Chapter 44 No regrets
“Lys.” A breathless Finn whispered against my lips. “They would not…”
I rolled, and got on top of him.
I did not want to hear it. Not now. Not when I feared this ache between my legs would kill me if it went on unsoothed.
Not when my body was on fire.
My long-buried selfishness gained life in that moment. I wanted to cling to this excuse of being out of control, the inability of a werewolf to resist the magic of an old witch.
This was possibly my only chance to ever be with Finn, and the selfish version of Lys that had taken a break since four years ago was on active duty again.
“Before we proceed…” He tried to move me away, but the sudden hip movement pitched me up, pushing my pelvis up and back down his stiff cock.
We froze, staring at each other.
“Lys.” His voice was strained, his eyes still that bright yellow, burning with the desperate hunger that must have been reflected in my eyes.
“Do you want this?” I whispered, deciding to get off him if he said one more word of protest.
“Yes.” His hands seized my waist on both sides.
I gasped.
“gods, yes.” His eyes closed temporarily, jaw tight with the intensity of his need.
“But you have not done this before, and I…” His fingers were digging into my waist now, a tight cinch that trapped me on top of him.
Was it so obvious? I never told him I was a virgin.
“This is enough.” I rocked my hips once. His eyes popped.
“Yes?”
He nodded quickly. One hand moved down to cup my ass and my body jerked. This involuntary movement pushed my pelvis harder against his length.
His face changed, as if suddenly possessed.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I… I did not mean to hurt you.”
His eyes softened, and then he gave me one of those rare smiles. “You didn’t, silly.”
I gasped when he squeezed my ass again, harder this time. His thumb and forefinger shifted inward, digging into my crack.
And my whole body convulsed.
His brows furrowed, intrigued. He moved his fingers again, more intentionally this time and I moaned, grinding down into his finger as my pussy clenched and unclenhed.
“You liked that?” He looked surprised.
He stroked more lightly this time, the fabric of my shorts causing sweet, sweet friction.
“Night take me,” I arched over his body. Thunder cracked outside, vibrating against the floor and the clouds broke.
The rain sounded like a million horses running on the roof, like pebbles against the window.
He yanked my hips forward, and moved his own hips around, under me as I gasped and panted.
My pussy was a living, breathing thing now, separate from me, weeping, begging to be stuffed.
He lined my body till I was sitting on the long line of his erection.
And still holding my waist, he began to move me back and forth, giving my clit extra attention every time I rolled forward.
I was so wet now both my shorts and the cotton fabric of his slacks were damp.
I fell against his chest, moaning, moving, begging for more.
“Just follow my lead,” he cooed in my ear. His nose nuzzled my neck, sniffing hard and drinking in the scent of my hair.
“You can move,” he whispered, “move however you like, I’ll do the rest.”
I sat up again and did what felt instinctively right as the rain poured outside like it intended to flood the earth.
With an inhale, I found my core and began to move my hips the way I tango danced with Kade in our free time at the academy.
I rolled my hips, rocked from side to side, grinding down against him. Our voices rose higher and higher. I moaned, he groaned, I pressed down against the crown of his cock, and he pushed up, grinding my clit with desperation.
Heat spread across my skin, my nipples hardened into ice chips, delicious jolts went up into my pussy and traveled all the way to my toes.
I was floating, moaning, grinding.
His hands were clamped on my hips the whole time, moving me up, down, as I rocked my hips from side to side, back to front.
The sight of him under me was pleasure on its own. Beautiful, beautiful man. Sweat sticking ringlets of loose curls to his temple.
His arms were taut, swol, and shining with sweat. I realized he was stronger than I thought. Whatever his workout routine was, it had to be something that helped with endurance.
“Look at those tits.” he groaned now, biting his lip hard as he stared at my heaving breasts.
I cursed, his words yet another thrill that sent sizzling electricity down my spine and made me clit pulse.
My pleasure was climbing, every sensation I felt heightening.
And I found myself chasing, chasing something I did not understand.
Running up some type of hill not because I knew what was waiting there for me, but because the most natural part of me felt it was right to do so.
“Oh.” My eyes widened. My gaze fell down to where my thighs had started to contract, to tremble.
Shivers ran up my pussy, my ass, my abdomen like hot volts of electricity, a sweetness that was driving me insane.
“You’re about to come, baby,” he moved a hand and grabbed my chin. Holding my face tightly to stare at him.
My cheeks flushed, a momentary embarrassment, but he shook his head.
“Keep your eyes on me.” His hand traveled from my face, caressing down my neck. “gods, you're beautiful, Lys. You have no idea how good you look right now.”
I moaned. From him, those words sounded new.
He made words that I heard every day special, and suddenly it did not feel like we had clothes on anymore.
It felt like nothing separated us.
“Yes,” he groaned with a sudden fierceness and clutched my breasts as my body bounced above him.
The storm broke, rushing through me, splitting me in two.
I cried out his name as he continued to groan yes, yes below me, kneading my clit between us the whole time, grinding up the slit between my pussy, moving his hand under my shirt to palm my bare breast.
My loud cry blended with the thunder, rolled with it into the clouds as he yanked my nipples even as I came apart above him.
I jerked and jerked as my first orgasm wrung me inside out.
And as my soul returned from wherever it had gone to, and my body stilled, I realised I had moaned his name the whole time, and I was still whispering it.
Finn
Finn
Finn
“Yes sweetheart.” He sat up and pulled me to himself.
His lips were a hot brand against mine, moving in a searing kiss, “Now please don’t say you regret it.” He pleaded against my lips.
I wove my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, clinging to him.
“I don’t. This is the….” I whispered, "...this is the best night of my life.”
His palm moved up to caress my cheek before I realized I was crying.
Holding me to himself, he turned and lowered my back to the floor.
Then he broke our kiss and just stared at me, like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.
I blushed and he winked.
He grabbed my waist band, and started to pull my shorts down.