muscular body.
“Look at me, baby.”
My eyelids are heavy, but I will them to open. I’m greeted with the sight of all he is. My hot-blooded lover. My Finn. With eyes too intense. A mouth too demanding. Powerful body and brilliant mind. A heart filled with goodness.
He’s too much man.
And everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
“You’ve got me under some kind of spell, sweet Emma. You’ve hypnotized me.”
“Then it’s mutual.” As I raise my hand to the side of his face, I’m struck by how gentle he can be with me. Like this. Tender. Languid and deep. Nothing but the two of us.
I had no idea I could be so entwined with another person. That someone who’s known so much emptiness could be capable of this level of trust. Finn’s taken me here.
He presses his mouth to mine. It’s a simple and direct kiss, taking me with his lips the way his cock takes my pussy. The same leisurely rhythm. The same message.
I claim you.
You are mine.
What he sometimes says with words he’s saying now with actions.
His hips thrust into me, his weight grinding into my clitoris. I gasp. And the heat spills through my veins. I pull him tight to me. He gathers me in his arms and holds me to his chest.
The kiss binds us together as we rise higher and crash over the top. In each other’s arms, we get swept away into easy contentment.
It takes me a while to find myself back in the here and now. Finn’s fingers tenderly stroking my hair brings me to.
“We have to get going.”
“I know,” I say, hating to admit it.
Finn rises and offers me his hand. I take it, and he pulls me up and into his arms. He carries me to his shower. We stand together under the multiple streams of hot water.
We’ve done this enough that we take care of each other without thinking, without asking. Finn uses his fingers to massage shampoo into my scalp and run conditioner through to the ends. Then he tenderly washes between my legs with body wash.
I lather him up everywhere, usually making him hard again as I wash and rinse his big cock. I can’t do a good job on his hair, though, unless he lifts me off the shower floor. That’s usually a lot of fun, but we don’t have time for that today.
The best part of these showers is that I get to spend the whole rest of the day smelling like Finn—his body, his cum, and his fancy toiletries.
I wonder if anyone’s noticed.
I’m not sure I’d care if they did.
It hits me then, as it does at least once a day. We’re still a big secret. He’s still my boss and I’m still his housekeeper.
And I wonder how long we can keep this afloat.