Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 141385 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141385 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
He stills, but I whisper, “Keep going,” as I slip my fingers through his hair. He does as I say, lowering his mouth even further until it reaches my breast. My skin is hot beneath his mouth as he finds my nipple with his lips and gently sucks it into his mouth.
I drop my head back, gasping. He circles it with his tongue, teasing it in ways I’ve never imagined. His touch sears against my skin. My whole body is alight with sensations I didn’t know existed, and it’s almost overwhelming.
And we’ve barely begun.
Fuck.
How does anyone survive this?
Finn rolls his hips against me, pressing his cock against my core. He drops his hands to my thighs and slowly slides them up, edging his thumbs up the insides towards my pussy. He pauses and looks up to meet my gaze.
I nod, and he continues. I’m not uncomfortable at all—not like this. He was right. Knowing I’m not trapped and can move at any point is reassuring, even though I know he’d stop if I said a simple ‘no.’
But I don’t want to. I want to keep on like this, to see what else I can feel.
It’s strange. He’s both nervous and confident at the same time, and as his fingers glide through my wetness, he raises his head and brings his mouth to mine.
Slowly, he pushes a fingertip inside me.
The only person who’s ever touched me here is me.
I tense.
He stills, and I pull back from the kiss to breathe deeply.
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “Keep going.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He pushes it further inside my pussy, and my muscles clench around him. His lips brush over mine, and I reach one hand between us to cling onto his shirt. I’m so much more exposed than he is, but it doesn’t bother me.
Weird.
I thought it would.
Was he right? Was our position the problem? What happens when we actually have sex? I can’t do it from here, can I? I don’t know what I’m doing, but what if I can’t be beneath him? Could he go—
“You’re thinking too much,” Finn murmurs against my lips, his finger deep inside me. “What’s bothering you?”
“I don’t… I don’t know,” I answer with a breezy laugh.
His lips quirk to the side. “You okay?”
I nod. “I’m fine.”
He slips his finger out and adds another, making my breath hitch. “Still okay?”
I swallow. “You know, I might be a virgin, but I’m not that much of a virgin.”
Something darkens his eyes.
“Alone,” I say quickly. “Um. Assisted. But alone.”
His gaze immediately brightens, and his eyebrows shoot upwards. “Well, that changes things.” A thought flashes across his face.
“Um, what was that look for?”
“What look?”
“That look just now.”
“I was just thinking that one day soon, you’ll have to show me this ‘assistant’ you have.”
“I can’t do—”
“Shh.” He presses his lips to mine, silencing me. “Let me focus.”
Any protest I was about to make dies against his tongue meeting mine. He said to let him focus, and it’s not like I have any choice.
Even though I’m on top, any notion of me being in control is shattered. His fingers curve inside me, hitting just the right spot, and with each stroke of his fingers, I fall more to his mercy.
I don’t know how it happens, but everything changes. My dressing gown falls to the floor, exposing me completely. His shirt comes off, finally putting us on a somewhat equal level of undress.
He removes his fingers, and I reach down between us, cupping his erection over his trousers. Finn groans, bucking his hips, and I gently bite his lower lip.
That undoes him.
He moves me off him, all but tossing me onto the bed next to him. Unlike before, he doesn’t cover my body with his.
Instead, he takes off my underwear and parts my legs. My breath hitches at the sight of his face between my legs, and my heart pounds in my chest with the anticipation of what he’s about to do. Then, slowly, he drags his tongue along my slit until he finds my clit and closes his lips around it.
The moan that leaves my mouth is nothing short of unholy.
Okay.
Wow.
Toys don’t do that.
I feel his inhale more than I hear it, and as if the noise that came out of me spurs him on, he does it again. His tongue moves, almost a little uncertainly, but with each of my moans, he gains confidence, and each movement becomes more precise.
Until he achieves his goal.
Heat washes over me, and I fist his hair as I come. It’s a surreal sensation, and I barely have time to recover before Finn stands and looks down at me.
“Hattie, I…” His throat bobs, and he reaches down towards his cock.
There’s a lump in my throat. But… I nod.
As if this will ensure he keeps his promise to marry me. As if us sharing something so intimate will mean it can’t be taken away from me.