Elizabeth Finn - Unforgiven

“I won’t hurt you. Tell me to stop and I will. But if you relax and let me go deeper, you won’t regret it.” She nodded, and he did too. He licked his lips, and when he leaned to her mouth and kissed her, he moaned into her mouth. He pushed his tongue past her lips, and she closed her eyes. She knew his kiss. It had been years since she’d felt his tongue in her mouth, tasting, exploring, and licking every ounce of her mouth, but she remembered it as if it was yesterday. His middle finger pushed farther as his tongue ran over hers, and his lips stifled the cry she couldn’t contain. It was a good cry, though, and he knew it. He was sliding his long, masculine finger deep into her bottom, slowly pushing and slipping through the wetness to her depths, and all she could do was whimper into his mouth.

He licked and kissed as his finger started pulling and pushing, over and over, and she relaxed to the sensation. She loved it. It was an intimacy she needed him to have, and when he pulled back from her mouth, it was to watch her as his finger thrust. He studied her reaction to his invasion, and every time she gasped and whimpered, she could feel his cock flexing and twitching against her stomach.

His thumb stroked over her clitoris, swirling around it, and the ecstasy pulsed through her core, but when his thumb passed down over her clit and then found her entry, pushing gently inside her vagina, she stilled and clenched tight. The fullness was staggering for a moment, and she didn’t know how to make her muscles relax. He lowered himself back down between her legs. “Sit up. Watch me.” She pushed herself back up to sit. “Now relax.” He moved his fingers slightly, gently pulsing them inside her, but not thrusting. He was waiting for her to relax, and as she watched his fingers and watched him studying what he was doing to her, the wetness built again, and she relaxed around him. “There you go.”

He leaned to her, latching to her clit again, and as he sucked, lashed, and licked her into a state of insanity, he started thrusting again. At first the movement was slow, but it built slowly to an intensity she wasn’t sure she could handle. He slipped easily into her, his middle finger still plunging into her bottom as his thumb plunged into her pussy. The trembles returned, and she was gasping as though she might pass out at any moment, but she watched. She watched his eyes, and he refused to look away from her, and then with one powerful push of his tongue up against her clit, she came.

She cried out loudly, and her feet slipped off the rail again as she fell back onto the bed. His fingers still invaded, but the speed was slowing, and then it stilled. He slipped slowly from her, leaving her feeling empty and hollow, but it didn’t last. He pushed her thighs back with his hands as he kissed her passionately again, licking around the still tight nub of her clit, and then he stood, leaning over her body and back to her mouth. But he didn’t kiss her this time. His mouth touched hers, and he spoke, letting the vibration tingle an incredible caress across her lips.

“You’re so delicious. Taste my lips.” She did. She licked along his lower lip as he breathed into her mouth, and she tasted the subtle musky flavor of her own body. When she pulled his top lip between hers, he groaned, and she sucked. She could still feel his hard length against her stomach, and she shuddered as it touched her skin.

She released his lip, and he chuckled as he looked down at her. He looked so much like her Darren she almost cried. He smiled gently, seductively, and he either could feel no pain from her or he simply wasn’t willing to let it touch him. But he was there, smiling, enticing, and toying with her. It took nothing but the glint in his eye, the arc of his brow as he waited for her response. She nodded like an idiot. Her brain was saying I love you over and over again as she stared at him. But her mouth wasn’t working, and even if it would, she couldn’t say that to him. She didn’t have a clue what to do, and so she stared, she nodded, she gulped down air, and she just plain tried not to fall apart in front of the man she loved and whom she was going to leave in the morning to save them both.

Deciding to make love to her and agreeing on it didn’t make it any easier to take that step. He loved what they’d just done. He loved it because it was her, and she was everything. She consumed him in the best possible ways and in the worst. Right now, it was all about the best of her, the best of him. He’d wanted to make love to her for as long as he could recall. It was literally always there in his mind. The desire, the need, and in many ways, the understanding that they would. They had to. It wasn’t possible not to. They were just fucking supposed to.

She was lying next to him on her side, watching him as he watched her. They did a lot of watching. They always had. They liked to look, study, stare . . . hell, even glare—a lot lately especially, though it hadn’t always been that way. But it didn’t really matter how they looked, just that they looked, constantly, incessantly, obsessively.

He loved her lips. They were angelic, sweet, delicious. He hadn’t kissed her until tonight, and he suddenly had no idea why he wouldn’t have before. He’d eaten her pussy, she’d sucked him off, he’d toyed and played with her, and yet, he’d withheld it. He wasn’t even sure if it had been intentional or not. But it was subconsciously cruel if nothing else. Now he couldn’t stop. He leaned to her mouth, he licked her lips the way she’d licked his, and he slipped his tongue between them. She tasted of very faint beer, and for a moment his brain almost went somewhere he didn’t want it to. She’d never been a drunk, not ever, regardless of what her graffiti-covered home had said, but that alone reminded him of something. He buried it as he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth.

He focused on the memories of where his fingers had gone shortly before. The sudden tension that was trying to set in slipped to the background of his mind, and he could focus again. She looked nervous when he finally released her lips, but he wasn’t. Or maybe he was, but he was so ready for this, he didn’t give a shit about his nerves. “Why do you look so frightened?”

“I suppose because I’m terrified.” She smiled shyly, and he smiled broadly. He liked this. He’d always enjoyed toying with her and knowing how she’d respond. She always responded. He always responded.

