The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Chapter 253: I LOVE YOU, TOO.

Abigail

His release was warm and thick on my fingers, coating my hand in sticky ropes that clung to my skin and burned against my palm like a brand.

I gazed up at Finnegan with heavy-lidded eyes and my pussy thrummed between my thighs. A soft needy moan slipped from my lips as I brought my hand to my mouth and extended my tongue and tasted him for the first time in weeks.

Oh God, yes, it had been so long. The taste of him made my own arousal spike and made my empty pussy clench.

I licked slowly and lapped every drop while I kept my other hand wrapped around his still-hard cock and stroked him lazily to coax out the last few beads that pearled at his slit.

He was still hard and throbbing in my grip.

"Mmm." He twitched against my palm. "You taste so good, baby. So thick and hot. I could drink you every day, Finnegan. I want to feel you flooding my throat next time." Finnegan’s powerful body shuddered against me and a low groan rolled from deep in his chest like thunder.

His green eyes were dark and tender all at once and made my heart ache even as my body burned.

"I just wanted to give you a break," he rasped, his voice rough. His hand came up to cup my jaw and his thumb brushed my lower lip where his release still glistened.

"You’ve been through so much. I didn’t want to push you or be another demand on your body while you were still recovering." I smiled and licked the last traces of him from my palm with my tongue darting between my fingers to catch every salty remnant.

"I’m fine, Finnegan. I’m serious. I could climb Everest right now."

"Please don’t." He groaned softly and dropped his lips to my ear. "Are you wet, baby?"

Jesus. Yes.

"Why don’t you find out?" His hand slid down my body and pushed into the waistband of my shorts and past the soaked cotton of my panties.

His fingers found my pussy instantly, all swollen and soaked and aching.

"Fuck," he breathed.

"You’re dripping for me, baby. Is this all for me? Did making me come get you this soaked?" I moaned and my hips rolled involuntarily into his touch and sought more pressure.

"Feel how much I need you. Two weeks of nothing, come on. Have mercy on a girl. I’m empty, Finnegan. I need you to fill me." He pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning and stretched me deliciously and I gasped and clutched his shoulders as he pumped them slowly with his thumb grazing my clit on every thrust.

His mouth crashed against mine and in one fluid motion he scooped me up gently and carried me bridal-style out of the study. I wrapped my arms around his neck with my shorts still half-off and my heart soaring.

Finally, I thought. Finally. He carried me down the hall to his bedroom with every step jostling me against his chest and making my body ache with anticipation.

He laid me on the bed gently and gazed down at me with his green eyes shining with something so warm and deep it made my chest tighten before he stripped my shorts and panties off in one smooth motion.

The cool air hit my skin and made me shiver. I was bare before him now with my legs spread shamelessly and my pussy glistening.

Finnegan dropped to his knees between my legs like a worshipper before an altar. He hooked my thighs over his broad shoulders and his stubble rasped against my sensitive inner thighs while his eyes stayed locked on me.

"Look at this pretty pussy," he murmured with his breath hot against my wet folds.

"So pink and swollen for me. So fucking wet, you’re glistening, love." He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly from my entrance to my clit in one long stroke and groaned as my taste flooded his mouth.

I cried out and my back arched off the bed and my fingers tangled in the sheets. He ate me with long slow licks that flattened his tongue against my slit before circling my clit with the pointed tip and sucking gently and then he pushed his tongue inside me and I saw heaven.

Every stroke was hot and loving and possessive and he alternated between fluttering his tongue rapidly against my clit and broad flat licks that covered my entire pussy from my aching entrance to the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top.

My hips rocked against his face shamelessly. "You taste so fucking good," he groaned against my folds and the vibration made me shiver and my thighs trembled around his head.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and rode his face without a shred of restraint.

"Yes, right there, right fucking there, god, Finn!" He growled in approval and sucked my clit hard into his mouth before sliding two fingers back inside me.

The pleasure built fast and intense and coiled tight in my belly while my thighs trembled violently around his head and my toes curled.

"That’s it, baby," he murmured between licks with his voice muffled against me.

"Come for me, my heart. There’s my good girl, come for me, love." It shattered me. A wail tore from my throat and my thighs clamped around his head as my orgasm crashed through me in violent waves.

My pussy clenched around his fingers rhythmically as he kept licking and sucking and drawing it out and prolonging the ecstasy until I was sobbing and shaking and a trembling mess against the sheets.

He pressed soft kisses to my oversensitive clit and my inner thighs and my hip bones and when I finally went slack and boneless he climbed up the bed and pulled me into his chest.

He kissed my forehead and my cheeks and my lips and let me taste myself on him.

"I love you," he whispered as my eyes drifted shut and my heart was so full it could burst.

"So fucking much. You’re my everything, Abigail. My heart, my home, my whole goddamn world." I smiled sleepily against his chest and listened to the steady thump of his heart and breathed him in.

"I love you too," I murmured, already drifting into the warmth and safety of his arms.

Everything was almost perfect. Until the clock struck one in the morning.