Page 10 of Emerald

Fuck. I clenched my thighs together, feeling a fresh gush of wetness soak my already-ruined panties. "Finn, I don't—"

"Yes." The word was low and raw, almost desperate. "I need it. Need to see you, taste you, even if I can't actually fuck you yet. Just let me watch."

Yet. The promise in that single word made me dizzy, my skin flushing hot and tight all over. He wanted me, wanted to claim me, even if he was still holding himself back.

And if watching me finger myself was the price of admission, well... call me a fucking ticket-taker.

"Okay," I breathed, my hands already going to the hem of my sleep shirt. "Okay, yes. I'll do it."

His eyes flared, his nostrils flaring as he watched me tug the flimsy fabric up my thighs. I could feel the heat of his gaze, branding me, possessing me, even as I bared myself to him inch by agonizing inch.

When I finally got the top off, leaving me in nothing but a scrap of pink lace that barely qualified as underwear, Finn made a sound like he'd been punched in the gut. His hands flexed on the back of the chair, his knuckles white with strain, and I knew it was taking every ounce of his self-control not to lunge forward and touch.

Good. I wanted him ready to snap. Slowly, teasingly, I trailed my fingers down my stomach, watching his eyes track the movement. I paused at the edge of my panties, toying with the lacy hem, before finally slipping my hand beneath and cupping myself boldly.

"Fuck." Finn's voice was a low, harsh rasp, his eyes riveted to the juncture of my thighs. "You're already wet, aren't you? Soaked through, just from showing yourself to me."

"No," I breathed, rubbing my clit in slow, tortuous circles. "I'm wet from watching you, Finn. Tasting you. That was so hot what we just did."

He groaned, low and long, his hips shifting restlessly against the chair. I could see the thick outline of his erection straining against his sweatpants, and all I had was an urge to taste him again.

"I need to see," he growled. “Take them off, Cara. Let me see that pretty pussy, let me watch you fuck it with your fingers."

Shit. I shuddered all over, my clit pulsing hard against my fingertips. I wanted to tease him more, to make him work for it, but I was too far gone. With shaking hands, I hooked my thumbs into my panties and shimmied them down my legs. The cool air kissed my overheated flesh and I gasped, my hips arching up instinctively.

Finn's response was instantaneous and explosive. He surged to his feet with a noise like a wounded animal, his hands slamming down on the footboard hard enough to make the bed frame rattle. For a second I thought he was going to leap on me, to cover me with his body and take what I was blatantly offering.

But he only stood there, chest heaving, eyes wild and riveted on my dripping, naked sex. I'd never felt so exposed, but instead of scaring me, it only turned me on more.

“Has any man seen you like this?”

I shook my head.

A deep growl came from him. “Good.”

"Touch yourself," he commanded. "Fuck that sweet cunt, let me see you get it all shiny and messy just for me."

"Finn." It came out as a moan as I obeyed mindlessly, my fingers already sliding through the slick folds to rub tight, teasing circles around my swollen clit. "Oh god, that feels..."

"Good?" He bit out the word, his throat working as he swallowed hard. "Fuck sweetheart. I need to eat that pussy 'til you scream, to slide my fingers up in you so deep you'll feel me in your fucking throat."

I keened, my hips bucking into my hand. The dirty words pouring out of him were almost as good as a touch, every filthy promise edging me on.

"Please," I panted, my fingers moving faster now. "Please, I need... I want..."

"I know what you need." His voice was a dark rumble, shot through with hunger. "But I need to hear you say it, sweet girl. Tell me all the dirty things you want me to do to this virgin cunt."

"Fuck!" I cried out, my head thrashing on the pillow as I shoved two fingers up inside myself. "Want your mouth, Finn. Want to ride your face, want you to fuck me with your tongue until I come all over you. Want your fingers in me, stretching me, getting me ready for you."

He swore viciously, his hands white-knuckled on the foot board. "Keep going," he demanded hoarsely. "Don't you dare fucking stop now."

I didn't. Couldn't. I was too far gone, my body winding tighter with every second, every vulgar plea that spilled from my lips. I pumped my fingers harder, grinding the heel of my palm against my throbbing clit as I chased the release that hovered just out of reach.

"Almost," I whimpered, feeling the telltale flutter deep in my core. "Oh fuck, Finn, I'm gonna... gonna..."

"Do it." It was a command, a growl. "Come on your fingers, Cara. Let me see this pussy clench, let me see you fucking soak your hand. Come for me, now."

My orgasm hit me, whiting out my vision and stealing my breath. I thrashed on the bed, my fingers trapped between my spasming thighs as I rode out the pleasure, dimly aware of Finn's broken groan mingling with my cries.

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