by Mara Jacobs
She saw him look at both bedside tables, presumably for a lamp to see her better, but she’d removed them earlier, spreading books and papers from work around so that there was no obvious place where they’d been. He seemed to accept there’d be no more light shed upon her, and he looked at her once more. “God, but you’re a woman, Liz.”
Is that good? I guess it was better than being called a man, but… She guessed it was a compliment, but years of shopping in the “woman sizes” sections of department stores made the term stick in her throat.
He seemed to sense her hesitation. “I mean, all those soft curves…you’re so beautiful.”
The word she picked up on - soft - resonated in her ears while beautiful slid past.
Screw it. He wanted her, curves and all. Looking down and seeing his growing erection outlined by his khakis drove that point home. It also made her realize she stood near naked to his fully clothed. She stepped forward and set about evening the playing field.
She rapidly undid the buttons from his shirt and pulled it from his pants, eliciting a hiss from Finn as the material dragged across his penis. She didn’t care, she wanted to see his chest. She was a little more careful unzipping his pants and easing them down his lean hips. He stepped out of them and kicked the pants and his shoes off at the same time. He leaned down and stripped off his socks, and took Lizzie’s sandals from her feet. She took the moment to measure the man he’d become.
She wasn’t disappointed.
His was not a body created in a gym like the executives she knew. It wasn’t a body sculpted for physical greatness like the athletes she represented. It was a body honed from hard work, from lifting and piling and carrying. His back and shoulders, hunched over to administer to the straps of her sandals, were strong and broad, the muscles snaked across his bones and corded together at the base of his neck.
When he stood again, wearing only his boxers and a shit-eating grin that made her nipples tighten, she garnered a view of his sumptuous chest. Dark brown hair whorled across it, then trickled into a line which led down past his boxers. Needing to see where the line ended, as if looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, she pushed off his boxers and was rewarded with the sight of a fully aroused, pulsing erection.
She brushed the back of her hand against it and delighted in the whoosh of breath that left him. She turned her palm in and gently took him in her hand and began a slow stroke, reaching the entire length of his generous shaft, lingering at the velvety soft head and back down again.
Finn’s head was thrown back in enjoyment and Lizzie basked in his pleasure. She could feel him tensing and pulsing under her hand, hear his sharp breathing become more and more labored the faster she stroked. He suddenly seemed to realize there was a woman attached to the hand getting him off. His head sprung back, his eyes, heavy-lidded and a deeper blue than she remembered, gazed at her.
His hands went to her back, presumably to undo her bra and she sidestepped him, scooting onto the bed. She wanted to be lying down when she was naked for the first time. That way, if she kind of held her arms at her sides and arched her back a little, everything fell into place in the most flattering of ways.
The sudden loss of her hand from his dick, made Finn very aware of her movements, but didn’t seem to mind her move to the bed.
He lifted her legs which dangled down the side of the bed and followed them as he placed them in the center of the mattress, himself over her. He eased her legs apart to allow him room to kneel above her.
This was perfect. Exactly the position she wanted to be in. She reached around and undid the clasp of the bra herself. She slid the straps and cups from her slowly, holding them in front of her breasts, watching Finn’s eyes devour her. It would seem to him as if she was doing a slow striptease, or was bashful. The truth was, this way she could arrange her heavy breasts at their best vantage. She lost her train of thought when her hands brushed across her nipples and she let out a gasp, unaware they’d become so sensitive.
Finn watched every movement. As if he was determined to make that gasp come from her himself, he tore the bra from her hands. He saw the aching buds that had caused her gasp, and placed his hands on both her breasts, cupping their fullness, lifting, brushing his thumbs against her nipples. She gasped again, and a self-satisfied smile played on his mouth.
He slid from the bed and headed toward his pants. Finding them, he reached into the back pocket and threw a handful of condoms onto the bedside table. “So I don’t have to stop to find them later, when I’m not sure I’ll be able to function.” He got back on the bed, in the exact same position he had been before, right down to his hands fondling her breasts.
She smiled. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” She had started taking the pill four months ago, in expectation of becoming sexually active again this summer.
Always have a plan.
His hands stilled momentarily at her words, then began to caress her again. “Not good enough,” he said.
She thought about what his ex-wife Dana had done to him, the trust and faith he must have lost along the way, and only nodded her understanding. Besides, there were still STDs to think about. She knew she was clean, but didn’t want to tell Finn the way she knew that particular fact was that she hadn’t had sex in fifteen years. If he wore a condom, they could avoid that conversation altogether.
His hands skimmed down her waist and she closed her eyes in dread. To her delight, his hands only briefly lingered on her waist, lowering further. His hands stilled and she opened her eyes. He was watching the play of his deeply tanned hand against her lighter skinned hip and the shocking white of her panties. Three very distinct shades of color.
His other hand left her breast now as he slipped his fingers around the elastic waist and slid her panties over her hips, past her thighs and over her feet. He held them in his hand for a moment and Lizzie saw his gaze move from her panties to her body. A swallow of fear passed her throat as she envisioned his face scrunching up in disgust and saying something like, “I’m sorry, there’s someplace I need to be,” and scurrying for the door. Or worse, losing that glorious erection.
