He kissed along the crease where her leg met her hip and then into her inner thigh.
“Finn,” she gasped, lifting again to demand action. He laughed against her flesh and instead moved lower. Her stockings were held up by pretty garters and he caught the ribbon of them with his teeth, looking up at her as he tugged and loosened the bow. It fell away beneath her and he kissed the edge of the fabric. She twisted beneath him, hands fisting in the bedclothes. He pushed the stocking down, following the path with his lips. She had a hard edge to so much of her, developed as protection to a harsh world that had hurt her. But her skin was still silk. He tasted every inch, moving his lips over her knee, down her calf, against her ankle until he dropped the stocking over the edge of the bed.
He followed the same path back up her body, cupping the back of her now bare knee, kissing his way without any hurry. Then he shifted to her opposite leg.
“You are driving me mad,” she burst out, and sat up, reaching for her garter to rush him along.
He laughed and swatted her hands away. “That’s the point, my dear. And you will lie there and let me.”
Her lips pursed and he could see how much she wanted to argue. To retain control. If she pushed, he’d allow her to do so. But he hoped she wouldn’t. That shewouldlet him.
Their eyes held for a long moment and then she flopped back with an exasperated grunt and threw her arm over her eyes. “Fine. Do as you will.”
“Oh, very erotic,” he teased. “Let me see if I can make you say that in a much prettier way.”
He leaned in and licked her thigh, just above the garter, tracing the line of silk ribbon with wet heat.
“Fuck,” she gasped.
“No,” he said, and licked again. “The same thing you said before.”
“Do as you will,” she moaned. “Anything at all.”
His cock throbbed at her surrender and he untied the ribbon and kissed his way down her leg to remove that one, as well. As he discarded it, he rose up on his knees, looking down at her. She was naked now, spread out on his bed, eyes closed, breasts rising and falling with shallow breaths. And oh, God, how he wanted her.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her expression wasn’t teasing, though, it wasn’t playful or in control as it had been the other times they’d done this. There was something different about it.
“Anything, Finn,” she repeated, softer and with a waver. “Please.”
He nodded. He couldn’t deny her. He stripped out of his clothing, tossing each item off the bed without giving a damn where they landed or the shape they would be in later. She watched through a hooded glance, and he loved how she responded to him. The way she licked her lips like he was some treat.
When he was as naked as she was, he placed his hands on her thighs, widening her further as he lowered himself, rubbing his cheek on the tender flesh, drawing in a whiff of her desire for him. She smelled so good, he wanted to drown in that scent. He wanted to make it part of him.
He pressed his thumbs to the outer lips of her sex and she gasped and lifted to him. He spread her open and then licked her, gently at first, just tasting her, slipping along the line of her and enjoying how she moaned. He took his time, learning every part of her, tasting her desire increase, feeling her thighs quiver when he swirled his tongue around her clitoris. Oh, he wanted her to come. Yes, he did. But he wasn’t going to rush, no matter how mad she drove him.
So he didn’t. He took his time, teasing, edging her to the brink and then backing away from her clitoris. Over and over he built her heat then let her cool, and all the while he devoured her and reveled in her taste and the feel of her dripping against his chin. She was remarkable and wild and oh, so responsive as she rose with him, rocked with him.
She was shaking now, even when he backed away from her clitoris, her breath almost nonexistent. But the tension, at least the nonsexual type, had bled away from her.
At last he swept his tongue over her in earnest, stoking the flame of her pleasure instead of just teasing it. She rolled against him, her head thrashing against the pillows, and then she went stiff and he felt the waves of her pleasure against his tongue. Hedrew her through it, holding her hips tightly, never letting up the torment as she jerked beneath him.
It was only when she went weak that he relented. He sucked her one last time, then traced a path up the apex of her body, covering her for a kiss. She dug her fingers into his hair, stroking her tongue over his like she was savoring the flavor of her pleasure.
She locked one leg around his hip and his cock fell into place, notching against her sex like it was made to do so. He drew back, holding her gaze as he shifted his hips and took her slowly. Her sex still fluttered as he glided inside and dropped his head to her shoulder with a little moan of his own.
“Is it my turn to torment you?” she whispered, some of the wicked confidence back in her tone.
He laughed against her neck. “You torment me just by existing, Esme.” He drew back and thrust. “You haunt my dreams. I wake up sweating, hard as stone and wanting you.” Another thrust. “I touch you and I’m lost.” Another. “I want to learn all the ways to make you gasp and cry out.” Again. “You drive me mad and I never want it to stop.”
She lifted against him as he spoke, their bodies grinding with every thrust. Her pupils dilated every further, her fingers dug into his shoulders. He kept thrusting, slow and steady, wanting more of her, all of her. And she gave it, almost levitating off the bed as her already sensitive body fluttered with pleasure a second time.
The grip of her was almost too much. It streaked sensation up his cock, into his balls, through every nerve ending, across every inch of his body. He was, as he had said, lost to her. Lost to this. Lost to them. Normally that would have terrified him. He wasn’t a man who gave control with any more ease than she did, but with her it was impossible not to surrender. He rocked harder, faster, loving how her thighs gripped him, howshe moved with him like powerful ocean waves. They crashed against each other with growing intensity, their mouths meeting and clashing, tongues tangling until he couldn’t find where he ended and she began.
With a powerful burst of wild pleasure, he managed to withdraw and spent while her fingers tangled with his and they stroked his sensitive cock together. When he was finished, she lifted his hand, licking his fingers, whimpering with continued pleasure until he dropped down to kiss her and their legs and arms entwined in peace at last.
When he rolled on his back, she followed, half covering him, kissing his throat, tracing his chest with her fingers. He had no idea how long they lay like that, quiet in the dying firelight in his chamber, basking in the glow of sex and pleasure and connection. Not just physical, but deeper. He knew it was deeper. It didn’t even take him off guard anymore.
“You know I found my way into your ballroom when I was exploring your home earlier,” she said at last.
