I knew I’d floored him with those three words. His hand curved into my thigh and his fingertips dug into the soft flesh there as he fought himself for control.
That I’d ruptured it with three words made my heart soar.
I had power over this man, and what woman in love didn’t want that? Not to use or abuse, just to know that I was important to him.
I wished like hell I could see him, see his eyes, and know, truly, what he was thinking, but that was like asking for the moon.
A semi-warm object touched my thigh. I almost jolted, then remembered what he’d said. It was a texture I knew, and my mouth curved at the prospect of Finn buying me a sex toy.
“Do you know how much it kills me to fill you with something that isn’t attached to me?” he growled, sounding utterly in pain.
“Then don’t,” I whispered. “I just want you.”
He pressed his face into my thigh. “Aoife, you’re fucking killing me here. Fuck!” His body jostled the bed slightly and I realized he’d readjusted himself because his cock had been pressing into the mattress.
“Please, just…” He swallowed. “Don’t talk, yeah? I’m too old to come again this soon.”
My lips curved and I bit at my bottom lip.
He tapped my thigh to grab my attention. “Understand?”
“I wasn’t supposed to talk,” I said with a pout, and he laughed slightly before I felt the toy move along my slit, rubbing down the length of it, getting soaked with all my juices.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned as he pushed the toy in.
My eyes flared because it was thicker than anything I’d used before and faintly wider than even Finn. I was stuffed full.
“We can’t ease that itch deep inside you, but maybe filling you up will help,” he rasped, a second before he turned on the toy, releasing the faint buzz that shot down my nerve endings.
A keening cry escaped me, and my hands dug into the sheets, tearing them free from the mattress as I strained to remain still.
I wanted to fuck the air, rock my hips, get myself off, but I knew Finn would pull away from me entirely, taking the vibrator away and leave me desperate for him all night long.
My lungs felt frozen with panic as I clenched my eyes, trying not to move, desperately pleading with any saint who’d listen to make me stay still.
Then, Finn blew my brains by moving his mouth to my clit.
Oh. Sweet. Jesus.
I was full, vibrating, and he was sucking down on my clit better than a goddamn plunger.
Holy crap, how did he even do that? How was it possible?
I wasn’t sure if I could withstand not rocking my hips. The desire to alleviate this ache swelled inside me to the point where I could explode, just not in the way I needed.
I was stuffed full, but it was cold. It wasn’t Finn. He wasn’t on top of me, his body touching mine, my legs clasping his hips as he rocked atop me.
He was there, getting me off, but I wanted his cock in my pussy, not this cold machine.
“Finn?” I asked on a high wail.
“So juicy, Aoife,” he moaned, and then he surprised me. He began to nudge the toy deeper into me, before pulling it out an inch.
It wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t him.
But it helped.