Lyra Parish - Weak for Him

He whispered into my ear, and I closed my eyes.

His breath lingered on my neck while his hands lightly grazed my arms, pulling me closer to him. He did know what I was thinking, and every fiber of my being instantly responded, even when I told it not to, even when I tried to hold it back. Somehow, my heart knew, but my mind continued to fight against it. Because I couldn't give in. It wasn't an option.

Finn placed his forehead against mine and stared into my eyes, and for a moment, I thought I could see his soul. My arms found their way around his neck and his twined around my waist. Then he was lifting me into the air and my legs naturally wrapped around his waist. His hands were on my ass, and I looked down into his eyes—his beautiful jade green eyes that seemed to know me when I didn't know myself. That seemed to call me from across any room, and speak words that were never said.

My lips magnetized toward his and we kissed. Not rushing one another, but fully taking in the perplexity of the situation at hand.

Gravity had vanished, and I was floating, completely weightless in Finn's arms. He used his teeth and nibbled my bottom lip, and then his tongue found mine and saliva mingled, creating a mixture of Jennifer and Finnley, a love potion so strong that Cupid himself couldn't claim it.

He broke away and placed me on my feet, but I thought I might not be able to stand. I nervously giggled, and his hand found my face and trailed down the back of my neck. He was pushing my lips to his again for seconds—and thirds—being so greedy, trying to take as much of me that he could. Our top and bottom lips alternated; I wanted to taste his full bottom lips while he wanted my top, and we switched, fully taking in the kiss, sucking and biting one another playfully.

What started soft became hard and we fought, trying to keep our hands from forbidden places. But his hands wandered across each part of my body, memorizing every curve, every muscle and dip, and he moaned with satisfaction as he trailed up my shirt.

Love and lust flowed through my veins, and I felt completely powerless as he touched me. We lost ourselves in the moment, in the nibbles and kisses, in the powerful exchange of pent-up emotions.

"What are you doing to me?" he whispered. And I didn't know.

"I don't think I can stop. My intentions were never to hurt you, or make you fall in love. All I ever wanted to do was break you down and build you back the way I wanted. And it worked, didn't it?"

Dizziness overcame me, and I felt like I couldn't have enough of him, but I had too much at the same time. And then his lips were on my collarbone, trailing across my face, and tugging on my earlobe, making me sigh with satisfaction. We took a break, only to catch our breaths, and to make sure we weren't dreaming. A smile, a kiss, fingers running through my wet hair, and then he led me to his bedroom.

I followed.

I couldn't resist.

I'd been drugged by his taste, by his scent, by him, and if it was wrong, then so be it because at that moment, my heart told me it was right.

He pulled me by two fingers, led me down the hall, and opened the door. I had never been inside his room before. Abstract paintings on the walls, skylights in the ceiling, and a large bed below. It was everything I imagined it'd be, forbidden and off-limits, but simple in its own way.

More kissing, more lip sucking, more touching, and then I was being pushed against the wall with my arms restricted above my head. I broke free and ran my fingers through his shaggy, soft hair, then I was taking off Finnley's pants, and he was removing my shirt and pajama bottoms until we stood naked in front of one another for the first time.

I took him in, all of him, every single muscle until my eyes landed on his manhood. My heart galloped fast, and a bolt of adrenaline shot through my body as I looked with curiosity and uncertainty. Then our lips were dancing, mingling, and I memorized his mouth while he moved me backward to the bed.

We lay next to one another; his hands found my sex and mine his. He touched me, and I stroked him. I sat up in bed on all fours, and placed my mouth around his hardness. I had never given head before, but I had been told how. I would have to remember to thank Lori for the graphic banana show later.

I started licking the outside, and then placed the tip of him between my lips. He moaned with satisfaction as I placed most of him in my mouth. His hands rubbed and spanked my ass, and the thought of him, inside me, made me want him even more. I kissed up his stomach and watched his chest rise and fall with each ragged breath. His hands found their way into my hair, and he pulled my face closer to his.

He positioned me on all fours and slipped his head between my legs, licking my wetness, and then I had him in my mouth, teasing and pleasing him in the same way that he did me. He spread my lips apart and as his tongue found my clit, I saw stars. Actual stars, I thought, when he licked me, slow and gentle. My hips began to move, and I pushed my sex harder into his face, letting him fully taste all of me. I stroked and licked every bit of him, the tip down the shaft, and he wrapped his arms around my waist in pleasure as I sucked and nibbled, and lightly grazed my fingers across his legs, and up his hardness.

Figure eights and circles from his tongue urged me to push harder onto him, wanting him to make me come as the build-up happened below. And then his finger was inside of me, and I couldn't control myself.

"I can taste you," he said. And with those words, the orgasm built and then released. I moaned his name as I convulsed and throbbed. An orgasm so powerful, and clenching, that it seemed to take over my entire body. The intensity from Finnley's tongue took me away to another place. Heaven, I thought.

Every internal part of me sprung to life as he dipped his tongue in and out, tasting my sweet honey, and I moaned his name and pushed him further down my throat. He groaned in satisfaction as he rolled me on my back and trailed his fingers up my body. Then Finn's sexy face was floating above mine, asking me with his eyes if it was okay.

We were breathing together as if we couldn't catch our breaths.

His eyes deepened, and so did his kisses.

His hand touched my body. And every place was paired with intoxicating bites that made my head swim.

"I'll go slow," he whispered in that British accent that was so fucking hot. I smiled. He exhaled slowly and his breath tingled on my skin. I was so wet, so ready for him, so turned on, and I wanted to give myself to him in every sense. I opened my legs and he hovered on top of me, still trying to make our inseparable lips melt into one. And then, he was barely inside of me, pushing his hardness into me slowly and gently until all of him crowded inside me.

I froze as I felt the pressure, the foreignness of him in me and I closed my eyes, taking in what we had done, reveling in every sensation. He didn't move. We stayed there as close as we possibly could be, completely inside of one another with our pieces fitting together perfectly. He smiled.

"You feel so fucking good around me," he said. His lips brushed across my cheek and he slowly moved in and out, making sure I was okay. His thrusts slightly picked up in speed. His low moans accompanied mine. When he came, Finn pressed his lips onto mine, and I dug my fingernails into his back and pulled him closer to me. Sweet satisfaction crossed his face, and then I felt him pulse inside of me as he filled me with himself. The love, the adoration, the way Finn was careful with me, made me feel no regret. I wanted to close my eyes and replay this moment a million times.

Pure contentment covered my face and body as he nuzzled his nose with mine, kissed me until my lips felt sore, and lay on top of me stroking his fingers through my hair, telling me how beautiful I was until our bodies became sticky with sweat. There was no roughness, although my hips, legs, and insides were sore from stretching and moving in ways they hadn't managed before. I didn't instantly come when he was inside of me like in the movies. There was no bleeding, and I felt no different than I had before sex. Well other than the growing admiration and feelings I had for the beautiful man that lay beside me. Honestly, I halfway expected a fairy sex mother to pop up and give me a no-longer-a-virgin badge.