Page 53 of Madness Becomes Her
I don’t hear Fin’s reply as I close my bedroom door and slide into bed. Emotion is raw in my chest as I release it into the pillow.
Thinking of going home, staying there, and never returning to Wonderland makes my heart heavy. But thinking of being their downfall makes it even heavier.
Rousing,I stretch away from the memory. Rubbing my chest, I turn onto my back, and Finlo’s arm, draped over my stomach, remains warm against my belly.
I try to keep the ache at his proximity to a minimum, but it’s hard.
He’s still snoring, and the sun outside the tent looks much higher in the sky.
I kiss the tip of his nose, and he stirs.
“Good morning,” I whisper, pecking his lips next.
He answers, deepening the kiss, quelling my inward worry that kissing him so boldly was wrong.
He stretches against me, his hard length rubbing against my leg. It has me wondering what he was dreaming about, but if I know, I won’t get the image out of my head while we resume our travels, which could prove problematic.
“Good morning, Tiger Lily,” he whispers, nipping my ear between his teeth.
“Fin,” I warn.
He presses his lips closer to my ear. “If you’re quiet…”
My brows knit together in wonder before the meaning of his words is realized. His hand slides down the front of my panties, inching toward my entrance.
I know I should stop him.
Even so, I open my legs wider, giving him more room to work as he slides his fingers inside me.
He captures my moan with a kiss. “Be quiet.”
I nod, trying my best to grip his hardness in my hand, but he pulls away from me. “Not yet.”
I can’t fathom a man who wants to please me while wanting nothing in return, but when he adds a third finger and crooks them upward, rubbing a very sensitive spot, I forget every worry I had before then.
“Fin. I can’t…” I manage, biting my fist to keep from screaming.
Removing his hand from my center, he leaves me wanton. He wafts it through the air, and the birdsong from beyond the tent silences.
“Now, you can scream all you like.” Resuming his taunting, his fingers slide back inside me, working me back into a wet, calamitous mess.
My hand searches for his length across the bed, needing to feel him, wanting to please him.
When his hips move forward, allowing me to touch him, I slide over his erection slowly. Teasing.
His answering hiss gives me life.
“Can I touch you? Under your clothes?” I ask, giving him the same respect he’d given me by asking.
“Please, Tiger Lily,” he grits out.
His fingers inside me have stopped moving, but I’m focused on him now. Not myself.
His sleep pants shove down quickly, and his thick cock springs out. My hand follows the veins as they throb beneath his silky skin. Finding the base, I wrap my hand around it, tugging upward and relishing in the bit of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
“Can I put my mouth on you?” I ask him, not wanting to push him too far, but to know what he tastes like.
“Your mouth?”
