You Only (Cameron Farms Book 1) (19 page)

“Pinch your nipples,” he urged.

She purred an affirmative and moved her hands slowly, tantalizing him. She pulled on her hard points, allowing her back to arch as she pinched herself hard. She did this a few times, increasing the pressure with each turn. She raised her hand to her lips and licked her thumb and index finger, putting on a show for him. She felt his gaze on her movements, which made her hotter.

She ran her wet finger along her areola and then did the same with the other hand. She had dropped her head back and made a mewing sound.

She felt his body’s heat before he touched her, his hands pushing hers out of the way with authority. His lips followed a trail from her jaw line to her collarbone. On the next pass, he added small nips that caused her hips to rock.

Against her ear he whispered, “Pull your skirt up, I can’t get between your thighs.”

She let out another low chuckle as she bent a little to grasp the hem of the skirt. She had to do a little wiggle to help the material rise up and over her hips. Finn’s hands followed her progress, running up her rounded thighs, brushing over her black silk panties. They were a hi-rise style, like the bottoms to a bikini she had once seen Marilyn Monroe wearing in a photo. They covered her completely, yet made her feel sexy.

His fingers trailed over her pussy. When he encountered her wetness, obvious proof that she was turned on, he growled.

“Christ, you’re wet.” His hands widened her now free thighs. He returned to her covered pussy, gently stroking.

She watched him smile. She started to pull his shirt free from his pants.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to touch your skin.” Her hands ran along his belly, reaching for his chest.

“More.” Finn growled as he lifted her up onto the table. He shoved the boxes to the side and several sheets of paper fluttered to the floor.

The coolness of the glass cover protecting the table seeped through her panties. Finn stepped between her legs and gripped the hair at the back of her head, pulling her head back so he could see her face.

“Do you want my mouth or my hands?”

“What?” She was having trouble concentrating with his body so near and his hand pulling her hair. She enjoyed the bite of pain.

“Hale, pay attention, I’m giving you the choice, do you want to come with my mouth on you or my fingers in you?”

She could feel her chest heave. God, either way would be excellent. She tried to come up with an answer. She needed to say something; she needed to be honest with him. She moved her hands to rest on his chest and cleared her throat. “I need to tell you something.”

“Yeah, which way you want to come.” He kissed her hard, again.

“Hang on a minute, I need to tell you this.” She ran her hand up to his shoulders. When he didn’t speak, she glanced at his face. “Um, sometimes it takes me a while, and sometimes I just can’t.” She dropped her eyes to his chest as she finished her confession. “You know, to come.”

Finn lifted her chin gently. “I’m not worried.”

“No, I mean, I thought you should know. I don’t want you to get upset.”

“I’ll just have to work harder.” He smiled and his eyes crinkled at the corners, something that always made her body pulse. “Has some asshole gotten pissed about that?”

“It gets frustrating.” She looked away, not wanting to discuss other partners when they were being intimate.

He brushed a kiss against her lips. “I get what you’re saying. No pressure. OK?”

She stared into his eyes for a few moments. She wanted to believe him.

When she didn’t answer right away, Finn kissed her again and whispered. “No pressure, Hale, I promise. We’ll get there, but if we don’t then we’ll have to practice and experiment.”

She nodded and hoped he was right. She wanted to trust him with her body and her heart. “Your hand.” This had been intense and she wasn’t sure that she could handle his mouth on her. She needed some time to work up to that degree of intimacy.

Finn smiled. “All right, my hand it is.” He gently pushed her back onto the cool glass. Goosebumps erupted on her skin and he ran his warm hands up and down her arms to soothe her. “So soft, you feel so damn soft.”

His lips kissed a line down her sternum between her breasts. He detoured to lick stripes along their softness. He sucked her hard nipple into his mouth, pulling strongly.

The sting as he pulled on her nipple shot fire to her pussy and caused her to lift her shoulders off the table. She didn’t know if her hands in his hair, were trying to push him away or pull him closer. Her head was spinning.

He used his teeth on her and then soothed the bite with his tongue.

“God, yes, just like that.” Hale exclaimed.

He didn’t respond, he moved to her other breast and sucked on the sensitive nipple.

She relaxed her hands in his hair and dropped them to touch his shoulders and his upper arms, enjoying how the muscles flexed under her hands. She could feel her thigh muscles shake with anticipation. She told herself to concentrate on Finn’s hands and the heat of his mouth, the roughness of his chin where his beard had started to break through.

Finn moved one hand down to trace over her hipbone, tickling her. He moved across her soft belly to the other.

She fought the urge to suck in her stomach. This was who she was—big breasted, full bodied and soft. Either Finn would find her attractive or he wouldn’t. It wasn’t like she could change her shape during this encounter.

His hands traveled to the top of her panties. “These need to come off.”

“OK.” Her voice sounded deeper, sexier.

He scooped her knees up, resting them on his forearm as he lifted them high enough to raise her hips. His other hand pulled down the black fabric from one side then the other.

The coolness of the glass caused her to shift her hips, trying to escape the shock. Finn’s hands ran down her legs. She could feel his strong hands on her calves through the leather of her boots. They traveled back up her legs.

“I love those boots. I keep picturing you with your legs locked around my back with those heels digging in my ass.” Finn was leaning over her, watching her expression.

“I think that can be arranged.” She tried to sit up to kiss him, but he pushed her back, gently stilling her motion with a hand between her hips and the other on her shoulder. He pressed his body into her side; his hand swept from one hipbone to the other and then inched lower.

When he reached the top of her pubic bone, he stopped. “You’re bare. Jesus, that’s new.” His fingers started to follow the curve of her outer lips.

