All I could see in the photo was the swell of tits spilling out of her bikini top.
No matter how I increased or minimized it, that’s the view I got. Her sun-kissed face, beach-combed hair, lips that looked puffy from kissing and her tits. Fine, the sun was highlighting her too, but I refused to look away from her to give it further thought. With a #Barbados, I spent hours forcing myself not to buy a flight and fuck her into the sand.
All thoughts that this might be a bad idea fled my system when I found Finn suffering.
In her texts and the few hours I’d gotten to spend with her, I would describe her as indestructible.
But covered in sweat, working herself harder than looked pleasurable and squeezing her eyes shut, Finn was vulnerable and in need.
Her pain was a serrated knife to my gut and when she started to cry, I realized that there are times in a man’s life when he is helpless and times where he needs to step up and protect. To have care. Comfort his woman. And while I was nothing more than a stranger to her now, by the time the sun set, I wouldn’t be. By then, we would have memorized each other and neither of us would recall a life before this.
Coming into the dim light and to the right side of the bed, I knew I’d have to work quickly. Covering her mouth with both hands, I watch her eyes fly open as her body prepares to fight. “Finn,” I say firmly. “Calm yourself, it’s only me.”
The smell of her arousal was so potent I found myself light-headed. I loved the feeling so much, I inhaled deeply taking her scent inside of me.
When she settles some, I knew she was waiting for her chance to strike. Pinning her arms above her head, I promise her, “I’m not here to hurt you.”
Breathing hard through her nose, I notice her eyes are glazed with lust and pain. “I’ve come to ease you.”
“You can’t,” she whimpers.
“I can,” I whisper leaning in to kiss her salty lips. “Let me.”
“Nix please don’t, I can’t take anymore.”
“I’ll make you come with only my tongue and my hands, I swear this to you.”
I've never done this to a woman before but she didn't need to know that. I'd spend all night between her legs if that's what it takes. I have never wanted anything as badly as I wanted to taste her right now.
“But what about you?”
Taking the pressure off her wrists, I sink my fingers into her hair, use my grip to gently raise her up where I slide my tongue into her mouth. Her moan was so deep and agonized, I broke the connection to promise her, “You ease me just by breathing.”
“It hurts,” she whispers.
“Watch me,” I say, backing away and coming to the end of the bed, I slowly undress down to my briefs. Crawling up and between her thighs, I love that her eyes never leave my face. I love that despite being in pain, she’s curious and trusting me to care for her. Lifting her foot, I squeeze her heel before moving on to her ankle, then calf and finally thigh. I repeat the gesture on the other leg and then settle myself between them. “Welcome me home, Finn. I want a proper introduction to my pussy before I feast on it.”
Her hesitation was punishable with a bite to her inner thigh. Nearly coming off the bed she screams out, “Fuck!” but spreads herself wide open, generously for me. She was soaked, glistening and I took a moment to stare before blowing on her sensitized skin. I hadn’t even touched her yet and she was about to go off. Men like me spend their lives searching for power. Often times we earn it, most times we acquire it. But it’s never given.
The power I had over Finn’s perfect body was extreme, I feared hurting her.
Using two fingers to rub her clit, when she moans deep, I stop all movement reminding her, “Eyes on me, always.”
When she locked on, I rewarded her by pulling out and sucking both wet fingers into my mouth.
Moaning at her taste, I ask Finn to, “Open your mouth.” When she does, I slide my fingers inside and command she, “Suck.”
This was hands down the most erotic, defining moment of my life and I hadn’t even made her come yet. Ready to get to it, I take my hand back and proceed to open up her flower before leaning down to taste her nectar.
Loving the way she responded, I continued licking her, sucking her, fingering her and pushing her beyond reason. This woman, she needed me. She was relying on me. Fuck, even the fact that she trusted me…
Finn went from moaning to crying out, “Suck on my clit, Nix, please…” and I could deny her no longer.
Doing exactly that, she clamped her strong thighs around me and absolutely wailed her release so beautifully, I swore I’d found a glimpse of heaven in her eyes. Still not stopping, I lapped her up, pulled a leg over each shoulder determined to make her come again. The second orgasm wasn’t as loud but she went liquid and gripped the sheets as it washed over her. Finn was…serene.
On a high so intense, I flipped her onto her stomach, titled her ass in the air and ate her from the back so good, that when she came a third time she literally passed out.
For thirty minutes, I lie there transfixed by her little snore. For the first time in my life, I was proud of myself. I had done something selfless. Of course, I found pleasure from it. The most intense pleasure I had ever known and yet finding my own release wasn’t even a factor. It was about seeing to Finn.
I wasn’t fooling myself that she’d be happy to see me when she woke up. The fact is, I broke into her room and got lucky she was too far gone to question or properly fight me. But women were fickle creatures and I had a strong feeling she would wake, looking at me with regret in her eyes. And though I’d never voice it-I couldn’t bear rejection from her.
When I started to move, Finn jolted, latched on and said the two most beautiful words anyone has ever said to me.
“Nix, stay.”
So, about heaven? It wasn’t in Finn’s eyes.
It was just Finn.