Chapter Fifteen
They sat in the damp grass, listening to the soft splash of the river and watching the little whirlpools and eddies in the water. They’d long since fallen silent.
She gave a little sigh and reclined on her elbows, stretching her legs out in front of her. She didn’t feel self-conscious being nude in front of Finn, and it wasn’t just a shifter thing. There was something about the big Alpha lion that made her feel safe. She had to admit that Finn having her back would make what she had to do less daunting.
She glanced across at him and realized he was gazing at her with open, naked hunger. His tawny eyes were dark and intent, his gaze roaming lazily over her breasts, the curve of her waist, the smooth length of her legs, but returning again and again to rest on the inviting patch of dark curls between her thighs. She felt a trickle of moisture slicking her folds as her body responded to his regard and she remembered the avid heat of his mouth on her most intimate flesh. Her nipples crinkled and furled into hard little buds, and his eyes were drawn to them as if by a magnet. Slowly, as if she were a wild animal that might startle and flee, he reached out and played one fingertip gently around her nipple, sending silvery threads of sensation racing down her body. She shuddered, and raised one knee in silent invitation.
Finn rolled over, covering her with his body, settling between her thighs. His body was huge and heavily muscled on top of hers, making her feel feminine and vulnerable. He was warm, and she raised her hands so she could run her palms over the silky-smooth skin of his back, playing her fingers curiously over a short rope of scar tissue at the base of his spine then running her hands over the taut, firm globes of his buttocks.
Finn kissed her thirstily, plundering her mouth with a fierce urgency that made her heart drum and her head swim. She could feel the hard ridge of his erection between her thighs, rubbing between her wet pussy lips with a sweet friction each time she wriggled on the damp grass or he shifted against her to deepen their kiss.
She drew back from his mouth, gasping, and took his head between her hands, staring deeply into his eyes. Her voice came out breathy and desperate. “Don’t stop this time, Finn. Please.”
He groaned and kissed her again, and she felt him parting her slick folds before he pushed one finger inside her, hissing as her internal muscles clenched tightly around it.
Gently, he began to move his finger back and forth, pushing deep inside her and then withdrawing, his movement becoming firmer and more confident as her juices lubricated his thrusts. She gasped and sighed, and he added a second finger, murmuring muddled words of encouragement as he pushed them all the way inside her. He curled his fingers as he withdrew them, rubbing over her G-spot. She whimpered and parted her legs further, wordlessly begging for more.
Her eyes fluttered open when the head of his cock nudged against her entrance. She suddenly wondered if he would be too big, too much…but her body was crying out to feel him thrusting inside her, taking her, claiming her.
She bit her lower lip, her palms on his biceps, and felt his muscles bunching as he slid inside her, inch by inch. His breath shuddered with the effort of control and there was a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead.
At first there was a strange, dull pain as he worked his cock into her virgin channel, stilling above her so she could adjust to the sensation. But then something seemed to blossom inside her and the strange pressure eased, replaced by a sensation of spreading warmth as he started to move.
At first his thrusts were slow – smooth and careful – but then she wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him on in response to the fizzing excitement building in her belly. Shivers of sensation swirled over her skin, and she moaned into his mouth as he pumped his hips harder, taking up a driving rhythm that stoked the pleasure in her core.
She ran her palms down his back and over the globes of his ass, which flexed with every thrust, and he growled her name, low and hoarse, as the threads of desire inside her spiraled, twisted, stretched and snapped as an orgasm whiplashed through her body. She cried out again and again, spasming around his cock as he continued to push into her, seeking his own bliss.
Her pussy was still pulsing as he pulled out of her and urged her onto her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her, covering her spine with his warm body. She hollowed her back and presented herself wantonly to him, almost purring when he thrust back inside her, then gasping when she felt him going harder and deeper than he had before.
He grasped her hips and pistoned in and out of her slick channel, giving low moans of excitement that became harsher and less controlled. Her intimate muscles squeezed and fluttered around his shaft, and the aftershocks of her orgasm began to build again into rolling moments of pure bliss that lengthened and merged and drew out until she was coming again, panting and jerking and bunching the damp grass beneath them in her fists as she was overcome by pleasure.
Finn gave a low, tortured growl, and she felt his teeth graze the nape of her neck in a primal, possessive gesture as he emptied himself into her willing body, fingers digging hard into the soft flesh of her hips, before slipping from the heat of her pussy, leaving her sore, satisfied and sighing with exhausted contentment.
