Worth the Weight (34 page)

“
Finn
,” she began, hesitation in her voice.

“Ssshh. Let me.” He took her hands in his, feeling the round globes beneath and tried to gently pry her fingers loose.

“Let’s lay down,” she said.

“No. I want you here, in front of the mirror.” He gave her hands another tug and she allowed him to take the bra away from her.

No longer having the support of the sturdy bra, her heavy breasts hung low and full. He heard her groan, but ignored it, his stare not leaving the heaving flesh, the puckered aureoles, the blushed, hardening nipples.

“God, you have unbelievable tits, Liz,” he murmured into her neck as his hands reached for them.

She beat him there, cupping them herself. “Yeah, unbelievable that they’re down here, when they should be up here,” she said, lifting them to the higher position they’d occupied in her youth.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, but then brushed her hands away and took the mounds into his own hands, letting them lower to their natural position. He began to caress the flesh, feeling it tighten and firm under his gentle touch. His thumbs brushed across her nipples, watching in the mirror as they visibly tightened. “No, they’re right where they’re supposed to be. In my hands.” It was corny as hell, but he meant it. “They’re big and full and real…”

“And thirty-
some
years old,” she added.

“Right. They’re the breasts of a woman, Liz. And they’re incredible.” He pushed her breasts together. “God, how I want to bury myself in them. Bury my mouth. Bury my face. Bury my cock.” He allowed his eyes to leave the image of his hands on her and found her eyes in the mirror. She lowered her warm eyes, not able to watch him, or not able to hear his blunt words, he wasn’t sure which. It didn’t matter, he’d give her more of both.

He kissed her neck, tracing his tongue back and forth across her pulse point. Sucking on her tender flesh until he’d marked her. Childish, he knew, but he liked the idea of Liz wearing his brand.

He didn’t want to ever leave her breasts. Could play with them for hours, which he had on one occasion in the barn. This was better. It had been dark then, and seeing Liz’s flesh blush,
watching
the arousal on her face, not only feeling but watching the tight puckering, was intoxicating. He raised a hand to her lips directing her to take his fingers in her warm, wet mouth, fully saturating them. She did, and he returned to her nipples, his slick fingers now playing a tantalizing push, pull and pinch game.

She rubbed her ass against his erection, reminding him she still wore her satin panties. Not
for long. Amidst a low growl that grinding her sweet
ass
against him brought, he left her breasts and moved his hands down her sides to the waistband of her panties.

Apparently she had forgotten about her panties as well, because her back stiffened against his chest as he moved to take them from her. “
Finn
, let’s move to the bed,” she whispered, her voice quavering.

“Not yet, babe, I need to see all of you.” Before her hands could reach his, he slid her panties down her hips and thighs, right to the floor. She reluctantly stepped out of them and nudged them aside.

He rea
lized she must have been using different
swimsuits when she was at Alison’s because there was no definite tan line, just a fading of deep tan into pale, creamy skin. The tan of her legs and arms was much deeper due to the days she spent in his strawberry fields. There was a strip of tan at her belly where
Finn
figured she had lifted the top of that thing she called a tankini. Just a sweet little strip of tan right at her belly button. It wasn’t even as wide as his hand. He placed his fingers along the strip, unable to take his eyes from the delicious contrast of skin tones. God, he’d missed out on so much these last few weeks not being able to see her clearly while they had sex. It had always been with that one, damn candle burning all the way across her room. Or in the barn after twilight with only the dimming daylight coming through the slats of the walls. They’d kept the door of the barn closed
and locked
because Liz turned out to be a bit of a shrieker, much to
Finn
’s delight.

He turned his gaze to her face and watched as her eyes took a quick invent
ory of her fully naked body,
then dropped to the floor, not willing to look at herself any longer.

Had he lost her? It wasn’t his intention to humiliate her. Hell no, he just wanted her to see herself as he saw her. A gorgeous, mature, curvy woman that made him feel like no woman ever had.

“What do you see
?” His hands smoothed down her hips, tempted to dip into her raven curls, sure he would find her wet with desire. He fought down the temptation, wanting to take it slow, even though her bikini wax shaped her glistening curls into a kind of landing strip.
So he could find his way home
. He’d felt it before, but finally seeing the neatly
trimmed
hair just about sent him out of his mind.

She
shook her head, unable, or unwilling, to answer his question. He wrapped one hand around her waist, guided to the little strip of tan, and his other hand went to her chin, lifting it. Daring her to meet his gaze in the mirror.

Not one to back down from a challenge - not his Liz - she met his stare, and lifted her chin out of his hold.

“You want to know what I see?” she said, defiance in her voice. She didn’t wait for his nod to go on. “I’ll tell you what I see. I see a woman who abused her body for years and now must pay the price. I see droopy boobs, a flabby belly, inner thighs that jiggle when I walk. And stretch marks. Lots and lots of stretch marks.” The breath whooshed out of her and
Finn
wondered if she’d collapse in his arms. She didn’t. In fact, she stood even straighter, moved away from the warmth of his chest, leaving
him
bereft of their shared heat.

“Some people call stretch marks badges of honor,” he offered up. His hands grazed the silver marks at the tops of her breasts. The same marks he’d noticed the first night she’d been at the farm and he’d gotten her blouse off. His touch moved lower, feeling the slight rise of the marks along her abdomen and hips. It was funny that they seemed like such a big deal to her when they didn’t diminish his desire one bit. He would never have thought twice about them if
she hadn’t pointed them out.