She’d be back to square one on her plan, but knew she’d never be able to try again after suffering another such humiliation. A lot was riding on this. She scoured his face for any sign of disgust and watched as his eyes narrowed and his mouth hardened. What did that mean?
He laid his hand on her mound and pressed lightly. “God, Liz, I can’t remember wanting a woman more in my entire life than I do right now.”
She knew it was the claiming of something he had been denied before and not an overwhelming desire for her body that he was feeling, but she didn’t care. She passed inspection! Granted, she was in the most conducive position and there was only the dim candlelight from across the room for him to see her by.
She’d take it.
She raised her arms along her sides, which, she knew pushed her boobs together in a rather pleasing way, and reached for him.
He fell on her, but caught his weight on his arms at the last moment. He settled in, rubbing his hard dick against her, making room for himself, her legs opened just wide enough to let him in, but close enough to keep contact with his hips and thighs.
She let out a soft sigh as the contact hit her. She looked up to see him staring down at her. Out of habit – out of necessity – she reached up and cupped his face in her hands, their eyes locking. They had been in this exact position many times before, but always with the barrier of several layers of clothes. To feel his rough hair against her breasts, along her belly, was exquisite.
To have such close physical contact with someone - anyone - again after so long, nearly made Lizzie weep. She knew she’d missed being touched, but she hadn’t realized how much she missed touching someone. It felt so good to have warm, pulsing skin beneath your palms. To feel crisp chest hair tangle in your fingertips.
He nuzzled her neck and collarbone, kissed below her ear and brought hi
s head back up again, her hands still gently cradling it. He looked at her eyes, pupils dilated with desire, and in a low voice, said, “Tell me what you want, Liz. Anything. I want to make you happy.”
The words seemed to shock them both. Did he know how unhappy she’d been? Could he tell this was her first time in fifteen years? Would she die of embarrassment if he called her on it?
He rolled his hips, giving her a taste of how he’d help her find happiness and said again, “Tell me what you want.”
It was an open invitation if she could find the guts to take it. What did she want from him? She wasn’t entirely sure, but didn’t think she could say something along the lines of “I want to know that I am sexually satisfying to a man, that I can come without the aid of a vibrator, that my body does not disgust you and that I can have fulfilling, mind-blowing sex. And oh yeah, then I’m going to go find someone else to have it with on a long term basis.”
Instead, she held his face close to hers and said, “Kiss me.”
It was a gentle kiss. At first. Her hands went from his face around his neck and nestled in his soft hair, which was getting shaggier as the summer went on. She kind of liked it that way, a little wild, like Finn himself. She twirled her fingers in the soft nest. His mouth grew more insistent and she met his need with her own. The kiss deepened. He softly nipped at her lower lip, she playfully sucked on his tongue.
The kiss went on and on, lazy and slow. His chest tight against her breasts, his hands roaming her body. It was the realization of his hands that made Lizzie break the kiss, catching her breath. She felt his hands moving over her hips and thighs, belly, they seemed to be everywhere at once, leaving a trail of tingling skin in their wake.
The kiss broken, he lifted his head from hers, raising himself up on his forearms, his hands leaving her body and resting at her face, gathering strands of her hair.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice was stronger now, gathering steam as their bodies were gathering tension, gathering desire.
She took her hands from his nape and held his face once more, but instead of bringing his mouth to hers, she guided his head down her neck to her breasts. She positioned him just where she wanted him and whispered, “Suck me.”
Why not. He’d asked what she wanted. Good girl and whore rivaled inside her and she knew she’d let the whore win tonight. It’d be a lot more fun.
He groaned his approval of her request and latched on to a nipple and began to suck. She nearly jumped off the bed. God, she had no idea her breasts were so sensitive. Had she ever known that? Her back arched, wanting to be closer, seeking the sweet heat that came from Finn’s mouth and shot directly to the core of her. So good. She’d merely meant this as a stop along the way, a bone to throw Finn, knowing he was such a breast man. She had no reason to suspect she would be the one writhing from pleasure.
But this was all part of it. Finding out what she liked, what her body wanted. And it wanted Finn to do these delicious things to her.
He seemed to pick up on her revelation and switched to her other breast as his hands massaged and pushed the two together. His tongue switched from nipple to nipple, wetting both, spending time at one, then the other, sucking one deep as he pinched its mate.
It was driving her to a frenzy and he knew it, seemed to anticipate her every whimper with the strong use of his tongue and mouth. After one particularly strong roll of her hips, begging him for something more, he raised his head and looked at her. “Tell me what you want.”
Lizzie thought about what she wanted most to say, what she wanted most to feel. Could she bring herself to ask for it? She took his head in her hands once more and led it away from her breasts, wet and glistening from his mouth. Past her tummy and hips, allowing Finn to place soft kisses as he went, down to her nest of curls. She was wet with desire, could see it herself. She watched Finn’s nostrils flare as he took in the scent of her. Waited for his reaction and silently sighed relief as he unselfconsciously licked his lips.
“Lick me.”
