Husband Sit (Husband #1) (28 page)

“This
is where you beg me,” he said.

Gladly!

“Please
Finn, I’m begging you to make me come.”

“Slow
or fast?”

I
threw an arm over my eyes. “What? I don’t know.” For some reason I was
embarrassed, which was crazy considering the sexual exploration I’d been doing
with other men. But it felt so different with Finn—more intense, as if I wasn’t
sure whether I’d laugh or cry. And definitely more aroused. When that first
tentative nuzzle brushed my pussy I felt it all the way down to my toes and I
couldn’t help curling them up.

“Relax,”
he whispered against me, and even that made me tremble.

Then
I distinctly felt his tongue slide down over my clit and circle around it, and
my hand fell backwards off my eyes onto the bed as I sighed.
Fuck
. He
was good. In that moment I couldn’t remember anyone else, so I couldn’t
compare. There was just Finn and I and the soft hum of the air-conditioner
sliding cool air over my naked body as he licked me, slow and lingering at
times, and then more firmly.

And
I was lost.

It
felt
so
good I just wanted to live there, with his mouth permanently
fixed where it could create those incredible sensations. But the hot, worming pleasure
was building and behind closed eyelids, I completely abandoned myself to it,
not caring about anything, not even when my panting turned into little moans of
pleasure, or my fingers started clutching the sheet above my head.

I
wanted to say
Don’t stop
but the white-noise in my brain got in the way
and knew I had to trust him to know what to do. And he did, keeping on with the
same gliding movements of his tongue, growing firmer as I pushed my pussy up at
him. Then his large hands cupped my ass, holding me still so he could finish me
off, and the pressure of those fingers so close to my backdoor tingled up my
spine and spread across my breasts, tightening my nipples so much they ached.

It
all got too much for me to cope with and I was right on the edge, but he held
me there, his tongue big and slow, laving at times before he circled and probed
and teased. It was so intense, my world narrowed down to that tiny patch of
skin and the mind-blowing sensations he was creating there. I was lost inside
my own world of pleasure until his tongue suddenly went from firm to hard and a
mind-blowing slap of pleasure exploded inside me. I bucked up against him, and
then incredibly, it went on and on as he suckled on my clit. I moaned and
shuddered, feeling as though I was hollow and pleasure was being shaken around
my insides. It was the most insane feeling I’d ever experienced.

At
last I had to gasp, “
Stop! Stop it
.” And he did. But even then I kept
trembling and when he crawled over me to lie at my side and pull me into his
arms, I shuddered at the sensation of my thighs being pressed together. I shook
my head, pressing my cheek into his chest, not able to cope with whatever was
overwhelming me.

He
didn’t talk. He just held me, and I just breathed until finally several minutes
later I felt human enough to open my eyes. My body was settling down, but I
felt strangely vulnerable, as if my skin had been turned inside out and the
slightest touch might make me cry. I had to lick my lips several times before I
could get my dry mouth working. Even then, I wasn’t sure my brain would work
properly.

“Fuck,
Finn. Fucking hell.”

It
wasn’t my most articulate statement, but it covered what I needed to say.

He
wasn’t smug. He just let me snuggle against him again and I lay there listening
to his heart beating. I could feel his cock hard against my stomach, but he
made no move to do anything about his own pleasure.

Several
minutes later I managed to say, “What about you?”

“Plenty
of time,” he replied. “I’m enjoying this.”

I
might have dozed—I do that sometimes after an orgasm—but I woke with a start
when he was moving away and my hands instinctively clutched at him to keep him
closer.

He
settled back down beside me, and when I could make my mouth work I said,
“You’re not going anywhere, mister. I’m not finished with you.”

“Good.”
I heard the smile in his voice.

When
I could wake myself up properly I raised myself on an elbow to look at him, and
everything about him, from his golden muscles and bed hair to his sexy bedroom
eyes turned me on. I was lucky in triplicate to have such a gorgeous hunk of
man in love with me. But romance wasn’t my forte, so I said, “Forget about a
certificate. You can have a PhD for that piece of prac. I’ll be calling you Dr
Cunnilingus from now on.”

“Not
in front of my staff, okay?”

“Dr
C?”

He
shook his head smiling. “Sieu probably thinks I’m weird enough already.”

“Then
that makes two of us.”

His
smile got lopsided. “But...your kind of weird, right?”

He
was fishing for a compliment and I...just wasn’t good with them. I was more of
a blurter. So I said, “Let’s have sex.”

His
smile widened. “Definitely my kind of weird.” He reached over and pulled a
condom out of the bedside drawer, slipped it on, then grabbed my waist and slid
me across on top of him. “
All aboard...
”

That
made me giggle as I positioned myself over him and grabbed his cock to guide
it, getting a surprise when I realized my finger and thumb didn’t meet. Talk
about a stalk! I couldn’t help saying, “Can you deflate this a setting or two?
It’s too big.”

“Pardon?”
He grinned. “Can you say that again? Several times?”

“Your
love muscle
is over-pumped, mister.” I wriggled it. “That’ll happen if
you use steroids. What sort of exercises have you been doing in that gym?”

He
took his cock out of my hand and nudged it against my pussy, accidentally
brushing my clit and making me twitch in reaction. “You are seriously slippery
there, Missy.”

I
pointed at him. “Your fault.”

He
smirked, and a second later I felt that big cock head pop inside, stretching me
despite the relaxation and the aforementioned slipperiness.

I
held myself still. “Seriously. It’s bigger than it was.”

“Then
that would be your fault. You shouldn’t taste so sexy. Not to mention your
scent, or the way you wiggle when you’re excited.”

“Do
not.”

