Page 46 of Claiming His Wife
Emboldened, her fingers trailed every ridge until it led to the place it was barred from. She flicked her hand against the dusty trail of hair and enjoyed the way he held himself in place, as if one movement was going to cost him dearly.
Finn swept her hands away when he could no longer stand the teasing fingers. He tugged at her blouse and helped her discard her clothing, piece by piece, until they were scattered around the room. He then indulged his every fantasy. He looked over her with such intensity and for so long that she lifted her hands to hide, becoming self-conscious.
“Please don't, I want to see you. I've had dreams of this moment for so long. Far too long." With those words barely past his lips, he ravished her. She barely had a second to breathe before his lips covered hers and turned her into something wild. Even in her surprise, she didn’t stop the kiss; she rode it as Finn plundered her mouth. Strong arms pulled her closer, and he settled between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around waist and pressed her core into his groin and moaned into his mouth when she felt his erection. His hands roamed until they tangled in her hair; his grip tightened almost to the point of pain but she rode on the waves of so much pleasure that the discomfort paled in comparison.
She arched up to him, pressing herself against him, hoping to alleviate some of the need that was building up.
Finn tore his mouth away and gasped as she continued to writhe against him; even through his clothing he felt her heat. But he pulled away. He had to visit her breasts; pert, beautiful, and poking insistently into his chest. He flicked a nipple with the flat tip of his tongue, and she moaned. A feverish sound that filled the room.
"So responsive." His husky voice grated on her senses. His finger drew concentric circles that got closer and closer to that spot but not quite. "I wonder what happens when I do this," he mused then bent and sucked her most sensitive nub.
Kalilah almost arched off the bed, her body buffeted by a hunger she was only beginning to learn the depths of. His roaming hand reached the junction between her thighs and she held her breath – wondering, waiting.
He made her wait for it. One beat, two heartbeats later, he delved in. Her heightened anticipation was her undoing. His fingers had barely brushed her secret place when a hot warmth mingled with a drunken daze, sweeping her from the very top of her head to the tips of her toes, clouding her vision. Her body vibrated and her voice, it was stolen from her or she would have screamed.
Kalilah panted through the onslaught.
“I need more!" She still had an ache that had become even more urgent.
Finn held her as she lost her senses, enjoying the way her legs had tightened around his hips, the way her body had arched, the dusky smooth expanse of skin that demanded kisses and worship.
She came back down to Earth, and he was pleased that she still wanted more, that she still wanted him. Her hands delved lower and tugged at his belt, and this time he didn’t tell her no. He left the bed briefly to dispose of the troublesome clothing and returned, his warm flesh rubbing against hers.
His body surrounded her, and when he reached between her thighs, Kalilah parted her legs in acquiescence and he crawled between them.
She followed the trail of her fingers and delved even lower until she got a good look at his member and swallowed. She wondered how it would fit inside her tiny body.
“Second thoughts?” She looked up to catch his worried gaze.
“No,” she answered with certainty.
“Good.” There was no more room for further words. He leaned forward to capture her lips with his. His fingers returned to tracing her wet slit, with the occasional bump against her clit.
He removed his moist fingers from her body, positioned his manhood at her opening, and plunged in. The pain from that intrusion was instantaneous. It was more than a sting. It was more like pulling of a bandage dressing but much more visceral, much deeper.
She yelped. The feeling of having him inside of her was foreign.
All movement stalled and she knew her secret was no longer one.
“Kalilah, you're still...”
“Yes,” she breathed. What kind of loser still had their virginity at twenty-five? She wanted to hide from the sheer embarrassment of it all, but she wanted him so badly. Her desire overpowered her humiliation.
“We can't do this.” He tried to pull away, but she tightened her legs around him, trapping him between her thighs. Her hand trailing down to what she wanted – and by God she was going to have it. All of it.
“Please, Finn, I'm sure. Don't make me wait any longer." She didn’t want to beg, but she would if she had to.
He needed no further encouragement, he relented and entered her again slowly, giving her time to adjust this time. He held his breath, his control impeccable, and her eyes were focused on his, reading every naked emotion as if he was an open book. He didn't give her much time to settle before he was sliding out of her and then back in. The pain she’d felt earlier was replaced by unbridled pleasure. She moaned. A long breath, which threatened to empty her of oxygen and thoughts, escaped her lips with each stroke, barely allowing her to relax and luxuriate in each new pleasure.
Wave after wave until she was pushing against him, hungering for that long glide of smooth flesh and the coming pleasure that threatened to undo her.
Her body clenched and then released him in a warm, wet hold of tight muscle; he was losing control fast, too fast.
It hit her with the force of a speeding train, her body arched involuntarily as she screamed his name.
He had only one glance to appreciate the picture she made, eyes wild, body arched, eyes glazed with desire, legs tight and nails dug deep into his back. He did not feel it; he only felt the heat of her wet warmth squeezing him. Two more thrusts, and he descended into blackness, calling her name.
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