“Yeah.” He’s not looking at my face, though.
I push up on my arm and peer down at him. On a whim, I paste myself atop him. I wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss his jaw and chin and lips.
“You’re so strong. So wise, choosing to come here. I know there’s a path for you. A better path.” I whisper it between kisses. Then I feel him move beneath me, and his mouth joins mine. We’re kissing slow at first, then harder as his tongue delves into my mouth.
I run my fingers into his thick hair, tugging gently at the dark locks. When we break for breathing, I say, “You’re so strong. And you’re here. You made it to me.”
He kisses me so hard, I moan into his mouth. His arms lock around my back, and then he flips us. I’m on my back on the blankets now, and he’s above me. His gaze glows as it holds mine. Then he’s rocking back a bit.
He’s jerking my pants down…my panties down. He pulls a blanket over his shoulders and kisses softly down my belly. He stuffs a finger into me, and then another. I moan, and he licks me, clit to core. I feel his body tremble.
I grab at his neck, wanting his mouth on me. His fingers shove in deeper.
“Oh, is it like that?” he goads.” You think you’re in charge?”
I thrust my sex against his hand, tipping my head back. “Perhaps I am.” I grab at his hair. “I loathe…that I wasn’t there. Didn’t know you.” I gasp as his fingers pump. “Now I know you.”
The tip of his tongue circles my clit. He drags it wetly down between my lips as his thick fingers surge inside me.
“You think you know me?” He laps at my slit as his fingers thrust.
I tug his hair, and then I’m too lost to find words. I moan as his fingers push in and drag out; his hot mouth licks me to a frenzy. When I lose myself, I shout into the night. I open my eyes to find him on his knees. His face is hard, near angry. I can see his sex straining at his pants.
“Do you have a condom?” I murmur.
He stares at me. “You can’t fix me, Finley. If you met me anywhere but here, I
would have never touched you.”
My heart quickens. “That’s malarkey. You’d touch me because you wanted me. Because we’re meant to touch each other.” I lean up, rubbing at him where I know he’s aching for me. “And besides, I met you here.”
His jaw clenches. I rub up the hose of his shaft, drawing my thumb along his rim. “As it happens, I don’t think you’re broken or need fixing.” With my left hand, I explore the soft bulge down below his shaft, causing his thighs to tremble slightly. “If I knew you someplace else and couldn’t get you to see reason, I would chain you up out in the wilderness and keep you there.”
He barks a laugh—his surprised laugh. His hand grips my shoulder. “Think you’re strong enough for that?”
“I think your money can buy someone who is.”
He gives another rough laugh, but his hand moves from my shoulder to his forehead. He rubs at his temples even as he presses his stiff sex against my hand.
“You can’t do shit like that,” he rasps.
Like locking him up, I suppose he means. “Why not?”
“It’s illegal.”
“I don’t care what’s legal.”
I unbutton his fly. He grips my shoulder as I tug his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees. He groans as I stroke his bare sex.
“I would never let you hurt yourself.” I work his shaft the way I’ve learned he likes, and he breathes fast and heavy.
“You don’t have a choice,” he groans. “That’s why it’s fucking toxic.” I tease the notch there on the underside of his thick tip, and he makes a hoarse sound.
“You should lie back now.” Our eyes hold like magnets for a long moment. Then he eases down onto his back. He’s thick and hard and heavy, masculine perfection. I roll his heavy sac in one palm, work his long sex with the other.
“I’d figure you out. I know it.”
“Too much on you,” he breathes. “It’s too fucking much on anyone.”