Deep Surrendering: Episode Eleven (5 page)

“See?” Fin said, holding me close.

Rory ascended the stairs with a smile on her face, her eyes locked on the man waiting at the bottom for her. He held his hand out and she took it and I didn’t think I’d ever seen her so happy.

“Okay, okay,” I said, hiking up my dress a bit. “Stay here.” I trekked up the stairs again and then turned around and descended. Oh. Fin was right.

I watched his face as I walked down and he was… awestruck. Like he was seeing me in the dress again for the first time. I bit my lip as I got down to the last step and stood in front of Fin, looking up at him.

“Now wasn’t that worth it, love?” he said, stroking the side of my face.

“Totally,” I said as I took his arm and he led me to the bar so we could get a drink. I didn’t need one. I was drunk already. Drunk on being with the man I loved more than I could put into words. Drunk on the beautiful dress and the hair and Fin in his black tux. Happiness bubbled inside me and I wondered if it would always be like this. I hoped so.

We shared some drinks and had a few bites to eat and then it was time for dancing.

“I’m sure you’re good at this too, but I’m a little rusty, so go easy on me,” I said. He grabbed my hand and spun me around and then back into his arms.

“Never.” One of his arms went around my waist and the other clasped my hand. As if they’d timed it perfectly, the orchestra started up a new song and then I was gliding across the floor with Fin. I would never underestimate his ability to lead me around a dance floor. His steps never faltered and just being with him made me a better dancer.

“Wow,” I said, gazing up at him. His eyes were locked on my face.

“What?”

“Just… you. Everything. Us.” I loved saying the last word. Because now I knew it was real. No more questions or wondering if things were going to fall apart, or worrying that I wasn’t going to hear from him again. He was here and he was mine and I was his and I wanted to scream and cry and spin in circles.

“You are so unbelievably lovely. Tonight and every night.” Being with him made me feel beautiful. With Fin I felt like I was the very best version of myself. Strong and confident, but silly and young and just… happy.

“And you make me unbelievably happy.”

“Good,” he said, pulling me closer so my head rested against his chest. We slowed our movements until we were just slow dancing, swaying back and forth. “My goal in life is to make you happy and keep you that way.”

“Hey, that’s my goal,” I said. “Only in reverse. My goal is to make you happy and keep you that way.”

“It’s good that we have similar goals. It means we’re compatible.” In a lot of ways, we weren’t compatible. We were two very different people, but somehow together we made sense.

“Fin?” I asked, lifting my head up.

“Yes, Marisol.”

“Will you dip me?” He beamed and the next thing I knew I was looking at him from a different angle.

“You’re so good at everything,” I said before he pulled me upright again.

“The only thing I care about is being good at being with you.”

After dancing until my feet started to hurt, we mingled. Rory’s parents were here and they fussed over Fin, but they seemed happy when he introduced me as his girlfriend. Rory’s mother even gave me a hug and said if Fin couldn’t be with Rory, then I was her second choice. I took that as a compliment.

There was more drinking and I started feeling relaxed and warm. And turned on. That black tux was like a match to my libido and I knew by the end of the night I was going to be taking it off him. Or watching him take it off. Either way, he’d be taking it off and we’d see where things went from there.

Fin wouldn’t stop touching me. Of course he had to touch me when we were dancing, but he didn’t let go when we stopped. Either his hand was on my back, or my shoulder, or he was stroking my hair.

“Your very handsy this evening, Fin Herald. It’s making me think you’re having trouble keeping your rule.” He kept his face blank.

“Not at all. I just like having you near me.” His jaw twitched just the tiniest bit and I smiled to myself. But really, I was having my own little struggle. We were hopeless, he and I.

“I like that too. I’d like it even more if we could be nearer.” I slid my hand in his and pulled him away from the bar and toward the bathrooms. I’d investigated earlier and found that off the main room there were several others for different functions. They must hold a lot of weddings here because each room had a different feel and could accommodate quite a crowd.

“Marisol,” Fin said, a warning in his voice. But he didn’t stop me from dragging him into the library. I knew this was the perfect place when I found it earlier. It looked almost exactly like the library in “Beauty and the Beast”, with bookshelves covering the walls and balconies to reach the higher ones. I led him past several sitting areas to a large leather couch situated in front of a massive window. The curtains were closed tonight, so no one would see us. I’d carefully locked the door behind us, but there was still the possibility of someone walking in and that turned me on even more.

“Marisol,” Fin said again as I put both hands on his chest and pushed him backward until his legs hit the couch and he was forced to sit.

“Fin,” I said, matching his tone. “You know you want this. I want this. It’s silly to deny ourselves. I haven’t given you a proper welcome home and tonight it’s happening. We can go back to no sex tomorrow. But tonight, I can’t help myself.” I wanted to dive right on top of him, but I resisted. I was going to torture him just a tiny bit first. I turned slowly in a circle, letting him appreciate the view.

“Sloane really does know how to make a dress, doesn’t she?” I said, looking at him over my shoulder.

“I’m more interested in the woman inside the dress,” he said, leaning forward a little, hunger in his eyes. Oh, I had him now. I was intoxicated with the heady power of owning him. Fin might be a control freak, but right now, he was mine. I had the power.