“I want you on top of me.” He said it seriously and calmly, but his cock was flexing at nothing more than the idea. He wanted to make sure she felt comfortable. He wanted her to be in control, or at the very least to feel in control. He wasn’t one to let a woman lead, but he’d let her do whatever she needed to feel secure. He just needed to be inside her.

“Right now?” She suddenly looked petrified.

“Yes.” He rolled to his back, looking over at her and winking. He was still hard as hell, so yes, right fucking now for sure. “Come here.”

She pushed herself up on her elbow, and her eyes traveled down to his groin. She inhaled deeply. “It’s been a really long time.”

His guts clenched at her vulnerability, and he reached for her cheek, pulling her mouth to his. He didn’t stop there. He snaked a hand between her legs, and he pulled her top leg across his body and lifted her to straddle his hips. He pulled her lips back to his, but he didn’t kiss. He spoke. “I know. Time to get back on the horse.” He smirked, and she smiled . . . finally. “Do you want this?” She nodded. “Okay then, up on your knees.” She pushed up to kneel over him, and he looked down to her small, pale lips. His cock was jutting up on his stomach, and he held it up from his body as he stroked the head through her wetness. She trembled as he touched her clit, and once he was covered in her cum, he nudged at her entry. “Push down. Slow.”

She pushed back down toward his lap, and he could feel his cock popping past her entry. He felt her warmth parting around him, but the tightness was intense as she sank lower and lower. Her eyes bulged at the pain, and her lips parted in a silent cry. He stilled her with his hands on her hips. She looked at him, and he sat up to face her. She was still hovering. She’d only managed to take half of his length, and her face looked shocked.

“Slow down.” He whispered it in her ear, and she dropped her forehead to his shoulder and nuzzled against him. She might be wet, but she was so incredibly tight. He was so incredibly aroused he was struggling to keep himself from driving up into her. He lifted her hips, almost completely leaving her body, and then he gently eased her back down his length, sinking farther. He paused, letting her adjust, and then he pulled her down again. She grunted as he pushed deeper, and after he paused again, he lifted her slightly. Every time he sank farther, she groaned, and he did too, and when he pushed the last final inch, he kissed her. She was sitting on his balls, and he was two seconds from losing his mind.

He pulled his mouth from hers, holding her face inches from his with a hand to each cheek, and he froze, panting. She was the center of his universe whether he wanted her to be or not, and at the moment, he so completely wanted her to be. He’d needed this, he’d dreamed of it, fantasized about it, obsessed about making love to her, and he was buried balls-deep inside the only woman he’d ever been so completely in love with. He wasn’t sure he could even handle the notion of it. They were back to staring, panting, frozen in shock at what they were doing, and his body was pulsing with a shiver that didn’t end.

She moved first, tightening her pussy around him. He didn’t know if it was inadvertent or completely intentional, and his dick didn’t give a shit. He groaned, letting his head fall back. She kissed the base of his neck, finishing it with a flick of her tongue. “Tighten on me again. Just like that.” She responded, clamping down tight, and when she let up again, he sank back to her bed.

She looked stunning as he looked up at her. He held still and she did too. His eyes studied every inch of her skin. Her breasts were so supple now, yet her nipples were still small and petite, pink and tight. He followed her body down. Her waist was such an incredible sight. Her stomach muscles were tight and her waist small. He wondered just how far up into her gut he was seated at the moment, and as her sheath trembled around him, he about lost it.

He clenched his butt cheeks, driving deeper into her, and she gasped, doubling over toward him. He grabbed her hands, pinning them above his head, and as he met her eyes again, she bit her lower lip. “Ready?” She nodded, and he clenched his buttocks, driving in again. She cried out, and he stilled for a moment. He pulled back and then drove in deep again. She was pinned on top of him, and he was using his hips and his ass to fuck her. So much for giving her control.

He could feel her nipples brushing through his chest hair, and her attention stayed on him as he pounded up into her body. He watched, looking for pain, looking for her threshold, looking for anything at all that said he was pushing it too far for her. She just watched. She breathed erratically, and he occasionally lunged for her lips, pulling one into his mouth, clamping down gently and then releasing her.

When he rolled over, taking his place above her, he ground hard into her before he pulled out completely. She looked shocked and then disappointed. He understood that. He already missed that wet, hot silk on his skin. He loved how wet she could get when he touched her. He also loved how tight she felt around him. Her legs were spread wide with her knees up. He pushed them farther, and he invaded her again. This time he moved tightly but easily to her core, and when she wrapped her legs around him, clinging to his body, he started thrusting.

It didn’t take long for the pace to quicken to a nearly violent speed. As he thrust, her hips were lifted from the bed. She was clutching his shoulders, and he was biting into hers. She spasmed around him, and he pushed as deep as he could over and over. When she came, he pulled back, watching the pleasure course through her veins. He could almost see it traveling under her skin. Her body wriggled and writhed as one pulse after another left her stomach muscles twitching and clenching. Fuck, she looked stunning.

He fell apart then, pushing one final deep stroke to her center and holding it as he came. Every muscle in his body was rigid as he spent his seed inside her body. He’d never in his life made love without protection, and he couldn’t imagine it any other way with her. He wanted her to feel his cum inside her, dripping from her body. He wanted her to be constantly reminded of where he belonged—not to mention how much he belonged to her too.