She
snorted. “Yeah, badge of honor if you have a baby to show for your troubles.
”
She started to go on, but
he
could see he needed to get her out of this frame of mind.

“Okay. That’s what you see. Now let me tell you what I see.” He took her shoulders and pulled her back against him, pushing his firm erection into her ass and lower back, driving home the point he was about to make; that no matter how she saw herself, she made him unbelievably hard.

His hands began to touch her everywhere. Feather light touches all over her body. His fingers continued their sweeping as he kept his eyes pinned to hers in the mirror and began speaking.

“I see a woman whose full breasts were not only made to nurse babies, but were made for a man’s pleasure.
”
His fingers trailed across her nipples. “I see a woman with wide hips, for easy birthing, or for a man to grab onto as you ride him.” His fingers bit into the flesh at her hips and he pulled her tighter against his cock, rubbing himself against her. She let out a soft moan, but her eyes never left his, even as her head fell back against his shoulder.

“I see a woman whose tummy is a soft pillow to rest my head on after I’ve gone down on her.” Her hands finally moved for the first time since he’d pulled her bra out of her grasp. They went to his arms, but instead of stilling him, or pushing him away, they rested on top of his. Her hands on top of his hands, wanting to follow him as he adored h
er body. Wanting to believe him
. Needing to believe him.

He would make her believe, because it was the truth. He loved her body.

“I see a woman whose pussy gets drenched every time I touch her. Who comes hard when I rub her clit and whisper in her ear how bad I want to fuck her.” His hand, with hers atop, skimmed through her curls and proved his point when his fingers easily slid through her soaking cleft. Her
clit
was already peeking from its hood, hard and throbbing. He began to slowly stroke her and a low moan of delight escaped her lips.

“I see all those things, Liz, all those parts. But you know what I s
ee when I look at the whole
? Do you know what I see?” His voice was rough with arousal. His stroking picked up speed now, and his other hand, still entwined with hers, returned to her breasts. His kneading was no longer gentle, and he could feel her responding to his rougher touch. She liked it a little rough, his good girl. She also liked when he talked dirty to her, he could see that in the way her body trembled.

“No,” she answered, barely able to get the word out. His eyes wouldn’t allow her to look away. He instinctively knew she wanted to see his eyes when he said what he intended to say. “What do you see?” she asked.

“I see the woman I’m in love with.” At her deep intake of breath he released his
hold on her and spun her around
to face him. He crushed his mouth down on hers, devouring her warm, sensuous lips, gliding past with his tongue, intent on finding hers. He did
,
and they tangled their wetness against each other as their bodies pressed tight, her
tits
crushed to his chest, his
hard dick
shoved into her mound.

He couldn’t believe he’d just said that
.
He knew it
was true, but to say it. Jesus.
But as the words tumbled out of him,
Finn
felt a lightening from his chest. He trusted Liz completely. Even if she didn’t feel the same way - and he had a strong suspicion that she did - telling her that he loved her would be okay. Liz would never hurt him. Would never flaunt his love for her, or use it like a weapon as Dana had his love for the kids. No, Liz was the one person he could trust with
his heart.

He started moving backward to the bed, not letting go of her body or her mouth. When the back of his legs came in contact with the edge of the bed, he turned and gently eased them both down to the mattress, pushing the comforter out of the way, wanting to feel the cool of the sheets against the heat of their skin.

The embrace and kiss broke as they situated themselves on the bed, Liz reaching for him as soon as she was lying down. She held his face in her hands.
Finn
could see the shine of unshed tears in her eyes. Oh hell, he hadn’t wanted to make her cry. But he had to let her know what he saw when he looked at her. What he felt every time he looked at her.

Now,
away from the mirror, looking directly
into each other’s eyes, he needed to make sure she knew his words weren’t just a pep talk for her failing self-image. He kissed her tenderly once on her lips and again told her how he felt.

“I love you, Elizabeth Hampton.
”

It wasn’t like before, Lizzie thought, and not only because this time the lights were on. No, tonight was different. She wasn’t thinking about how her body felt to
Finn
, she was thinking about what
Finn
made her body feel. Actually, she wasn’t thinking at all, just feeling. And it was wonderful.

He’
d seen her at her worst. In bright, harsh light, standing naked. Not lying down, where she could position herself to a better advantage. No, there she stood, letting everything hang out, or down, as the case may be.

Seeing herself,
really seeing herself
, in the mirror in front of
Finn
was one of the hardest things she’d ever done.
And the most liberating. She’
d disclosed to him her harshest opinions of herself, totally believing them, and yet hoping beyond hope, he could see past them.

Obviously he had, because he still wanted her. His hunger, his lust, his desire were plain in his eyes. It wasn’t pity or understanding, or compassion that shone from those gorgeous blue peepers. No, it was pure want. Pure need.

But best of all, he loved her.
Finn
Robbins was in love with her.

“Prove it,” she whispered to him, “make love to me,
Finn
.”

He ducked his head to kiss her. To be able to fully concentrate on the sweet sensations that his mouth brought hers instead of where his hands may be roaming - and what they may be finding - gave new depth to
Finn
’s kisses. Had she known how soft his lips were? How the rough texture of his tongue was tantalizing against her own? How, when she sucked on his tongue, he shivered.

They’
d
been
together nearly every night for the last three weeks and yet Lizzie’s
body hummed like it’
d never been touched.