Sloane was going to kill me for this, but I reached for the zipper and pulled it down and then pushed the dress down until it fell on the floor, pockets of air making the fabric flutter. She’d really done an impeccable job. But then I pushed the dress aside with my foot and stood in front of Fin in just my bra and panties. And my silver shoes. Before I could do anything else, Fin was on his feet. He seized my arms, hard.

“You are in so much trouble,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. I wasn’t afraid. I’d met this side of him before. I loved this side of him just as much as the flirty, silly guy who brought me breakfast this morning and shook his ass in my face.

“Am I? Are you going to punish me?” I felt so dirty saying those words and it was good. So good.

“Yes, I’m going to punish you,” he said, sliding his hand down my front and slipping it into my panties. Instantly, I had to reach out and steady myself. He stroked down my center and I thought I was going to combust from just that. It had been a while and I was already close to the edge.

I moaned and he stroked me again. He was barely doing anything and it was driving me wild. I probably should have sat on the couch, but it was too late now. He got down on his knees and slowly pulled my panties down and then helped me step out of them. I still had my bra on, but he hadn’t told me to take it off, so I left it on.

He looked up at me and I ran my fingers through his hair.

“I love you so much,” I said. That wasn’t part of our usual MO, but I didn’t care. Things were different now.

“I love you, my Marisol,” he said and then kissed me right below my bellybutton. He moved downward and soon I was clutching onto him so my legs didn’t buckle. My first climax was on me so hard and so fast that it caught both of us by surprise. My legs did give out, but he caught me before I slammed to the floor.

“I’ll always be here to break your fall,” he said smiling up at me.

“I’m counting on that,” I said. He got to his feet and picked me up, laying me out on the couch and then turning me so my legs were hanging off the edge. Pulling my legs apart, he resumed his former position and got back to work. He made me come two more times with his mouth before he stood up and started undressing.

“Fin?” I asked, but he didn’t answer me. Just kept taking everything off. He picked my legs up and slid me so I was laying lengthwise on the couch. He was completely and totally naked as he climbed on top of me.

“Face to face?” I asked.

“Face to face,” he said and then entered me with one hard thrust. Oh dear Jesus. That was the single most erotic thing he’d ever done.

I reached up and ran my hands up and down his chest. He didn’t stop me. I got bolder and pinched one of his nipples, causing him to groan. I wanted to do a fist pump of victory, but it wasn’t exactly possible at the moment. Fin didn’t hesitate as he pummeled into me and his eyes never left my face. All of a sudden, he smiled.

“What are you smiling for?” I asked and he slowed down, which made me bite my lip so I didn’t moan myself.

“I didn’t know it would be like this,” he said, pausing when he was completely inside me.

“Like what?” I asked.

“Like this.” I wasn’t sure what exactly he meant, but it didn’t matter. He was naked and I was touching him and we were face-to-face. It didn’t get better than this. It just didn’t.

“I know,” I said, pushing up so I could kiss him. He kissed me back and started up again, but so slow that I wanted to beg him to go faster. I was about to do so when he reached his hand down and touched me right above where we were connected and added a whole other element. I’d already come three times, but I was close again. It seemed the more I climaxed, the more my body wanted.

Fin, Fin, Fin.

My hands raced down his back and I wrapped my legs around him and thrust my hips upward so he got even deeper.

The smile had long vanished from his face and in its place was a look of sheer determination and concentration.

“On top,” he said, his voice rough.

“What?” I asked. I wasn’t sure I could even tell him my name at the moment. Everything in me was focused on what was happening below my waist.

“You on top,” he said before he leaned down and wrapped his arms around me. “Hold on.” Before I could ask why, he rolled us right off the couch and onto the floor. We landed on a plush carpet.

“Are you okay?” The impact had jarred me, but he’d taken the brunt of the fall on his back. Somehow, he was still inside me and now I was on top.

“Fine,” he said, even though I could tell he was hiding a grimace. He swirled his hips and then I wasn’t worried about being on the floor anymore.

“Oh God,” I moaned and he thrust into me even harder. Shit. I grabbed onto his shoulders and braced myself to start moving.

“You look fucking amazing right now,” he said. I felt amazing. Totally… wonderful. Now that I was the one doing a lot of the work, Fin had his hands free and he put them to good use. I climaxed and arched my back. I thought my brain was going to explode. For a moment I couldn’t even move or think or do anything.

“You’re trying to destroy me,” I said when I could move again. Tingles raced through me and I kept shuddering with little mini orgasms.

“Not if you destroy me first,” he said, thrusting upward again. I could tell he was close and I was determined to give him some of what he’d given me. I owed him a lot of orgasms.

I leaned down and gave him a searing kiss before I got back to work. I slowed my movements, making sure he felt every inch. I also alternated swirling my hips and rocking forward. I was pretty much losing my mind and so was he.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuucccckkkkkk,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut and then digging his fingers into my hips so I slammed down onto him. He came saying my name.

He was finally still and I was wrung out and still sparkling from the orgasms.

“That was…” I said, barely able to form words as I looked down at him.

“I know,” he said, running his hands through my hair.

“We need to do that at least once a day,” I said and he growled before yanking me down to kiss me hard.

“Just when I think I can’t possibly be any more attracted to you, you say things like that.”

I smiled and nipped his bottom lip.

“Sloane can never know about this. She’d kill me and then kill you, and I kind of like being alive, and I definitely like you being alive,” I said.

“I won’t breathe a word,” he said.