Worth the Weight (11 page)

“And just what exactly do you take our...arrangement…to be?”

“I thought we made that clear the other night. Actually, I think you were the one who set up the rules of the game.”

“You’re right, I did. Still want to play?”

He raised his eyebrows in a “what do you think” way. He reached out his hands, intending them for her waist, but looked down to see their appearance seconds before laying them on her. Stopping himself, he stepped past her and beckoned for her to follow. “Come on, I need to clean up. Then, I’m going to feed you, and then…” He let the words hang in the air. He
held the door open for her,
then switched off the lights after she’d passed into the dimming daylight.

“And then?” Lizzie said, as she followed him toward the farmhouse.

“And then…I think you know full well what’s going to happen then, E-liz-a-beth.”

Chapter Seven

√ Pick up wine

√ Call Sybil

Lizzie poured herself a glass of wine while
Finn
took a shower. He’d gotten her a glass and a corkscrew then hastily retreated upstairs. She could hear the water beating down from the kitchen. Old houses. Her parents’ was the same, you could hear any water running from anywhere else in the house. The sound was comforting in a way.

The wine tasted good, but she intended on indulging in only one or two glasses. She was determined that this would not be a repeat of her previous bungled sexual encounters. No, she wanted her wits about her. She wanted to know what kind of touches from a man made her body feel good, and more importantly, if she was capable of physical intimacy with a man.

It had been so long.

She moved from the kitchen to the living room. She’d only been in the house once, on their first date. The house hadn’t changed much and she found her thoughts drifting back to that long ago night.

They’d gone to a
movie,
then planned to go the Commodore for pizza. As the movie ended and the credits were rolling, Lizzie and
Finn
rose to leave. He stepped back, into the well of his pushed up seat to let her pass, but as she did, he stopped her with his arm. When she turned to face him, she was greeted with a hunger in his eyes that both shook her to her core and ignited something deep inside her burgeoning woman’s body.

“Elizabeth,” he whispered as he brought his lips to hers. In her young life it was the sweetest first kiss she’d ever received. It was no more than a soft brush of their mouths. Amazingly,
she
felt no nerves, no embarrassment, and when
he
pulled back, as if to leave her, she entwined her arms around his neck and pulled him back to her. Back to her now open mouth.

It was to be that way for them throughout their short relationship.
Finn
always making the first move, and Lizzie always clinging for more. More, but not too much.

They’d gotten the pizza to go and taken it back to the farmhouse where
Finn
assured her that his grandmother had taken his sister to Marquette for the day and weren’t expected back until very late.

It had all happened so fast. The kiss at the theater, kisses in the car on the drive home, and more sweet kisses as he led her to the couch.

“Liz, you feel so good,” he said.

“You too. You too.” She let his hands roam at will as he settled her down, stretched her out then lay next to her, placing her in a cocoon of his body and the back of the couch. It was a tight fit, but that was the idea.

She’d dated a lot by the spring of her senior year in high school, but had a strict, self-imposed, makeout code. Kissing on the first through fifth dates. After a month, second base. After three months, third base. After five months, she’d touch “it” for him. And that’s as far as she’d gotten, as far as she intended to go. She knew she was desperately behind the other girls, behind even Katie and Alison, but it was non-negotiable. She was not losing her virginity in high school.

She had a plan. In her sophomore or junior year of college, she would meet the right boy. After several months together, the passion and love would be insurmountable and she would gift
him with her virginity. After that, she could do as she pleased. Not intending to marry until at least twenty-seven, she would then be free to sample several dishes from the smorgasbord of men available to her. But not the first time. No, she wanted to be in love, and she wanted to be emotionally mature enough to know the difference between overcharged hormones and love.

Her makeout code was thrown out the window, however, as
Finn
gazed down at her on the couch. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes held a reverence that startled Lizzie. That was the kind of look boys bestowed upon Katie. Lizzie was the girl they’d punch on the arm with good humor. But
Finn
’s eyes. Filled with a near worshiping look that made
her
hands tremble as she took them to his face and cradled his cheeks.

She could stare into his eyes forever. Eyes that looked at her that way. Eyes that made her feel beautiful and wanted. As
he
rolled half on top of her, pressing himself into her hip, she became aware of something else that unveiled the level of
his
desire.

She should push him away and
se
t the ground rules right now,
then they could do some more of that wonderful kissing. This was their first date, after all, and they had only met last week as he sold her popcorn. Not being from the same school, and being
nearly
three years apart in age, he’d have no way of knowing about Lizzie’s strict code unless she told him.

Her hands on his face, set to push him away, had a mind of their own and instead pulled him down to
her
neglected mouth. She slid her hands around to his neck and entwined one in his soft hair and the other across his back, which showed the result of the hard work he did mucking out stalls and grooming horses.

Of course
she’d
used her tongue when kissing before - she wasn’t that green. But it had always been more of an acceptance of a boy’s tongue in her mouth, which she would inadvertently brush with her own as she tried to keep out of its way. This was different, she wanted full participation. She wanted - no, needed - to taste
Finn
as he tasted her. She tangled
her tongue with his,
then pushed past it, into his mouth, finding warmth.

