Page 35 of Once Bitten

Finn launched himself onto the bed on top of me, digging his fingers into my ribs making me double over in giggles, thrashing on the bed under him trying to push him away.

“Ooh, zis slave is ‘ere joost to obey madam’s every commande,” he replied before stopping his tickling of me and lowered his head, pressing his lips against the side of my neck.

I melted in his arms instantly.

“Finn,” I sighed, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair as his hands softened and slid under my body lifting my hips up to press against him. His tongue drew a line over my collar bone, before dragging his lips up to meet mine, to kiss my already waiting, needing mouth. Kissing him was all consuming. I had no control over how my body responded, what thoughts my mind went to, I just gave in to the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms, connected to him through our breaths.

“Sweet, sweet Kara,” he murmured, his lips tickling mine as he pulled away for a moment to breathe.

I gently tugged on his hair to pull him up to face me. I lost myself in staring up at him, his face filling my entire field of vision, he was a masterpiece even in this visually stunning room. Nothing was as beautiful to me as him.

He ran a single finger along my jawline, then brushed away the strands of hair that had covered my face in the tussle.

“Sweet Kara, just give in... Just give in to it all. Don’t think.”

His hand slid down my body and I couldn’t help but stiffen as I felt him reach for the hem of my skirt and pull it up my legs. He nudged my legs apart with his knee and felt the breath catch in my throat as he ran his fingers over the soft, white cotton of my panties covering my sex. My legs fought between instinctively slamming shut and spreading even wider.

Don’t think, his voice echoed in my mind, and I obeyed.

I felt my legs fall apart even further, and he murmured his appreciation, as his finger gently pushed my panties aside and caressed the curve of my clit.

My whole body jerked, lifting of the bed, I couldn’t believe he could have this effect on me just from a simple touch.

“Fuck, Finn...” I moaned as I grabbed the quilt, trying to retain some control.

“Shhh, sweetheart, just give in, remember?” he whispered into my ear as his finger tapped against my clit again, a soft gentle rhythm that vibrated through my whole body.

“Ohhhh, god, yes.”

“You are so fucking sexy, baby, I love playing with your sexy, hot body, watching you respond to my touch,” he growled into my ear, just as his finger traveled down to my pussy and slid deep inside me.

I sucked in my breath, hard, squeezing my eyes closed, feeling every movement of Finn’s hands on my body, on me, inside me. I could my throbbing tunnel squeezing his finger as he slowly pulled it out then slid it back in again, the ball of his hand grazing my clit as he penetrated me deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“Sweet, sexy Kara, I’m never going to get sick of watching you come. Because that’s what you’re going to do for me, right now. Come, come with my finger inside you, with my thumb on your clit, with me watching your every tremble and shiver. Come for me sweetheart. Do it for me,” he commanded.

With that, he pulled his hand back, his finger sliding out of me completely, and just as I started to whimper, he slammed two fingers deep inside me and his thumb came up to draw hard and fast circles over my clit.

My body contracted and then exploded immediately, blasts and blasts of pleasure washing over me from the tips of my hair to my toes. I thrashed around him, feeling my sex squeeze and relax, throbbing around his two fingers, the surprise of the extra stretch of my pussy pushing my orgasm out longer and longer as his thumb gave my clit no mercy.

“Fuck, Finn. Oh, God, you make me come so hard.” I groaned as I arched, a slave to the climax wracking my body.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he whispered gently, and I struggled but did as he instructed. I watched as he smiled at me, his eyes dark as I’d discovered they turned while we were engaged in sex, and felt him pull his fingers from my pussy.

He brought them to his mouth and gently sucked on the tips, before feeding them to me. I dragged my tongue up along his long fingers, tasting my orgasm on him, and his jaw tightened as he watched.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He growled and slid down my body, kissing my stomach as his hands slid up and down my legs.

I laughed at his reaction, embarrassed that I’d succumbed so quickly to him, but touched that he found me desirable.

He kissed his way back up to my lips and flipped us over, so I was lying on top of him.

He pushed my head to rest on his chest as my breath returned. His heart pounded against my ear. He was so alive. Every part of him screamed sex and life. It was intoxicating.

“Get some rest, sweet Kara,” he said gently, “we have a long day ahead of us, have a short nap, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

But something told he wouldn’t be.

I was right.