She gasped as I rubbed my thumb over her clit, watching her sex contract afterward. I teased her, monitoring every move she made, and when she rocked her hips up, I ordered, “Stay still, Aoife.”
Her brow furrowed. “But I can’t.”
“You can if you want more.”
She grunted. “Control freak.”
I didn’t argue, just thrust my thumb into her slit and pressed it up against the front wall of her pussy.
“You saying you don’t like the control freak in me?” I taunted as she groaned, her back arching as her head fell back, exposing her throat.
I was going to bite that pale cream silk later on. Mark it so that when she looked in the mirror tomorrow, she'd remember this moment.
Clenching my jaw, I dipped down and pressed an open kiss to her clit. Sucking on it, I speared my thumb upward again, just waiting for her hips to rock. The second they did, I pulled back.
“Stay still, Aoife,” I commanded.
A hiss escaped her. “Then stop doing that!”
I rubbed my thumb inside her. “You really mean that?”
“N-No,” she whimpered, and that noise sank into my fucking bones.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I demanded next, watching as she carefully lowered herself to the piano—I bet it hurt her elbows—and then raised her head by hooking one arm behind it.
With her head angled down now, she gave me her attention.
“You look away, I stop. You move, I stop. You tell me when you’re about to come. Agreed?”
She nodded, and even in the candlelight, I saw her pupils dilate.
“Words, Aoife.”
“Yes, Finn,” she whispered, licking her lips.
Eyes locked on hers, I lowered my head and sucked on her clit as I rubbed her G-spot. I watched her gaze turn blurry, watched the muscles in her throat work, saw the tension in her body as she remained as still as could be.
One particularly hard suck had her legs jerking upward to clap around my ears.
I pulled back.
“No!” she cried. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“You broke the rules,” I chided, removing my thumb from her slit.
“No! It hurt too good,” she mewled nonsensically. “Please, I’ll be better. I’ll be better!”
I arched a brow at her and ordered, “Take off your cami.”
Her hands snapped to the waistline and she eased herself upright then dragged it off. When her tits were exposed, I saw her puckered nipples and teased one with my wet thumb.
“How wet are you now?”
“Five,” was her immediate answer.
I grunted as I dipped down to suckle on her nipple. As I pinched the tip between my teeth, her hands came up to hold me in place even as she yelped with pain. I soothed the discomfort with my tongue then moved up and over.
Nails digging into my scalp, she snapped her legs around my waist again as I began to kiss her throat. I raked the skin with my teeth then palpated the flesh with my tongue.
Only when she was arching into me did I bite her. Hard enough to leave the mark I wanted, hard enough for her to hiss in my ear. She didn’t pull away though.
Aoife never did.
Rewarding her, I thrust my hand between us and played with her clit as I sucked and soothed the bite. Teasing the hypersensitive flesh had her shuddering against me, and I felt the rush of juices against my hand as she creamed at my touch.
With a final nip, I ground out, “How wet are you now?”
“Nine,” she moaned.
Out of five? That was definitely what I was aiming for.
"Who does this pretty pussy belong to?"
My growl had her crying out.
"Words, Aoife! Who does it belong to?"
"You," she moaned.
"Aoife—" I started, an impatient growl in my voice.
She sobbed. "My pretty pussy belongs to you, Finn!"
A victorious snarl escaped me.
Angling back, I dragged down my zipper and grabbed a hold of my cock. With it in my fist, I rubbed it along her slit then rested the tip right where I wanted to thrust in deep.
“You want my dick, baby?” I whispered, letting my lips tug on her earlobe.
“Please, my love, please,” she begged, her ankles crossing at my ass so her heels could dig into me.
“How about the next time you wait up for me, you sleep on the sofa, hmm?” I bartered, pulling back to look at her, seeing her brow furrow.
“I was comfortable.”
“Your neck was cricked,” I chided.
She huffed then rocked against me.
“You had no blanket on you.”
“It’s warm!”
“On the sofa, it’s more comfortable and warmer,” I said sternly.
She huffed again. “Okay, I’ll wait on the damn sofa.”
Now I'd gotten what I wanted, I thrust into her.
She cried out.
I returned to the scene of my earlier bite and sucked on the mark as I plowed her pussy. Hands moving to her ass, I fucked her hard and fast, giving her what we both needed.
Exhilaration rushed through me, something I could only ever feel when I was deep inside her, and I growled against her throat as her cunt clamped down and she sobbed, “Finn, I’m going to come—”
“Not yet,” I grated out. “Hold it.”
She let loose a mewl, and her body tensed up. More. More. More. She wailed. “N-Now?”
“Not yet,” I snarled, feeling my own orgasm hitting me right between the eyes.
As her pussy did the fucking tango around my cock, I bit down on her throat again, aiming for the same spot as earlier, and around her flesh, I hissed, “Now.”
We came together.
The explosion hit us both, forcing us closer, not further apart.
She clung to me as I clung to her. Her moans and whimpers matched my growls and groans. The symphony that was us filled the space, making better music than this fifty-thousand-dollar instrument ever could.
United against the world, we soared together, and as the inevitable fall to earth hit us, we did that as a pair as well.
Nine
Finn
“What’s this?”
I shrugged as I spooned up the pappardelle that she’d called a simple dinner and which was better than a restaurant quality dish. “For you.”
“You want to go on a cruise?” she questioned.
My lips twitched at her disbelief. “Not particularly. But we should take a break before the baby comes, and we wouldn’t have to worry about flights.”
Or snipers.
I didn’t tell her that.
Or, Christ, they could be a part of the crew.
As I determined that I’d take a dozen guards with us if she agreed to go, she mused, “What if I get seasick?”
I blinked. “Do you suffer with that?”
“I’ve never been on a boat,” she said with a laugh, and even though my idea might suck, the sparkle in her eyes made it worthwhile.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
“How are you going to cope being away from the office?” She tilted her head to the side. “Let me guess. You wouldn’t be? You’d bring the work with you?”
“Well, the negotiations with Hanover are still ongoing,” I said uneasily.