She cried out sharply, the moment made perfect by hearing her name on his tongue at his moment of crisis.
She felt him spasm deep inside of her. As he held her to him his mouth fastened on her right nipple, drawing on her lustily while he shuddered in orgasm. The sensation sizzled like lightning straight to her core. She ground down on the stiff pillar of his convulsing cock, climaxing again with shattering intensity.
For several minutes, the only sound in the room was that of their heavy breathing as they desperately tried to gain equilibrium.
Esa lay on his chest, wilted, warm and utterly replete. She lightly placed her hands on his sweat-dampened rib cage, feeling it rise up and down as his breathing evened and deepened. With her head turned on his chest she could hear his heartbeat, strong, regular and gradually slowing.
She felt poignantly attuned with Finn as she lay there, as if their bodily processes had synchronized, their flesh separate but somehow unified. When he withdrew from her body she wanted to cry out in protest. But soon enough he’d pulled her down next to his hard, warm length again. He burrowed his fingers into her hair, rubbing her scalp.
Esa purred in contentment.
“Hey,” he murmured with quiet amusement. “Look what I found.”
“What?” she asked groggily, lifting her head from his chest. She blinked, trying to focus on what he held up between his fingers in the dim room, which was illuminated only by the bathroom light. After a few seconds she chuckled in recognition.
“It’s a leaf. I raked my parents’ backyard today,” she said before she dropped her cheek back to his chest.
“Where do they live?” he asked in a low, mellow tone that Esa loved.
“Evanston, right off Lake Shore Drive in the house I grew up in.”
“I thought you said you’d lived in Chicago your whole life.”
“I did. You’re not that meticulous about your definitions, are you?”
“Right,” he agreed wryly. “Chicago, Evanston…Esa, Kitten. No one could claim that you’re loose in your interpretations.”
She grinned into his chest, appreciating his humor but not being in a position to show it because of her chosen role. Her smile faded a bit. She hoped he hadn’t been insinuating she was loose in general…
“Kitten is a-a—”
“Pet name?”
She lifted her head and stared at his face. She snorted with laughter when she saw the mirthful gleam in his eyes.
“I went to school in Chicago until I graduated high school. Doesn’t that count for anything?” Esa asked eventually, thinking it was best to stick to a topic that didn’t require lying.
“Which one?”
“The Latin School.”
“Hmmm.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” He began his delicious scalp rub again but Esa wouldn’t be sidetracked. He grinned when he saw her challenging look.
“The Latin School is a rich kid’s school,” he explained matter-of-factly.
“It is not!”
Finn shrugged negligently, as though the matter was beneath his notice.
“My father is a professor and my mother is a real estate agent. We were hardly rich. Why? Where did you go to school?”
“St. Mark’s.”
“Ah hah!” she said with a triumphant look. “You went to a private school as well.”