Worth the Weight (28 page)

She gladly followed, but reached out and turned the light switch off as she took her first step. He stopped abruptly, causing her to crash into his chest. Through all this movement, their mouths remained completely fused together. He reached back behind her and turned the switch on. It was as if there were a power surge because just as suddenly
she
turned the light back off.

“No. I want to see you, Liz,” he gasped, managing to take in some badly needed air and resume his penetrating kiss once more.

She tensed at his words, but let it pass, knowing she had thought this scenario through. She reluctantly broke from the kiss and moved to the dresser by the door and lit the candle she’d placed there earlier. Her foresight had once again saved her. Hah! Let Alison make fun of her lack of spontaneity all she wanted. Lizzie
would never be caught unawares.

“There. That’s better than that harsh light, isn’t it?” she asked, and led him away from the wall, and light switch, before he could answer.

The room was cast in a warm glow that allowed them to see each other, but was faint and soft. “I don’t know. I want to see you very clearly when you’re beneath me and coming,” he said, his voice low.

The comment put her back on her game. She could verbally volley with
Finn
like there was no tomorrow. Probably because up until now that was all she’d allowed.
She
gave him a wicked smile. “You’re assuming you’ll be on top.”

His grin split his hard face. “Oh, I’ll be on top all right. That’s always how I pictured you,
beneath me, squirming, calling my name, holding my face in your hands like you do…” He cut himself off and
she
could tell he had said more than he’d intended.

He lightened his tone. “Of course, after the first time, you can be on top…” He took her hand and led her, stopping at the side of the bed. “Or on the bottom…” He turned her around, her back to him and unzipped her dress in a swift motion. “Or on your side…” He brushed the shift from her shoulders, down her arms, easing it past her waist and hips and let it drop to the floor where
she
stepped out of it and
he
nudged
it away. “Or on all fours…” He turned her around to face him and his eyes swept her from head to toe. “Or hanging from the canopy for all I care.”

She
felt her knees almost go out from under her, but caught herself. She musn’t show how affected by
Finn
she was. She needed to keep her cool on the outside. Even if she was burning up – and soaking wet – on the inside. “You’re assuming there’ll be more than the first time,” she said but only met his impish grin with one of her own. They both knew once would not be enough.

She
watched as
his
gaze traveled over her. It took great will power not to visibly suck anything in or stick anything else out. She wore a white lace and satin bra and panty set. It had intricate beading along the top edge of the cups and the vee inset of the panties. Normally she wouldn’t wear white undergarments with a black dress, but she did tonight. She had chosen white knowing that
Finn
still harbored that good-girl innocence thing he’d always pinned on her. Rightfully so, at the time.

She saw him look at both bedside tables, presumably for a lamp to see her better, but
she’d
removed them earlier, spreading books and papers from work around so that there was no obvious place where they’d been. He seemed to accept there’d be no more light shed upon her, and he looked at her once more. “God, but you’re a woman, Liz.”

Is that good? I guess it was better than being called a man, but…
She guessed it was a compliment, but years of shopping in the “woman sizes” sections of department stores made the term stick in
her
throat.

He
seemed to sense her hesitation. “I mean, all those soft
curves…you’re so beautiful
.”

The word she picked up on - soft - resonated in her ears while beautiful slid past.

Screw it. He wanted her, curves and all. Looking down and seeing his growing erection outlined by his khakis drove that point home. It also made her realize she stood near naked to his fully clothed. She stepped forward and set about evening the playing field.

She rapidly undid the buttons from his shirt and pulled it from his pants, eliciting a hiss from
Finn
as the material dragged across his penis. She didn’t care, she wanted to see his chest. She was a little more careful unzipping his pants and easing them down his lean hips. He stepped out of them and kicked the pants and his shoes off at the same time. He leaned down and stripped off his socks, and took Lizzie’s sandals from her feet. She took the moment to measure the man he’d become.

She wasn’t disappointed.

His
was not a body created in a gym like the executives she knew. It wasn’t a body sculpted for physical greatness like the athletes she represented. It was a body honed from hard work, from lifting and piling and carrying. His back and shoulders, hunched over to administer to the straps of her sandals, were strong and broad, the muscles snaked across his bones and corded together at the base of his neck.

When he stood again, wearing only his boxers and a shit-eating grin that made her nipples tighten, she garnered a view of his sumptuous chest. Dark brown hair whorled across it
, then
trickled into a line which
led down past his boxers. Needing to see where the line ended, as if looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, she pushed off his boxers and was rewarded with the sight of a fully aroused, puls
ing erection
.

She
brushed the back of her hand against it and delighted in the whoosh of breath that left
him
. She turned her palm in and gently took him in her hand and began a slow stroke, reaching the entire length of his generous shaft, lingering at the velvety soft head and back down again.

Finn
’s head was thrown back in enjoyment and Lizzie basked in his pleasure. She could feel him tensing and pulsing under her hand, hear his sharp breathing become more and more labored the faster she stroked. He suddenly seemed to realize there was a woman attached to the hand getting him off. His head sprung back, his eyes, heavy-lidded and a deeper blue than she remembered, gazed at
her
.