His tongue was on her before she had the words out. His hands spread her outer lips and he nuzzled his nose into her, teasing her clitoris from its hiding place. It didn’t need much coaxing, as if it knew what it was missing, and decided to join in the fun. She became engorged and throbbed, a perfect target for his seeking mouth.
Oh my, my battery-operated friend never did that! As his thumbs held her open wide, and his mouth coaxed and teased her nub, he slipped a finger inside her. She knew she was very slick. She also knew she was very tight, a fact that Finn learned on his own a few seconds later as he added another finger and nearly filled her up. As if he realized she would have to be very soft and relaxed to take him, he set about in all earnestness trying to make her come.
Not a hard task.
She was already on the brink from the deep kisses and the attention paid to her breasts. The stroking of his tongue on her tingling clit quickly brought her to fever pitch. His fingers inside her picked up a rhythm that his tongue matched. Lizzie held his head in her hands, her fingers interwoven through his hair, simultaneously pushing him away and pulling him closer as the physical sensations awakened her long dormant body.
This was not like those few times her senior year of college. There was no numbness now, no feeling of “is this all there is?”. Her body was finely tuned and nerve endings she never knew she had were singing at the top of their lungs.
She felt the tightening that comes just before the explosion, but it was nothing like she experienced alone, through her own ministrations, dreaming of a faceless, nameless man. This was real. And intense. And it was Finn’s mouth taking her there.
The tightening changed to a dead calm and she knew the she was headed over. Finn sensed it too, and clamped his lips down on her clit and sucked her deep into his mouth as his fingers swirled inside her, reaching up, trying to push her over.
Her body convulsed its sweet release. What normally lasted a few seconds when Lizzie was alone, what had never happened when she’d done it with a partner in college, went on and on with Finn.
He made sure of it.
His mouth played over her sensitive skin, lapping, sucking, as he added a third finger just as she was coming down, sending her spiraling up yet again. He held her hips in place with his other hand, her writhing and rolling taking her away from him more than he would allow. Finally...finally, he eased his fingers from her and gently kissed her clit goodbye and allowed her to gently fall back to earth, cradling her hips and buttocks, chin resting in her curls.
Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, and she felt him make his way back up her body, stopping at the same places he had on the way down. Her hips. Her belly. Her breasts. Her neck. Kissing each place with a tenderness he reacquired since his strong handling of her moments earlier. Leaving a trail of her own moistness on her skin with his mouth.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered once more into her neck.
Her arms skimmed down his back, squeezed his tight butt, reveling in its hardness, and swept to the front of him. She took his penis, throbbing now, pulsing with need. A need she understood, even thoughs hers had just been met. She reached over to the table, tore open a condom and rolled it onto him like the pro she in no way was. She guided his shaft to her opening and said, “Fuck me.”
He grabbed her hips and plunged himself inside her. She gasped, stilled. When he realized it wasn’t from pain, that, yes, she was very tight, but her long orgasm had made her wet and open to him, he began to pump into her.
His strokes were long and hard. Lizzie wrapped her arms around him, and instinctively drew her legs up and around his waist, drawing him deeper inside.
She felt so full, so…so….she didn’t want to think something schmaltzy like “complete” or “like a woman”, but that was what it felt like to have Finn Robbins deep inside her. Clutching her hips and burying his face in the crook of her shoulder as he gasped her name. She clenched her internal muscles causing him to groa
n and pump harder. She was thinking about what else she could do to please him during his turn when she felt the tension beginning to build in her again.
Surely not. She wasn’t going to have another orgasm? So soon? And with Finn inside her, not from having her clitoris rubbed or licked? The idea was so new to her she dismissed it, but it soon was back as the unmistakable feelings of spiraling were upon her. It hit her so unaware she bit into Finn’s shoulder. He didn’t even notice, so close to his own release.
Her shudders and spasms carried him over and he pumped quickly into her three more times then buried himself deep and spilled. Her orgasm milked him and the rolling of his hips was met with her own.
He lay on top of her for a long time, the weight of him welcomed by her arms wrapped around him, her calves slung over the back of his. After a while he got up and went out the door, kissing her on the nose as he left her. She heard the water in the bathroom run, figured he was disposing of the condom, and waited for him to return. When he did, he rolled her over to pull the covers free from under her, climbed in beside her and covered them both.
He spooned her from behind, his hand at first resting on her hip, then sliding down to her tummy in a movement similar to the one she did to herself every morning. She knew she should care, a little voice inside her was saying “his hand’s on your tummy, roll over, move the hand, put it on your boobs, something, anything, to distract him!” but she couldn’t find the energy to obey the voice. It faded away, its volume turned down.
Finn nuzzled her neck and they lay quietly, each deep in their own thoughts, each nearing sleep.
“You were definitely worth the wait, Elizabeth,” he whispered as they both drifted off.
Chapter Sixteen
Call Sybil
Lizzie brushed the side of her bed Finn had slept on and felt nothing but the cool sheets. She checked the alarm clock. Early, but not that early. Had he left to sneak back into the farmhouse before his kids woke up? Certainly understandable, but she was disappointed. She’d hoped for an encore performance this morning.