Worth the Weight (29 page)

Instead, she held his face close to hers and said, “Kiss me.”

It was a gentle kiss. At first. Her hands went from his face around his neck and nestled in his soft hair, which was getting shaggier as the summer went on. She kind of liked it that way, a little wild, like
Finn
himself. She twirled her fingers in the soft nest.
His
mouth grew more insistent and
she
met his need with her own. The kiss deepened. He softly nipped at her lower lip, she playfully sucked on his tongue.

The kiss went on and on, lazy and slow. His chest tight against her breasts, his hands roaming her body. It was the realization of his hands that made Lizzie break the kiss, catching her breath. She felt his hands moving over her hips and thighs, belly, they seemed to be everywhere at once, leaving a trail of tingling skin in their wake.

The kiss broken, he lifted his head from hers, raising himself up on his forearms, his hands leaving her body and resting at her face, gathering strands of her hair.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice was stronger now, gathering steam as their bodies were gathering tension, gathering desire.

She took her hands from his nape and held his face once more, but instead of bringing his mouth to hers, she guided his head down her neck to her breasts. She positioned him just where she wanted him and whispered, “Suck me.”

Why not. He
’d
asked what she wa
nted.
Good girl and whore rivaled inside her and she knew she’d let the whore win tonight.
It’d
be a lot more fun.

He groaned his approval of her request and latched on to a nipple and began to
suck.
She nearly jumped off the bed. God, she had no idea her breasts were so sensitive. Had she ever known that? Her back arched, wanting to be closer, seeking the sweet heat that came from
Finn
’s mouth and shot directly to the core of her.
So good. She’
d merely meant this as a stop along the way, a bone to throw
Finn
, knowing he was such a breast man. She had no reason to suspect she would be the one writhing from pleasure.

But this was all part of it. Finding out what she liked, what her body wanted. And it wanted Finn to do these delicious things to her.

He seemed to pick up on her revelation and switched to her other breast as his hands massaged and pushed the two together. His tongue switched from nipple to nipple, wetting both, spending time at one, then the other, sucking one deep as he pinched its mate.

It was driving
her
to a frenzy and
he
knew it, seemed to anticipate her every whimper with
the
strong use of
his
tongue and mouth. After one particularly strong roll of
her
hips, begging him for something more, he raised his head and looked
at her. “Tell me what you want
.”

Lizzie thought about what she wanted most to say, what she wanted most to feel. Could she bring herself to ask for it? She took his head in her hands once more and led it away from her breasts, wet and glistening from his mouth. Past her tummy and hips, allowing
Finn
to place soft kisses as he went, down to her nest of curls. She was wet with desire, could see it herself. She watched
Finn
’s nostrils flare as he took in the scent of her. Waited for his reaction and silently sighed relief as he unselfconsciously licked his lips.

“Lick me.”

His tongue was on her before she had the words out. His hands spread her outer lips and he nuzzled his nose into her, teasing her clitoris from its hiding place. It didn’t need much coaxing, as if it knew what it was missing, and decided to join in the fun.
She became
engorged and throbbed, a perfect target for
his
seeking mouth.

Oh my,
my
battery-operated friend never did that!
As his thumbs held her
open wide,
and his mouth coaxed and teased her nub,
he
slipped a finger inside
her
. She knew she was very slick. She also knew she was very tight, a fact that
Finn
learned on his own a few seconds later as he added another finger and nearly filled her up
.
As if he realized she would have to be very soft and relaxed to take him, he set about in all earnestness trying to make her come.

Not
a hard task.

She
was already on the brink from the deep kisses and the attention paid to her breasts. The stroking of his tongue on her tingling clit quickly brought her to fever pitch. His fingers inside her picked up a rhythm that his tongue matched. Lizzie held his head in her hands, her fingers interwoven through his hair, simultaneously pushing him away and pulling him closer as the physical sensations awakened her long dormant body.

This was not like those few times her senior year of college. There was no numbness now, no feeling of “is this all there is?”. Her body was finely tuned and nerve endings she never knew she had were singing at the top of their lungs.

She felt the tightening that comes just before the explosion, but it was nothing like she experienced alone, through her own ministrations, dreaming of a faceless, nameless man. This was real. And intense. And it was
Finn
’s mouth taking her there.

The tightening changed to a dead calm and she knew the she was headed over.
Finn
sensed it to
o
, and clamped his lips down on her clit and sucked her deep into his mouth as his fingers swirled inside her, reaching up, trying to push her over.

Her
body convulsed its sweet release. What normally lasted a few seconds when Lizzie was alone, what had never happened when she’d done it with a partner in college, went on and on with
Finn
.

He made sure of it.

His mouth played over
her
sensitive skin, lapping, sucking, as he added a third finger just as she was coming down, sending her spiraling up yet again. He held her hips in place with his other hand, her writhing and rolling taking her away from him more than he would allow. Finally...finally, he eased his fingers from her and gently kissed her clit goodbye and allowed her to gently fall back to earth, cradling her hips and buttocks, chin resting in her curls.

Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, and she felt him make his way back up her body, stopping at the same places he had on the way down. Her hips. Her belly. Her breasts. Her neck. Kissing ea
ch place with a tenderness he
reacquired since his strong handling of her moments earlier. Leaving a trail of her own moistness on her skin with his mouth.

“Tell me what you want
,” he whispered once more into her neck.

Her arms skimmed down his back, squeezed his
tight
butt, reveling in its hardness, and swept to the front of him. She took his penis, throbbing now, pulsing with need. A need she understood,
even thoughs hers had just been met
. She reached over to the table, tore open a condom and rolled it onto him like the pro she in no way was. She guided his shaft to her opening and said, “Fuck me.”

He grabbed her hips and plunged himself inside her. She gasped, stilled. When he realized it wasn’t from pain, that, yes, she was very tight, but her long orgasm had made her wet and open to him, he began to pump into her.

His strokes were long and hard. Lizzie wrapped her arms around him, and instinctively drew her legs up and around his waist, drawing him deeper inside.

She felt so full, so…so….she didn’t want to think something schmaltzy like “complete” or
“like a woman”, but that was what it felt like to have
Finn
Robbins deep inside her. Clutching her hips and burying his face in the crook of her shoulder as he gasped her name. She clenched her internal muscles
causing
him
to groan
and pump harder. She was thinking about what else she could do to please him during his turn when she felt the tension beginning to build in her again.

Surely not. She wasn’t going to have another orgasm? So soon? And with
Finn
inside her, not from having her clitoris rubbed or licked? The idea was so
new to her
she dismissed it, but it soon was back as the unmistakable feelings of spiraling were upon her. It hit her so unaware she bit into
Finn
’s shoulder
. He didn’t even notice, so close to his own release.

Her shudders and spasms carried him over and he pumped quickly into her three more times then buried himself deep and spilled. Her orgasm milked him and the rolling of his hips was met with her own.

He lay on top of her for a long time, the weight of him welcomed by her arms wrapped around him, her calves slung over the back of his. After a while he got up and went out the door, kissing her on the nose as he left her. She heard the water in the bathroom run, figured he was disposing of the condom, and waited for him to return. When he did, he rolled her over to pull the covers free from under her, climbed in beside her and covered them both.

He spooned her from behind, his hand at first resting on her hip, then sliding down to her tummy in a movement similar to the one she did to herself every morning. She knew she should care, a little voice inside her was saying “his hand’s on your tummy, roll over, move the hand, put it on your boobs, something, anything, to distract him!” but she couldn’t find the energy to obey the voice. It faded away
,
its volume turned down.

Finn
nuzzled
her
neck and they lay quietly, each deep in their own thoughts, each nearing sleep.

“You were definitely worth the wait, Elizabeth,” he whispered as they both drifted off.

Chapter Sixteen

Call Sybil

Lizzie brushed the side of her bed
Finn
had slept on and felt nothing but the cool sheets. She checked the alarm clock. Early, but not that early. Had he left to sneak back into the farmhouse before his kids woke up? Certainly understandable, but
she
was disappointed. She’d hoped for an encore performance this morning.

She heard movement from downstairs, water running in the kitchen sink. God bless old houses where you could hear every movement. Thank goodness no one else had been in the house last night, for they sure would have heard an earful.

She found her beat-up, terry cloth robe - one of the few pieces of clothing she’d kept from her former size - and slipped it on, loving the way it wrapped around her body nearly twice. She was gone from her bedroom before she even realized that she hadn’t put her hand on her tummy this morning. She padded downstairs in bare feet, but when she rounded the corner to the living room she stopped, frozen in her tracks.

Finn
stood with his back to her dressed only in his jeans, slung low on his hips, his broad, tan back slightly bent as he looked at the knick knacks and photos in the curio cabinet in front of him. The reflection of his face in the glass cabinet doors shone at Lizzie like a mirror. In the morning light, she easily saw every nuance that passed over his face as he looked at the family photos.

The image was familiar to her, seeing
Finn
like that. A suffocating pain shot through her chest as she was hurled back in time, her memory betraying her with its startling clarity.

She’d gone to see him at the theater one night after the second showing had started and she knew he wouldn’t be very busy. She’d walked to Houghton by herself, not daring to tell even Alison and Katie that she was going. She’d been out of high school three weeks, summer was in full swing, she already had loads of tips from waitressing to take to State, and her tan was coming along nicely.

And she couldn’t stop crying herself to sleep at night.

Finn
had called a week before and said he wanted to see other girls. When she asked if that meant in addition to her or instead of her he didn’t give her a straight answer, but hemmed and hawed his way off of the phone.

He hadn’t called since.

She knew it was over, but she couldn’t stop herself from taking that fateful walk to Houghton to see him one more time. Maybe she’d act cool and sophisticated, calling his bluff, and say he was right, they should see other people too, but still continue to see each other - how about tomorrow? Maybe she’d throw pop in his face and call him every blue word she knew - and Alison had taught her a lot of them, much to Katie’s chagrin. Maybe...maybe she’d tell him she’d sleep with him - right now, in the projection room if that's what he wanted - if only he’d take her back.

Fantasizing about the pop throwing, her gait became slower as she realized she was more apt to play out the latter scenario.