A massage.
That was his secret weapon.
Closing my eyes, the tension I hadn’t admitted was present began to ease from my tightened body. Squeezing and rolling my muscles, Fin’s strong hands worked out knots of stress. My hums and noises of approval filled the air.
Fin’s attention went lower to my back and waist. He had me lulled into a state of semi-consciousness, when he tugged the waistband of my soft pants down. Cool air startled me.
“Fin?”
“Trust me.”
I wiggled, allowing him to fully remove the pajama pants and my panties, fully aware he had a bird’s eye view of my behind.
“Up on your knees.”
How much time has passed?
If I argued, I wouldn’t find out his plan. I had to admit that so far, his plan was working. With my curiosity piqued and my tension waning, I hugged the pillow and complied. A moan escaped my lips as those strong fingers that were massaging my flesh were skillfully eased between my folds.
“You’re wet.”
“Fin.”
“Trust me. A good orgasm is the best stress reliever.” He playfully swatted my raised ass. “Roll over, Vee. I’m going to give you the orgasm you need.”
“I-I…”
His hand again connected with my ass. This time with more of a sting.
“Ouch.”
“Roll over.”
The back of my head landed on the soft pillow as Fin spread my knees and buried his face in my pussy. There was no warming up—no easing into this. My hips bucked, and I screamed out as he nipped my clit and lapped my essence. Fire came to life within me, a smoldering ember that with the mere striking of his tongue and fingers ignited a raging blaze. Flares detonated throughout my nervous system as the kindling of my flesh singed from his searing touch.
“Fuck me, Fin,” I cried out, desperately pleading. I didn’t know how much time we had. I only knew one thing. I needed him inside me. I wanted his closeness, to feel his heart beating in his chest and to share the same breaths.
The mattress shifted as the sound of Fin’s zipper filled my body with anticipation. “Back on your knees, Vee.”
Scurrying to comply, I rolled, again hugging the soft pillow. While we weren’t face-to-face, the scandalous nature of our rendezvous came back to me as Fin pierced me, thrusting deep inside my wet core, stretching me to a delicious sense of fullness.
“Vee, this is going to be fast.” His warm breath was on my neck. “Don’t hold it against me.”
“You said Garcia wanted you to be faster in the pocket. Consider this practice.”
His baritone laugh filled the air.
Fin’s hands roamed beneath my tank top until he seized my hips, pumping faster and faster. Our labored breaths combined with moans and whimpers echoed throughout the suite. It was as his hand lowered to my clit that my entire body exploded, a series of detonations, from my scalp to my toes. I fell to the bed, my knees giving out with Fin over the top of me.
His lips came to my cheek with butterfly kisses. “I didn’t come here for sex. I truly came here to relieve the stress I could hear in your voice.”
I craned my neck. “You did it.” My eyes opened wide. “What time is it?”
Fin shifted, breaking our union. “It’s 10:54.” His smile radiated in his loving gaze. “If I get reprimanded, I’ll have to confess.”
“You will do no such thing. I promised Tilson our relationship wouldn’t affect our working together.”
Fin stood, pulling up his boxer shorts and pants.
