Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
A light tickle across the sole of my foot that almost makes me pull away, and then Finn’s hand begins to stroke over my ankle, my calf, my lower leg, always in those slow circles that seemed designed exactly to relax my muscles and to bewitch me. My head lolls against the tub behind me as he reaches my knee, then strokes up, up, up…
And up. My eyes fly open as his hand sweeps up across my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to touching me between my legs. The heat in my belly increases as I think of him reaching that spot, of the mitt inflaming my nerves. I watch him now, waiting and waiting, but the mitt always seems to stop just shy of giving me what I’m waiting for.
And then Finn gently lowers my foot back into the water and takes my other leg.
Now I know what this is – not a gentle romantic massage, but torture. Once again he begins from my foot and, just when I think that I might be starting to calm down, his mitt moves up to my thigh again, and sweeps closer, closer. Even the gentle motion of the water in the tub against my sensitive lips is starting to drive me wild, so focused as I am on every single sensation. Just a little closer – just one my sweep, and then he’ll –
Finn lets my foot go, and shifts again, closer to me, the mitt moving back up to my shoulders. I want to groan out loud. I want to shout something. He must know what he’s doing to me.
The mitt slowly works across my shoulders and down, over the notch between my collarbones, over my chest. And now I slowly begin to realize that there is one more place he might touch me – that he might…
And all my prayers are answered when Finn’s hand sweeps over my breasts, at first just circling the top of my flesh, then down, down, until finally, he rubs one by one over my nipples. By the time he’s done they are standing up at attention, so hard it almost hurts, and I’m panting for breath at the sensations elicited by those gentle rubbing motions.
When I look at Finn’s face, I see a smile curving his lips, and I know that he’s enjoying this. He’s playing with me – deliberately giving and then taking away, as his hand in the bath mitt begins to gently sweep over my stomach. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I anchor my head back against the tub again and let my legs drift further open, raising my hips, letting him know exactly where I want him to be. The bubbles have all but dispersed and I know he can see me through the water, see what I want him to take.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity of waiting, the mitt sweeps across the bottom of my stomach – then down again – then across my bikini area – and finally, finally, finally – he touches the most sensitive part of me, making me shudder with the first contact.
The circles become smaller and tighter, focusing in on the one part of me that seems to bring the most pleasure, sending streams of it flooding my mind, making me close my eyes and moan deep in my throat. I abandon all other thought, only able to focus on that sensation, his fingers deftly circling, again and again, the texture of the mitt providing even more friction than normal. I raise my hips until my body is thrust out of the water, and Finn removes the plug so the water begins to slowly drain away as he circles and circles and circles, driving me half out of my mind.
It doesn’t take long. The water hasn’t even finished draining before I find myself uttering a wordless cry and jerking my hips forward, the pleasure falling over me like a curtain that seems to envelop every part of me, coating me from head to toe. I twitch and throb under his hand until he stops, leaving me to ride out the last of the high, feeling it fill me with warmth and golden light.
And when I open my eyes and look at him, I know from his face that it’s not over. There’s more to come – and possibly the greatest pleasure yet.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Finn
I can’t wait any longer. And the most beautiful part of it is that I don’t have to.
I’m rock hard as I watch her twitch and writhe in the tub, the last of the water disappearing around her, leaving her glowing from within with a blissed out look on her face. I gave her that look, and I want to give her another.
And this time, I will take my own pleasure at the same time as I claim her. Now, I make her mine, irrefutably, leave my mark on her. Fill her with my seed, show her the final part of what I can give her. Pleasure, infinitely, and the possibility of more, of a family, of a life together.