Chapter Twenty-Seven
We laid there going all moony eyed on each other and I remembered the reason for my deviation tonight. “So, while I was out gallivanting, I actually had a purpose. I was picking you up a small token of my affection.”
“You got me something?” He was smiling like a kid at Christmas.
I nodded. I was suddenly nervous about the gift again. “I hope you like it. If you don’t, it’s totally fine-“
He put a finger to my lips. “You got me a present? Do you know how long it’s been since somebody went out of their way to get me a present? Long-time babe.”
“Well, don’t get too excited yet. You still have to open it.”
He gave me a hard, closed mouth kiss and hopped off the bed like a little kid. “I want it now!”
His smile was unbearably cute and I decided to give him all the gifts. Starting with the big one.
“Ok, well, I actually have a few things in my bag of tricks,” I smiled at him over my shoulder doing my best to give him a sexy come hither look. Positive that I was actually making him laugh, I gave that up. I dug around in my bag until I found his gift that Steve had wrapped in craft paper luckily so it offered a little more suspense to unwrap it.
I had bought him a rare first edition book by Beatrix Potter. He had once told me that his one and only book as a child was Peter Rabbit and I just couldn’t get that out of my head. He had lost it when he left home and I wanted to give him something to remind him of that treasured item. I took a deep breath and turned around and shoved it at him.
“Here,” I said as I extended my arm as far as I could without actually moving towards him. “I hope you like it.”
He smiled up at me, with his megawatt superstar smile and the nerves nearly got me. He unwrapped the paper and his rugged face transformed and I knew I had succeeded in my mission. He loved it.
“George. You remembered. I love it.” He was tracing the cover with his fingers and gazing adoringly at the book. “Where did you find this?”
“Well, I had to do some heavy trading and I am probably doing multiple unpaid favours of the writing kind to my collector guy Steve. He buys and sells rare books along with regular run of the mill used books. When you told me about this book it reminded me that Steve had told me he had acquired this beauty. So, I called him this afternoon and we met on the way here. It’s the majority of the reason I was late.”
He was just sitting there, staring at me. “Well, so, anyway, he has a ton more books if you ever want me to take you to see his shop.”
“You bought me a book. A signed, first edition Beatrix Potter book. That probably cost you a fucking fortune. You bought me a book that I quoted from the first minute we met.”
Now it was my turn to smile. “Yes, yes I did. Do you want to see the other things I picked up on the way?”
“In a minute.” He reached out and grabbed my hands and holy shit, Mr. tough guy movie star had tears in his eyes. I tentatively reached out to swipe away the one that got loose. “Finn?” I asked. “What’s wrong? I shouldn’t have gotten you the book. It’s too soon for crazy sentimental gifts, isn’t it?”
“Come here.” He pulled me down on top of him so we were inches apart. He rolled us to the side and cradled my jaws with his large, calloused hands. “Baby, no one has ever gotten me a gift that meant so much, ever. No one has ever paid that much attention to what I was saying unless it was going to make them some money. No one has ever been as cute and sexy and amazing as you are right this minute to me.” He paused and smiled his sex on a stick smile. “I have never wanted to make love to someone as much as I do right this minute and it’s not the book, although that book is kick ass amazing, it’s you. You felt it from the start just like I did. I knew it babe. It just took you a bit longer to get to this point than it did for me.”
He then proceeded to kiss me silly and when his hand started roaming, it was then I remembered my other surprises. I grabbed his hands to stop his explorations. I really needed to get this over with or else I was pretty sure I would lose my nerve.
“I brought a couple of other things with me. I kind of need a ton of nerve to show them to you so I was hoping we could maybe pull them out before I chickened out?”
“Ah, you have me intrigued. What is it?”
“I’d rather show you. If I have to talk about them, I might not open my eyes for the rest of the night.”
I scooted over to the edge of the bed and reached into my bag and pulled out the new lingerie and the silk scarves. I bunched them up and hid them in my hands as I crawled back onto the bed.
“Ok, so, here’s the thing. I’ve never been risqué in bed or even asked to be risqué in bed.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Babe, that is a crying shame. We need to rectify that as soon as possible.”
I took in a deep breath, this was it. My face was on fire and I wished I was anywhere but there right now. “Ok, well, funny you should say that. So, I have been thinking of things I can do and get you that convey the feelings of love and trust I have for you and well, ah, since I’ve always written about adventure in the bedroom, I thought it might be time for me to experience some adventure in the bedroom. With you. Tonight. And I’m going to add that I am really very nervous about this whole thing.” He was shaking, like, a lot. “It’s not funny and that is certainly not helping calm me down.”