He
angled his head, taking the kiss, and Lizzie’s tongue, deeper. She responded with a soft gasp as his erection, fully
hard
now, began to press into her hip and started to slowly push back and forth. She was startled away from the thoughts of his hard penis, and how much longer she could enjoy the sensation before she’d have to call a halt to the whole proceedings, by a sharp pull on her tongue. He was sucking her tongue! None of the boys she’d made out with previously had done that, not even Petey Ryan who was the most experienced of all the boys she’d dated.

Until
Finn
.

She pulled her mouth away, trying to catch her breath.
His
mouth never missed a step, gliding easily to her neck to continue his oral exploration.

Some level of awareness returned to her now that her mouth was unoccupied, and
she
was astounded to realize that her hips were grinding into
Finn
’s with a rhythm that matched his. If it didn’t feel so darn good, she’d roll him right off of her and onto the floor. But it did feel so darn good, so she just arched her neck to allow
Finn
’s mouth better access.

He
was unbuttoning her pink oxford blouse, pushing away the collar, trying to bare more of her neck. Now. She should stop him now. The idea drifted away as
his
warm tongue worked down the side of her neck. Her breath caught and her pelvis involuntarily flexed, pushing farther into
him.

He pulled her blouse free from her cords to undo the remaining buttons then spread the panels of cloth to her side, baring her. They hadn’t turned on the lights in the living room, had been in too much a hurry to get to the couch, but the lights in the kitchen gave off enough glow
for him to clearly see her. He stared at her tummy, her belly button just peeking over the waistband of her pants. He rested his hand on her warm skin.

Her white, cotton, utilitarian bra embarrassed her. It had never occurred to her to wear her nice bra - her makeout bra - the one with the matching panties that she’d bought for the prom last year and kept hidden at the bottom of her tee shirt drawer.

The plain bra didn’t seem to bother
Finn
, he barely gave it a second glance before pushing it up over her breasts.
He didn’t even undo it!
No fumbling at the back clasp, tr
yin
g to master it with one hand,
then relenting and using both as the few other boys she’d let go this far had done.

Her breasts, embarrassingly bountiful, stood at attention for
Finn
and
she
realized for the first time that they were tingling. She didn’t remember that happening before. She glanced down to watch her nipples actually come to life under
his
intense stare.

“They’re so pretty, Liz.
You’re
so pretty.” He managed to drag his eyes away from them to look at her as he said it. His gaze then fixed on her mouth and his head moved in. Instead of kissing her lips, he veered at the last moment, and took a taut nipple into his mouth and began to softly suck.

It was as though lightning struck Lizzie. No awkward fondling first, before a bumbling brushing of nervous tongue somewhere on her breast. Zeroing in on his target from the get-go, this guy meant business. Lizzie realized she was in over her head, because she could not - would not - make him stop.

Now his hands moved
to her
, and if
she
had thought she couldn’t be wound any tighter, she was wrong. He k
nea
ded and caressed her breasts,
then moved one hand down to rest low on her belly, on top of her pants, while the other hand stayed, cupping the breast that was being laved so seductively by his magical tongue.

“It feels so…it feels so…” the usually articulate Lizzie mumbled like the silly schoolgirl she was.

“So Goddamn good. It feels
. So. Goddamn. Good.”
Finn
finished her thought. His hips rolled on top of her and wiggled, trying to create a cradle for himself. As she kept her legs in place – together –
her
innocence made itself known. It didn’t seem to deter him as he whispered in her ear, “Open your legs, Liz, let me settle in. Let me feel you. Let you feel me.”

It seemed the most natural thing in the world for
her
to follow his request and her legs fell open, one sliding all the way to the edge of the couch, the other, nowhere to go, slid up the back of the couch.

Finn
moved her hips over to the center of the cushion, allowing both legs to fall open. He nestled himself
on top of
her, and returned his mouth to her breasts, switching attention to her other side.

The stroking of himself against her was more obvious now - startling really - as he had direct contact to the very core of her. And yet…and yet…it still wasn’t time to put on the brakes. Not quite yet, she needed to enjoy this a moment longer, she needed to feel his weight on her, breath
e
in his deep, husky scent.
That wasn’t Brut, was it?
Dads and Grandpas wore Brut, not boys she wanted so desperately to keep sucking on her tender breasts. The mild recrimination left her as she deeply breathed him in again and the smells mingled and conjoined and became a fragrance she would forever identify as simply…
Finn
.

His head left her breast, and she tightened the hand that was buried in his hair to try to guide him back to her, but he had another goal in sight and raised his body up along hers to bring them face-to-face.

Her hands returned to the hold she desired, framing his face, hands along the hard planes of his cheekbones. His work-roughened hands brushed along her sides, up and down, his thumbs gliding along the underside of her breasts.

“I didn’t mean to go this fast, Liz, really.” His words were nearly choked out, his voice deep and gravelly with arousal.

“I know. Me neither. But…” She couldn’t finish, couldn’t explain it to herself let alone
Finn
.

“I know - but. It’s pretty intense, though, eh?”

“Yah, eh.” The heavy Yooper drawl just creeped out, and she was instantly horrified at her uncouth answer.

Finn
only chuckled and dipped his head to give a chaste kiss to the tip of her nose. “My little Yooper girl.” His blue eyes softened and perused every inch of her
face,
then came back to rest on her eyes beaming up at him. “God, but you’re sweet, Liz. So sweet, so soft, so… clean.”