Finn’s hands move deftly, slow and gentle and then faster, and still, he kisses at my inner thighs and sends me higher and higher all the time, floating on this cloud made by the sensations he extracts from me, unable to come back down. I reach out and grasp hold of the edge of the seat, needing something to hold onto, to anchor me here in reality, as if I’ll simply float away otherwise.
Then Finn’s hand moves, his fingers leaving me, and I want to groan in protest – but before I even have a chance, I feel something else, something new. His fingers glide downwards, parting my lips as if through a wave, trailing through wetness that I can feel. And I gasp as his fingers trail to the entrance there, hesitate and slowly encircle it before dipping inside –
Inside me.
My eyes fly open onto only the ceiling of the room as he pushes in a little further, filling me with so many things I can’t name, the sensation of fullness, a tingling of my nerves, all kinds of reactions that come from my body only without my control, a tightness that I expect and don’t expect. How his finger could fit inside there I don’t know, but of course, it must because of what else will fit inside there, and oh God, it’s all too much to think about.
Finn’s finger glides in and out slowly, each time dipping just slightly further in, as I fight to relax my legs against some of the tightness that comes. It’s as if he knows exactly what to do, every time I think it might be too uncomfortable, he pulls back, and then it becomes so much better, starts to feel so good.
And then Finn’s thumb comes down in that same place that was so good before and starts to stroke in circles as his finger moves in and out, and it’s too much to bear.
“Finn,” I whimper, and I find myself gripping onto the bench seat harder as something rises inside of me, a feeling that can’t be held back or slowed down or stopped. A feeling like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, building like a slowly swelling balloon, and sooner or later – sooner or later it has to –
It bursts over me like a wave of sensation, going from the tips of my toes to every hair on my head, filling me with a simple yet intoxicating pleasure that tingles through me, leaving my hips surging forward uncontrollably, a deep pulse within that has me gasping and moaning, running through me again and again.
I open my eyes to see Finn sitting beside me on the bench again, a grin on his face. “Good?” he asks.
“Good,” I tell him, panting for breath, hardly able to comprehend all the feelings rolling through my body. It’s like there’s a haze of rosewater over everything, making everything that much sweeter and lighter.
And if that’s just the taster to hold me over until our weekend together, then I can barely wait and find out what the main event will be like.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Finn
As much as I should probably be focusing on work, I can only think of one thing Candy, and our upcoming weekend together. I know it’s going to be the best two days of both of our lives so far. I just have to pull out all the stops to make sure it’s as special for her as possible. Not only is it going to be the kind of thing she should never forget – being a memorable milestone in her life – but it should also be unforgettable in every other way as well.
I stroll into my office and start up my computer, thinking I’ll start the day by checking my emails and then get to booking things. We’ll need a hotel for a start, as well as some idea of activities in the local area, bookings for restaurants, and of course, I need to first decide where we should go.
I open my emails as I do every morning and glance over them. There’s a business alert that catches my eye. I have it set up to pull any news pieces about the gallery, including anything that mentions my name. It’s good to know what reviews are coming in, which journalists to invite to our next opening and which to strike off the list, and so on.
But this morning, it’s not news about the gallery that flashes up on the screen.
It’s news about me.
I lean in towards the screen, alarmed at what I see. The headline immediately gives me cause for panic Local businessman exposed on date with underage girl. It’s a local paper, not a national one, but the headline is catchy enough – and the article is online – and this could spread.