“You’re right, my love. Come here.” He reached out to grab me but I moved back evading him.
“No, let me finish. So, I bought something for you. I reached behind me and pulled out the new lingerie. It was a cute but transparent nighty top with matching G-string. I laid them out across my body to gage his reaction.
“Put it on.” Was all he said. Well, then he followed that up with, “now.”
I immediately grabbed the outfit and intentionally left the scarves behind to see what he would do with them. Rushing into the only room in the cabin with some privacy, the tiny bathroom, I quickly shed my clothes and threw on the nighty and panties before I could lose my bravery. I stepped out and saw that he had added a log to the fire, turned down the bed and gotten himself undressed.
His glorious naked body was angled at me in such a way that I really wanted to stop and take a picture so I could remember to describe it in my next book. And it looked like he was ready to take me to bed, like really ready.
I smiled nervously. “I’ve never worn anything like this for anyone, Finn. I am so uncomfortable.”
His eyes were practically glowing with the intensity he was feeling as he patted the spot beside him. “Come here, George”
I walked to the edge of the bed and kneeled into it. I was about to lay down beside him when he said, “stop, just stay there. Just like that. Don’t look away, keep your eyes on mine, baby.”
He moved to kneel in front of me and began to drag his fingers over my skin. It sent shivers up and down my body and I had to fight the impulse to close my eyes. When his fingers brushed over the skin that was covered with the soft silk, it was like he had lit my body on fire. I was practically panting with need and all he had done was touch me with his fingers.
“Beautiful. My girl is all heat and power.”
Wow, heat and power and when he said, my girl, I think I wet my brand new, extremely expensive panties. I reached out to touch him when he smiled his devilish grin. He grabbed my wrist and twisted me and flipped me on my back, not releasing my wrist. Instead he drew my arm above my head and then grabbed something with his free hand. I felt something soft drag across my body and realized he had found my scarves.
He transferred the scarf to his other hand and bound my wrist to his headboard. “Finn-“
“No talking”
Oh. My. God.
This was really going to happen. He was taking me to the edge just with the anticipation of what was to come. He produced the other scarf and gave me that grin with the raised eyebrow I loved so much and then tied my other wrist to the headboard.
I gently tested the hold and they were secure. “Don’t bother trying to get out, Georgina baby. They’re tight.” He winked at me. He sat back and admired his handy work. “You look amazing.” He leaned forward and kissed me deeply and achingly aggressively. “Mine.”
God, this was torture. I needed to touch him, to grab his hair, to pull him towards me. The scarves were holding tight, he was right. My upper body involuntarily arched upwards as he began an exploration of my body with his mouth and hands. He trailed kisses down my neck and collarbone, then moved deeper until he reached my breasts.
He trailed kisses around my nipples and drew one into his mouth through the silk fabric while pinching the other nipple and I nearly levitated it felt so good. At this rate, I was going to come just by his touch alone.
He swapped nipples and the sensations combined with the inability to move or talk had pushed me to the edge. I couldn’t hold on much longer. I needed him inside of me or I was going to burst.
“Finn, I need you inside, now.” I sounded like a completely different person in this state.
“Not yet,” was his reply. His response was to slip his hand into my panties and circle my centre. Then he stuck a finger inside me, swept it in and out and then pressed his thumb back on my centre, the whole time, not stopping his attention to my nipples. It was too much. My skin was raw with need and I was having a hard time staying still. He slipped a second finger inside and that was game over. Once again, embarrassingly quickly, I flew up and into a huge orgasm that felt like it wasn’t ever going to stop.
Still in the throes of it, he whipped my panties off, spread my legs and slammed inside of me. It looked like we had developed a pattern. I was so good with that pattern.
I couldn’t be silent any longer. I let out a yell that in my whole life, I had never thought possible. He rode me through the orgasm and I could feel another coming right on its heels.
He bent over and kissed me while not stopping his relentless rhythm.
“I love you baby. George, you’re perfect.”
I was incapable of a response, so I just sighed and held on to the headboard. He reached up and twined his fingers through mine so we were joined in all possible manors. His orgasm hit just as my second one was about to and we came together in what I can only describe as the best sexual experience of my life.
We both lay there panting, trying to catch our breath. “Finn, can you untie my hands please? I need to feel you.”
He reached up and released me and I was finally able to touch him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my hands on his perfect, sculpted ass. He rolled us to the side and I couldn’t hide my smile. “Thanks.”
He smiled back, “for what?”
“For that. That was all me and you and no one else was in bed with me. Thank you for giving me that gift.”
He kissed me gently and tucked a stray hair off my face. “You’re welcome.”