Chapter Eight #3
That made him smile. She could feel his mouth on her neck. His teeth grazed her jaw again and suddenly it was as if she was prickling, everywhere.
“We can,” he said. “I promise. But first I’m going to have to hear you say it.”
She let out an aggrieved sort of sigh. “Fine. What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know.” He shifted again so he was settled more firmly between her legs.
Then he reached out and tugged her knees up high, so that more of him was connected to more of her.
That rolled through her and lit her up, everywhere.
“Maybe something like… Yes, Finn, I want to have sex with you. Nice, easy, and to the point.”
She made a noise of pure frustration. “I’m lying in bed with you. I kissed you. Why do I have to make pronouncements on top of it?”
“Humor me.”
His voice was a growl and he already seemed like he was moving on, because his other hand was beneath her top now. And Kitty really didn’t understand how he was holding himself or how he was making it so that she could feel him everywhere, but she didn’t feel crushed against the bed.
Or maybe she wanted to be crushed against the bed.
“Finn,” she said, and her voice sounded breathy and not like hers at all, “I don’t want to say any of those things. But I want you to keep doing what you’re doing. And I want to go wherever it goes.”
“Thank you,” he said, and when he looked at her, there was a curve in his mouth that made her pulse pick up speed.
Finn pulled her pajama top up and off, then tossed it aside. He rolled them over so that she was on top of him and it was like gravity did the deciding for her. Because she couldn’t seem to keep herself from sinking into him and feeling him everywhere.
He guided her mouth back to his and then everything was the tempo he set. His mouth and all that heat. The taste of him. His wicked tongue.
Her breasts were pressed against his bare chest and that made her writhe against him until he laughed again. Then he turned them over once more, stripping off his boxer briefs and her pajama bottoms and panties as he went.
Kitty thought that surely he would simply plunge in and be done. She’d seen it in enough films to know how it was done.
But he didn’t. Instead, he seemed to take great pleasure in setting her on fire.
Finn put his mouth in places she wasn’t sure she could name on a chart. He smoothed his hands everywhere, using those hard palms and his clever fingers until she was arching up off of the bed.
He found his way between her thighs and played with her until she was shimmering so bright she fell apart all over again. But he kept going. He used his mouth and he wrapped his arms around her hips, then held her there as he ate her like a dessert.
And by the time he crawled back up the length of her body, she didn’t know her own name. She was limp, lying there spread out with abandon, and all she could do was follow his every movement, greedily, waiting to see how much more pleasure he could wring out of her.
He reached for something on the table on the side of the bed he’d claimed. Kitty watched curiously, realizing after he’d rolled the whole thing down over himself that she was watching him secure their protection. Something she hadn’t thought about at all, which wasn’t like her.
But she didn’t have time to castigate herself, because he was over her again, crawling between her legs and grinning down at her as he reached down between them and lined himself up with her heat.
“I know it’s supposed to hurt,” she said. Magnanimously, in her opinion.
He only smiled and slowly, slowly pushed his way inside of her.
And it didn’t hurt at all.
Which wasn’t to say it felt good, either.
It was so strange. He was enormous. And Kitty wasn’t sure she understood what it meant to be filled like this. He seemed to go on and on, and it was so new and strange. The pressure of his hips on hers, the way her body seemed to have to fight to accommodate him.
But for some reason, she decided that she wanted this more than she wanted to stop it. She couldn’t even have said why. There was just something about the way he was doing this. Again, it was that patience, as if he didn’t care if it took him seven years to make this happen.
Even thinking things like that made her start to soften. It made her whole body less tense, as if she was welcoming him in.
And they could both feel it when he managed to seat himself inside her, all the way.
Finn stayed like that for a moment, holding himself above her with his elbows braced on either side of her head.
“That frown on your face,” he said, in a low, raw sort of voice, when she hadn’t even realized she was frowning. “You have no idea what it does to me.”
That made her frown even more, and he laughed.
“I’m not going to lie,” she said. She moved a little bit beneath him, feeling that intensity inside of her that was him—so big and hard, filling her up in a way she didn’t know how to handle.
There was no way to move to avoid it, either.
No matter what she did with her hips, with her butt, it just underscored how deeply lodged he was inside of her.
“But this is something of a letdown after the rest. If we’re being honest here. ”
Finn looked delighted by that. There was a light in his blue eyes and he laughed, then leaned down to pull her bottom lip between his teeth. Which was also something she would have said, without a shred of doubt, that she would never have liked.
But it turned out she did.
“Let’s see if I can change your mind,” Finn said, with all that laughter in his voice and in his gaze.
And then he began to move.
At first, it was slow. Careful and easy. He shifted back a little bit, then forward a little.
He seemed to be watching her closely, and this time, when Kitty couldn’t figure out what to do with her hands, she just put them on him. And she found that deep valley between his shoulder blades and all those muscles on his back. She liked that.
Finn moved a little quicker, a little deeper. He pulled out farther, and surged back inside of her. And she’d seen actors pretend to do this on screen too many times to count, but she had never felt anything like this before in her life.
She had nerve endings she didn’t know anything about. She had a whole body that felt bright and free at last, all because of him. All because he was inside of her.
Kitty felt as if finally, after all these years, she was connected to something she hadn’t even known she was missing.
It made her feel dizzy. It made her feel wild, and hungry for more.
He dropped his head and put his mouth on hers again, and that was too much. Too much, but she loved it and so she kissed him back.
But then she couldn’t maintain the kissing. Not while so many other things were happening. Because his chest was against her breasts again, and her nipples were so rigid, and there was so much friction and heat and longing—
And this time it punched through her like a fist, and the explosion was like fireworks, but the kind that went on and on forever.
But she was pretty sure, by the way he groaned into her neck, that he came with her.
And they lay like that, together, for a very long time.
When he moved, he lifted himself up so he could look down into her face, and Kitty felt herself blushing all over again.
“Well?” Finn asked. “What’s your verdict?”
But he didn’t ask that in a way that made her think that he was really all that worried about her response.
“I don’t really have anything to compare it to,” she said, and lifted her chin a little bit as she said it. A little primly, maybe.
Finn, her husband, grinned. “You will,” he promised.
She lay there as he rolled away, giving her another kiss as he went. He left the bed and padded over to the bathroom, then closed the door behind him.
Kitty couldn’t seem to do a thing but lie there, shattered beyond measure, while great, swollen things that she was terribly afraid were a whole host of the sort of feelings she normally avoided like the plague got their grips in her, hard.
Like they had no intention of ever letting go.
And how she didn’t burst into tears as they ripped through her, she would never know.