He
grabbed my hips and eased me down gently until I gasped, “Whoa! That’s docked.”
It had to be pressing against my rib cage, it was so far in. But dear God, the
sensations. I closed my eyes to capture them all, feeling the tingles and
clutches behind my nipples and across my whole lower body. My pussy was
stretched into what I imagined was a happy smile.

He
laughed at my delight and took his hands off me to put them back over his head,
the way I had while he’d been licking me. “Just do what you’re comfortable
with, honey.”

I
stared at him then, taking in that impressive upper torso all stretched out so
beautifully I just wanted to smear myself over it. But I was also thinking
about how much I loved it when he called me
honey
in that slightly rough
voice. It was so tender.
He
was so tender. And yet, he couldn’t have
been more masculine. The way he gazed up at me reeked of testosterone held
back, just waiting to be unleashed. Yet he was letting me do what I wanted.

That
made me feel safe. It also made me feel sexy and a little bit dominant as I
raised my haunches, feeling his cock slide down half-way before I lowered
myself, working him like a piston. Despite the recent orgasm, or perhaps
because of it, I felt tendrils of a new build-up tickling around inside me.

Finn
just watched me, his breath growing more ragged, his eyes growing darker and
sexier as he stared up at me, then his lips fell open and he shook his head, as
if he didn’t want it to stop.

One
of his hands came down and his thumb started stroking my clit as I rose and
fell. The slippery pressure on my already sensitized flesh brought it all back
fast, until I was gasping and panting and pumping and shuddering and crying out
like the blaspheming bitch that I am, “
Oh, God. Oh, God. Yes! Oh...
”
before I collapsed onto him in a puddle of limp, orgasmic bliss.

But
Finn wasn’t done. He rolled me onto my back and pushed up my knees so he could
have at me, and the pressure of him pushing into me so deep made my orgasm go
on for so long I thought I’d faint! Then finally, I felt him swell even fuller,
and my eyes widened as he slammed into me one last time and mashed his lips
against mine, muffling the groan that reverberated in his chest from somewhere
deep inside.

I
instinctively wrapped my arms around him and slid my legs down his hips, but I
could tell he was holding himself up so he wouldn’t crush the breath from me.

“Relax,”
I whispered in his ear.

“Okay.”
He rolled, pulling me with him until I was lying sprawled across his chest with
his cock still inside me. “Now you relax.”

I
was feeling particularly limp, but lifted my head to kiss him, and then I
looked down into his eyes. They were worried.

“What?”

“Did
I hurt you?”

“Since
when does an orgasm hurt?”
Well, maybe if you’re having your ass whipped at the
same time...

“I
wasn’t particularly...gentle. At the end.”

I
grinned. “Yeah, you had a whole jackhammer thing going...” But I trailed off
when I saw his frown deepen, “Teasing.” I kissed him again, more persuasively
this time, and he threaded his fingers into my damp hair and cupped my head,
tilting it so he could deepen the kiss and leave me in no doubt that there was
a whole lot of lust behind that love he kept professing.

When
I could pry myself away I said, “I’m okay with it.”

That
brought his frown back, and I cursed myself for making him think about other
men I’d fucked.

In
the end, he nodded. “I know. I just don’t want you getting the wrong idea about
me.” He rolled me onto my back so he could loom over me. “I’m not normally so...fierce
about it.”

“Does
it matter?”

“To
me, it does. I don’t want you thinking I’m rough with you because other men
have been.”

I
shook my head. “Seriously, this isn’t an issue. As long as no one gets hurt—permanently,”
I amended, “...then it’s all good.”

“Is
it?” He looked distinctly uncomfortable now.

I
rolled out from under him and sat on the side of the bed with my back to him,
pissed with him now that he was spoiling such awesome lovemaking. Behind me, I
heard him grab tissues and I assumed he was cleaning up the condom situation.
Then he sat behind me with my butt cradled between his legs. He wrapped his
arms around my shoulders and rested his cheek against the back of my head.

“I’m
jealous,” he said, and that put a whole different slant on the situation.

“Of
what? Who?”

“These
men. Jealous that they’ve had such memorable sex with you.”

“And
that wasn’t memorable? In what possible reality was that not memorable?”

He
was silent, and I realized that comparisons wouldn’t solve the issue. I
shouldn’t have told him that stuff in the first place. But there was no taking
it back. All I could do was be honest.

“I’m
in love with you Finn,” I said softly. “Albeit that I wish I wasn’t. And it
makes everything different. It makes sex different.”

“I
know that,” he said, and I wished he wasn’t behind me. I wished I could see his
face.

I
shook my head. “It isn’t about measuring the Richter scale of an orgasm or the
kinkiness of the props. It’s about how it makes me feel.”

“And
how does it make you feel?” he asked. “With me.”

“Good.”
Come on Jill. You can do better than that.
“Amazing. Liberated. As if I
could howl down the house and you wouldn’t care. Also, as if
I
wouldn’t
care what I did, as if there was nothing I could ever be embarrassed about with
you.”

His
cheek came off the back of my head. “Really?”

“Well,
farting.” I turned my head to talk to him over my shoulder. “There’s still
farting to be embarrassed about.”

He
kissed my hair.

“...but
apart from that, and possibly peeing in the middle of an orgasm—
that
would
be terrible—I can’t imagine anything I’d be embarrassed about with you. And
I’ve never felt that way with a man before.”

He
made a soft huffing sound. “Not even with Doug. After ten years?”

I
could have hassled him for bringing Doug into our conversation, but I could hear
insecurity in his voice, so I said, “I was always embarrassed about peeing too
loudly with Doug. For ten years I squirmed on the seat to get in the right
position, trying to make myself pee slowly so it wouldn’t make such a splash in
the ensuite toilet, in case he heard it from the bed.”