“Stop…oh…stop it, Finn! I’m extremely ticklish.”
“I noticed,” Finn said with an evil, lecherous grin. By the time he finished tickling her Esa was gasping for breath between jags of laughter and there was more water on the floor than in the tub.
“Okay, I’ve tortured you enough for now,” Finn proclaimed before he dropped a warm kiss on her parted lips. Her desperate pants for air utterly ceased when he sandwiched his hand between her clenched thighs and pressed upward, applying a steady pressure on her already hyperaroused sex. “Now you get a reward for putting up with my teasing.”
All remnants of mirth faded from her consciousness. “A-a reward?”
“Uh huh,” he replied silkily. “You’ve warmed up enough now, aren’t you? Scoot up onto the next step.”
Warm didn’t begin to describe Esa’s temperature as Finn placed his hands on her bare hips and urged her higher in the water until only her legs were submerged. When he picked up the large bar of yellow soap and begin to lather up his hands, her thighs clamped back together to alleviate the unbearable throb of anticipation at their apex.
“Stay spread while I wash your legs,” Finn demanded. Esa just stared, completely ensnared in a sensual haze as he lifted each of her legs out of the water in turn and washed and caressed every inch of them. She groaned in agonized pleasure when he treated each foot to a deep massage. The man’s hands were a gift from God, there was no doubt about it.
After he’d rinsed her second leg and foot completely, he transferred his attentions to her hips, rubbing the bar of soap directly on her skin and following with a circling palm and splashes of warm water. Esa whimpered softly when he gently spread her thighs further apart and slid the slippery hard surface of the soap down through her damp pubic hair.
He pushed her legs closed and continued to manipulate the bar of soap up and down between her clasping thighs.
“Finn.” She grabbed onto his shoulders desperately. He’d kissed and played with and teased her helpless flesh for so long now that she trembled in incipient release. He continued to press and lather the slick soap against her sensitive tissues, creating an eye-crossing pressure.
“Shhh,” he soothed, even though he denied her the slightest opportunity for calming down by replacing the soap with his fingers, lowering his golden head and slipping a nipple into his mouth.
Esa came so violently that she checked out of reality for a few seconds.
When she came back to herself he still stroked her intimately, causing delicious aftershocks of pleasure to ripple through her body. But he was no longer sucking on her nipple. Instead he watched her through narrow slits of fiery topaz.
“All warmed up now?” he rasped.
The explosion of pleasure that had just rocked her world had temporarily deprived her energy to speak so she just nodded.
“Good. Then it’s time for bed now, Esa.”
Chapter Eight
Finn kept forcefully directing his brain onto one thing and one thing only—taking his time with Esa. The interest—or ability for that matter—to question logically why he should be so dead set on the challenge had long fled him.
Unfortunately, the organ that dominated almost his entire awareness as he carried her to his bed wasn’t remotely interested in logic.
He grunted as he came down on the mattress and hauled an armful of fragrant, wet, delicious woman on top of him. He scooted back on the cool duvet cover until he leaned partially against the pillows and the padded headboard.
It pleased him beyond measure to know that Esa was doing the precise opposite of bolting at present. In fact she was all over him, running her hands hungrily over his body, scraping her nails lightly against his sides, making his skin roughen with goose bumps.
Not to mention that she kissed him with such desperate abandon that Finn temporarily knew only the primitive male mandate to mate…and fast and furiously, at that. The firecracker was back in his arms again and damned if she wasn’t taking him along with her once again on a wild, explosive ride.
He managed to break their kiss with a supreme effort of will.
“Esa, stop a moment,” he growled, desire making him hoarse.
She glanced up at him from his chest where she had been tonguing and nibbling his nipples. Even though he’d just asked her to stop, Finn forced himself to resist an almost overwhelming urge to push her head back down.
“You made me feel so good. I want to return the favor,” she said softly.
“Esa,” he grated out when she fisted his aching cock. He refused to let her turn him inside out all over again.
But the moment she bent at the waist and added her gliding tongue and wet, suctioning mouth to the scenario, Finn’s restraint vaporized for the second time in two nights.
Her hand lowered to the root of his cock, holding him at her mercy as she explored him. His entire body went rigid, every cell of his being seemingly focused on the movement of her searching tongue, her tight lips, her sweet, hungry suck.
When her head moved over his lap faster and more forcefully he groaned gutturally, his pleasure building way too quickly for his liking. His hands fisted her thick hair. Despite his attempts at restraint, he was unable to stop himself from lifting his hips, giving himself to her when she was willing to take him so greedily.