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“Oh God Strachan, you’re an absolute bastard,” I said, half-demented with desire. I brought my left hand down towards his face.
“Uh-uh.” He raised his tousled head and grinned, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen from his efforts. “You, lady, need to learn a little patience.” For a few moments his fingers took over his task, sliding deftly in and out of me even as he talked. “You’re not ready yet.”
“Jesus Finn I really am…” I managed.
“No.” His right hand caressed my breast and punctuated his words with whatever magic his fingers were currently working. “You. Just. Think. You. Are.”
In reply I made a ridiculous whimpering noise that I’d never heard myself make in my life, and Finn gave me a look that was positively devilish. “See, right now? You’d come and it would be… adequate.” He withdrew his fingers and slid them deftly under me. “But I’m not aiming for adequate.”
I had no idea what he did next, only that my entire body was so hypersensitive that I just about took flight.
“Now, hands back where they were,” he ordered. “And what was that you said to me earlier? ‘Trust me’? Well now it’s your turn.” He disappeared under the sheets again.
I’d never known Finn so confident and assertive in bed. He’d always been a skilled and attentive lover but this was the first time I’d met this incarnation and I quickly decided that I could get used to it.
Once I’d put my hands back on the headboard, Finn returned to doing that thing with his tongue and I abandoned rational thought and let myself revel in the sensation. When I finally came, it was as though I had slipped the bounds of Earth’s gravity.
*****
I lay against Finn’s chest and pulled gently at a nipple with my teeth. “Right. Now the spotlight’s on you. So tell me what you want to do.”
“Um, anything?” Finn offered, then shut his eyes as I sucked. “Aah Jesus, but I don’t think you’re goin’ to have an arduous job, whatever you do.”
“Uh uh. You’re not getting out of it that easily,” I said, and reluctantly hauled myself up so that I sat cross legged on the bed next to him. “I couldn’t possibly give you a mediocre orgasm when you’ve just had me on the ceiling for an hour. That wouldn’t be fair. So, my beautiful man, what would you have me do?”
Finn gave a languorous smile. “Well, seeing as you’re asking – that thing that you do with your tongue and your lips, you… Well, y’know…”
“Ah. That. Okay, let me just see if I remember how it goes.” I straddled his thighs then bent myself double to alternately kiss and lick a slow, delicate line from his sternum to his cock in one sweep. Then I stopped. “Was it that, by any chance?”
“Mmph. Ah Lili, you’re a born torturer. Just end me now and I’ll die a happy man. Please, just finish me, would you?”
“Oh, if you really insist.” I took his hard cock in my mouth and sucked gently until he lifted his hips from the bed, then ran my tongue gently over his slit until he began to moan. As he began to thrust into my throat I slipped my hands under his arse and held him to me as he came. I sat up and gave him my most wicked, languorous smile as I swallowed, and he fell back onto the pillow with a deep, contented laugh.
Exhausted and content, I dragged myself up the mattress and laid across his chest. “Oh, you fucking amazing woman,” he said, and threaded his long fingers through my hair. “I love you…” He gave a sudden intake of breath. “Oh hell. Lili, I swear I didn’t mean to say that, not as pillow talk. I mean, I mean it and all, but it doesn’t mean, not for a second that, well, y’know…”
“Oh.” I raised my head and stared at him. He looked terrified.
“Fuck. I shouldn’t have said -”
“I love you too,” I said before I had time to think about it, and wondered if I looked as scared as he did as I said the words for the first time in my existence.
Chapter Eleven
Finn
“Strachan!” Lilith’s voice rang down from her studio. There was a certain upper-class tension to her tone so I ran up both flights of stairs, Sceolan in hot pursuit.
Lilith stood at her easel, bathed in the glorious October sunshine that poured in through the open balcony doors. She held a paintbrush in one hand and an easel in the other, and had a particularly pained expression on her face. “When you have a moment, would you kindly remove this bloody creature from my left arse cheek?” She asked politely, then turned her back on me to reveal a tiny ginger kitten clinging to the back of her paint-splashed sweatpants.
“Oh Jesus, I’m sorry,” I spluttered, and began to extract four sets of needle-sharp claws from the fabric. “I swear to God I thought they were all safe in my room. He must have snuck out when I went to the post box. C’mon, Houdini – let go of the nice lady’s backside. I know it’s gorgeous, but it’s out of bounds for kittens.”
With a disgruntled squeak the little creature finally surrendered its grip, and I lifted it up to plant a soft kiss on its velvet nose. “Right, you sneaky little fucker – back to kitty-gaol for you.”
“A-hem?” Lilith raised an aristocratic eyebrow in my direction. “I’m all for supporting you in your work, but when the priorities begin to shift…”
“My apologies.” I grinned and kissed her firmly on the lips.
She rolled her eyes. “Second place to a fleabag.”
