“Or?”
“You don’t want to find out,” he told her pointedly. Esa rolled her eyes.
But she didn’t move her hands.
Instead she lay there in growing trepidation and anticipation as he knelt between her knees and deliberately spread her thighs wide. Her hips shifted restlessly.
“Finn…”
“Yes?” he asked as he looked up at her.
Esa swallowed heavily. She experienced a strange brew of paradoxical emotions. She wanted to close her legs and lower her hands to cover her vulnerable core. She also felt a powerful desire to remain spread like that for Finn—stretched open wide. Her fingers clutched desperately to each other when he began to lean down over her, his eyes on her face.
“I-I don’t think that—”
“I do think. No running this time, Esa,” he told her softly. He opened his large hands on her thighs, keeping her spread wide, and lowered his head.
And Esa forgot how to breathe.
She stared up at the ceiling wide-eyed, seeing nothing as sensation flooded her awareness. Nothing could distract her from the intense feelings that Finn’s firm, agile tongue or sublime suction wrought on her flesh. He’d taken away all possibility of action, holding her firmly so that her hips couldn’t squirm away from his exquisite, deliberate torture. She couldn’t even hold his head to her, cherish him, attenuate the pressure when it became overwhelming.
She just had to take it. And it was so, so good.
Finn growled low and feral a while later when she arched up off the bed, her muscles flexing almost unbearably tight as she came. He nursed her through the roughest part of her storm while she cried out and whimpered and her fingernails pressed crescent shapes into her palms.
She watched through heavy eyelids as he rose up over her and dove for the bedside table. Her body throbbed with a dull, heavy ache. When Finn shoved his jeans and underwear to his thighs she realized just how aroused he was. He wasted no time in sliding on a condom and positioning himself.
She cried out sharply when he arrowed into her in one stroke, hard and true. He shouted out simultaneously and dropped his cheek to her shoulder, pressing his lips to her neck. Esa waited anxiously as her body accustomed itself to his presence and Finn’s warm breath struck her in rapid puffs of air. He lifted his head slowly when she caressed his shoulders and back.
“Put your arms back on the bed, Esa,” he ordered.
Her eyes went wide. She slowly replaced her hands above her head on the bed.
His cock throbbed inside her.
He came up off her upper body, leaning on his muscular arms. Esa panted shallowly as he pinned her with his stare and began to move.
After a moment, Esa closed her eyes. It was really too much for her to bear. Pleasure swamped her. His cock filled her so perfectly, rubbing and agitating deep, secret, virgin flesh. But it wasn’t just that. Watching him as he watched her, feeling him merge with her so completely…it felt like the most intimate moment she’d ever experienced.
And Esa didn’t know what to make of that.
He allowed her the small escape of shutting her eyes for a while as he built the friction in her all over again. But then he changed the angle of his assault on her senses and slammed into her more forcefully.
“Open your eyes,” she heard him demand in an uneven, rough voice.
She followed his command, her face clenching with desire at the sight of him. He held his long, lean beautiful body off her with his hands on the headboard behind her. Their pelvises smacked against each other briskly with each downward plunge of his long, deliberate thrusts. His golden torso gleamed with a coat of perspiration.
When she looked into his heavy-lidded gaze his formerly smooth, long strokes became delicious, fast jabs. His handsome face tightened at the amplified pleasure.
“Come, Esa. Come with me.”
Esa jerked her head back and screamed, submitting to his command without conscious thought, climaxing powerfully. Finn roared as he joined her. He continued to pump into her hard and fast throughout his own orgasm, the sensation of his spasming, thrusting cock giving her the longest, most explosive orgasm she’d ever experienced in her life.
He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily. Esa finally moved her arms, stroking his back languorously, loving the feel of his weight on her and the bursts of his breath on her shoulder. Eventually his ragged gasps slowed and evened and he resituated himself more comfortably on top of her. He groaned when she lightly scraped his skin with her nails.
A heavy, warm sensation settled into Esa’s limbs. She felt her body sinking…sinking further into the mattress, further into this drowsy, delicious fog.
“Finn?” she muttered sleepily.