Flirting in Traffic

Finn’s gaze shot up from where it had been glued to her crotch.

“Stop teasing me, Esa,” he said in a hard tone.

“I wasn’t—”

“Take off those jeans. Now.”

Esa wasted no time in shoving the jeans down her hips and shimmying out of them. When she stood in front of him wearing just her bra and panties she saw that Finn was in the process of unfastening the rest of his own button flies. The glimpse of the thick pillar of his cock pressing tightly against the white cotton of his underwear made Esa reach hastily for her panties.

“No. Turn around to take them off,” Finn demanded.

Esa turned around slowly, not because she was trying to be seductive but because she wasn’t overly thrilled about him getting an eyeful of all her bountiful flesh. She paused in wide-eyed disbelief while in the process of pulling her silk panties over her bottom when she heard him groan behind her.

“God, you’re sexy, honey.”

Esa clenched her eyes shut, taken by surprise by the emotion that crashed through her at what she’d heard in his tone. She bent and drew her panties over her thighs. By the time she’d stepped out of them she’d gained a measure of control over her feelings.

She turned to face him with a newfound pride. That’s what the sound of the pure, raw desire in Finn’s deep voice had given her just now. She stood still while his gaze ran over her belly and hips, lingering between her thighs, scorching her in the process. When he just nodded once toward her chest, seemingly incapable of speaking for the moment, she unfastened her bra and slipped it off her shoulders.

“Come here,” he said hoarsely after a moment.

Chapter Fifteen

Esa walked toward him, her heart hammering loudly in her ears, pausing just inside his spread thighs. She made a little strangled sound of arousal when he put his hands on her waist and pulled her to him. She stared down at him in helpless desire as his blond head moved forward. His nose and lips almost skimmed the skin of her stomach…almost. He remained a fraction of an inch away from her as he moved his head over her and inhaled deeply.

“Finn,” she groaned, completely a prisoner of her desire at that moment.

“I love the way you smell,” he muttered, more to himself

than to her. He planted a single hot kiss on her bellybutton. Her abdominal muscles quivered in longing at the simple caress. Her fingers came up to tangle in his soft collar-length hair as he pressed his lips along her stomach and hips, tasting her occasionally with his agile tongue, taking love bites from her curving flesh. His hands lowered to explore her buttocks, shaping and molding her into his palms.

If another man had been doing it, Esa likely would have felt self-conscious about her body. But Finn’s warm, cherishing mouth and caressing hands made her feel so rich in her femininity, so soft, so beautiful.

When he scraped his teeth along a lower rib her nipples pulled unbearably tight. Before she knew what he was about he grabbed her wrists and pushed her hands toward her breasts.

“Hold them up for me,” he said, his light blue eyes gleaming silver in the dim light as he looked up at her.

She hesitated only a second before she gathered her breasts in her hands, cradling them from below. Her face tightened with mixed arousal and poignant emotion when he leaned forward and slipped an erect nipple between his lips.

He watched her for a moment as he drew on her breast so sweetly. She clamped her thighs together to still the ache he wrought. His tongue was a warm, abrasive lash one second, a sleek soothing glide the next. Her hands trembled around her breasts. She closed her eyes and moaned when he transferred his mouth to her other nipple and moved his hands to the backs of her thighs. He reached into the tight crevice, coaxing her to part for him.

“Ohhhh,” Esa cried out in helpless abandon when he slid a finger into her slit. He lifted his head a fraction of an inch from her glossy, erect nipple.

“You’re so wet,” he praised, his voice thick with lust.

Without consciously realizing she did it, Esa plumped her breasts in her hands, offering herself to him for further ravishment. He accepted her offer eagerly, dipping his head and drawing on her nipple with a steady, firm suction, palming her left buttock and lifting her flesh in order to make an easier passage for a second finger.

Esa’s eyes shot open when he worked the first well-lubricated finger through her labia and rubbed her moist, sensitive tissues. Moments later the simmering fire in her flesh flashed into a blinding explosion.

“Shhhh,” Finn whispered softly as his lips brushed against her temple. Esa blinked in disorientation. She was lying on her back on Finn’s bed and he leaned over her, still wearing his unfastened jeans. Her breath passed raggedly over her lips in the aftermath of her orgasm.

“Oh my God, that felt so good,” she mumbled as her hands rose to touch his beautiful golden body. She could feel his hard penis pressed against her thigh. It emanated heat, driving her wild. She reached for him.

But he thwarted her attempts by grabbing both her wrists and pushing them to the mattress above her head.

“What are you doing?” she asked, miffed at being denied the treat of caressing his lean, well-defined muscles gloved in thick, smooth skin or stroking his long, shapely cock.

“I’m tired of your teasing me all the time. I told you I was the boss here in bed.” Although his look was hard, his lips curved into a sexy grin. “And the boss says you have to keep your hands above your head.”