“Well, you know, living in Florida, swimsuits and all.” She tried to control her breathing.

His hand now moved closer to her opening. She was so wet that he didn’t need to be gentle; he could probably start with three fingers. She opened her knees wider and lifted her hips, urging him to move his hand.

Finn shifted and stood. “I have to see this.” He pushed her body and she slid back on the glass, as he lifted her knees so that her feet were resting on the edge of the table.

She started to fight him, it wasn’t comfortable, and she felt so exposed, too open.

“Shh, Hale, I’ve got you.” He tried to calm her.

He pushed her knees higher and she grabbed her thigh. It didn’t make any sense but she felt less panicked by holding onto her legs.

“Ah, babe, you’re beautiful. So pink and wet, just for me.” His voice was rough.

His hand returned to her outer lips. As he stroked he would place a light kiss to the inside of one of her knees. He dipped a finger into her opening, just the tip to gather her juices and he began to paint her outer lips.

He was making her crazy, the gentleness and moving so slowly. “Finn, I need, I need…”

“I know. You need this.” He inserted his finger into her.

He made circles with his wrist and then pulled the finger out. She tried to chase it with her hips. She could hear his chuckle.

“More, Finn, more,” she demanded.

“Bossy.” He might have been chastising her, but he added another finger.

Ah, that was better, fuller, as he pumped the two fingers. He used his thumb to brush her clit and she moaned.

He continued to work her and he was now close enough that she could brace one knee against his body. Her nipples were so hard that they hurt. She brought her hands up to touch them, hoping to bring some form or relief.

“Keep doing that. Play with your tits.” His voice was rough as he added another finger to the others.

Her back arched as he stretched her, it wasn’t painful, but it rode the edge. He used more of her juices to coat his finger as he stroked her clit.

“Harder.” God, she wanted him to be rougher with her.

He increased his speed as he finger fucked her, after a few strokes he twisted his wrist and raked his fingers along those sensitive interior nerves. Oh God, he found her G-spot. He continued hitting that good place with every plunge. She could hear herself panting as the fire started to build at the base of her spine. She tried to close her thighs and clench her muscles to trap the feeling.

Finn must have sensed her body’s reaction, because he slapped her hard on the hip. His big hand with those long fingers continued pumping in and out of her.

She let out a surprised yelp. That felt so good.

“Stay with me, Hale, don’t chase it, let it come. As long as it takes, I don’t want to be anywhere, but right here. Jesus, you’re beautiful.”

She tried to concentrate on his face, to see if he was speaking the truth. She didn’t see any signs of frustration or anger. She made a sound that she hoped sounded affirmative.

He smiled in understanding and stroked her clit again.

“Please,” she begged. “Please, Finn.” She wanted him to never stop.

He scraped his fingers along that special place and resumed the finger fucking. This time it was faster. It felt so good, knowing it was Finn’s fingers touching her. It started to build again, this time more slowly; she tried to relax into it. Finn had changed his rhythm to shorter strokes and she could feel the muscles in her legs starting to tense, as she tried to form words to ask him for more.

He ran his finger over her clit, scratching it. That did it, she exploded. She felt it tear through her. She screamed, and laughed with relief.

The next thing she knew, Finn was leaning over her on the table. His expression was soft. “That was amazing.”

She knew she had a dopey smile on her face. She said the first thing that popped into her head. “Thank you.”

She heard him chuckle as he pulled her up into a sitting position, then forward until her feet were on the floor. Her legs felt weak as she stood; luckily, he swung her around and they dropped into a nearby chair. He held her across his lap. He kissed her temple as his hands traveled up and down her arms.

He made soothing noises and she tried to gather her thoughts. She raised a hand and stroked his cheek. “Finn, that was…” She couldn’t think of a word that would describe what she had just experienced.

“I take it you enjoyed it.”

She shifted so she could see his face. “I did.” She was still smiling.

“You thanked me,” he teased.

“I have nice manners.”

He pulled her closer for a kiss. Finn was a good kisser. The best she had ever had, but she wasn’t going to mention that.

“Please tell me that this room is sound proofed.”

He chuckled, “It is. I’m not going to even attempt to lie and tease you.”

She let out a low growl. After a few moments, she started to shift. “I need to get dressed.” She tried to climb off his lap.

He tightened his grip on her. “Not so fast, not until you kiss me again.” He moved in quickly.

He had control of the kiss from the start. She allowed him to lead as she melted in his arms.

Hale rushed through the door of The Mug. The hostess on duty moved to intercept her, but she said, “I see her, I know where to go.” She watched as Jasmine scanned the room, and when she recognized Hale, she flashed a dramatic frown.

“I know. I’m sorry, time got away. I sent a text as soon as I could.” She dropped into the booth opposite Jasmine.

The cool blonde gave her a surveying look and then spoke. “You sure are lucky that I love you or I would have been up and out of here thirty minutes ago. I have never had to wait over an hour for my date to arrive.”

Hale let out a bark of laughter. “If I pay for dinner will you feel better?”

“It’s your turn anyway, Bitch. I had planned on buying yours because I assumed that you would be unhappy, but you seem to be freakishly happy.” Jasmine squinted in suspicion.

“We worked things out.” Luckily, the waiter appeared at that moment. “Oh good, you’re here. She needs a refill and I want, oh gosh what do I want?” Hale giggled. “I know, a vodka and cranberry.”

The waiter nodded and headed to the bar.

Jasmine leaned back in the booth and crossed her arms.

“What?” Hale couldn’t keep quiet. She was still on a great orgasm high, her body was humming and she felt loose and free. It didn’t hurt that Finn had tried really hard to convince her to go home with him. She wanted to, but she held back. She wanted to savor the build-up.