His hands went to her back, presumably to undo her bra and she sidestepped him, scooting onto the bed.
She
wanted to be lying down when she was naked for the first time. That way, if she kind of held her arms at her sides and arched her back a little, everything fell into place in the most flattering of ways.

The sudden loss of her hand from his dick, made
Finn
very aware of
her
movements
, but
didn’t seem to mind her move to the bed.

He lifted her legs
which
dangled down the side of the bed and followed them as he placed them in the center of the mattress, himself over her. He eased her legs apart to allow him room to kneel above her.

This was perfect. Exactly the position she wanted to be in. She reached around and undid the clasp of the bra herself. She slid the straps and cups from her slowly, holding them in front of her breasts, watching
Finn
’s eyes devour her. It would seem to him as if she was doing a slow striptease, or was bashful. The truth was, this way she could arrange her
heavy
breasts at their best vantage. She lost her train of thought when her hands brushed across her nipples and she let out a g
asp, unaware they’
d become so
sensitive.

Finn
watched every movement. As if he was determined to make that gasp come from her himself, he tore the bra from her hands. He saw the aching buds that had caused her gasp, and placed his hands on both her breasts, cupping their fullness, lifting, brushing his thumbs against her nipples. She gasped
again
, and a self-satisfied smile played on
his
mouth.

He slid from the bed and headed toward his pants. Finding them, he reached into the back pocket and threw a handful of condoms onto the bedside table. “So I don’t have to stop to find them later, when I’m not sure I’ll be able to function.” He got back on the bed, in the exact same position he had been before, right down to his hands fondling her breasts.

She smiled. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” She had started taking the pill four months ago, in expectation of becoming sexually active again this summer.

Always have a plan.

His hands still
ed momentarily at her words,
then began to caress her again. “Not good enough,” he said.

She
thought about what
his ex-wife
Dana had done to him, the trust and faith he must have lost along the way
,
and only nodded her understanding. Besides, there were still STDs to think about. She knew she was clean, but didn’t want to tell
Finn
the way she knew that particular fact was that she hadn’t had sex in fifteen years. If he wore a condom, they could avoid that conversation altogether.

His
hands skimmed down
her
waist and she closed her eyes in dread. To her delight, his
hands only briefly lingered on her waist, lowering further. His hands stilled and
she
opened her eyes. He was watching the play of his deeply tanned hand against her lighter skinned hip and the shocking white of her panties. Three very distinct shades of color.

His other hand left her breast now as he slipped his fingers around the elastic waist and slid
her
panties over her hips, past her thighs and over her feet. He held them in his hand for a moment and Lizzie saw his gaze move from her panties to her body. A swallow of fear passed her throat as she envisioned his face scrunching up in disgust and saying something like, “I’m sorry, there’s someplace I need to be,” and scurrying for the door. Or worse, losing that glorious erection.

She’d be back to square one on her plan, but knew she’d never be able to try again after suffering another such humiliation. A lot was riding on this. She scoured his face for any sign of disgust and watched as his eyes
narrowed and his mouth hardened
. What did that mean?

He laid his hand on her mound and pressed lightly. “God, Liz, I can’t remember wanting a woman more in my entire life than I do right now.”

She knew it was the claiming of something he had been denied before and not an overwhelming desire for her body that he was feeling, but she didn’t care.
She passed inspection!
Granted, she was in the most conducive position and there was only the dim candlelight from across the room for him to see her by.

She’d take it.

She raised her arms along her sides, which, she knew pushed her boobs together in a rather pleasing way, and reached for him.

He
fell
on her, but caught his weight on his arms at the last moment. He settled in, rubbing his hard dick against her, making room for himself, her legs opened just wide enough to let him in, but close enough to keep contact with his hips and thighs.

She let out a soft sigh as the contact hit her. She looked up to see him staring down at her. Out of habit
–
out of necessity
–
she reached up and cupped his face in her hands, their eyes locking. They had been in this exact position many times before, but always with the barrier of several layers of clothes. To feel his rough hair
against
her breasts, along her belly, was exquisite.

To have such close physical contact with someone - anyone - again after so long, nearly
made Lizzie weep. She knew she’
d missed being touched
, but she ha
dn’t realize
d
how much she missed touching someone. It felt so good to have warm, pulsing skin beneath your palms. To feel crisp chest hair tangle in your fingertips.

He nuzzled her neck and collarbone, kissed below her ear and brought his head back up again, her hands still gently cradling it. He looked at her eyes, pupils dilated with desire, and in a low voice, said, “Tell me what you want, Liz. Anything. I want to make you happy.”

The words seemed to shock them both. Did he know how unhappy she’d been? Could he tell this was her first time in fifteen years? Would she die of embarrassment if he called her on it?

He rolled his hips, giving her a taste of how he’d help her find happiness and sai
d again, “Tell me what you want
.”

It was an open invitation if she could find the guts to take it. What
did
she want from him? She wasn’t entirely sure, but didn’t think she
could
say something along the lines of “I want to know that I am sexually satisfying to a man, that I can come without the aid of a vibrator, that my body does not disgust you and that I can have fulfilling, mind-blowing sex. And oh yeah,
then I’m going to go find someone else to have it with on a long term basis.”