Page 11 of Never Nix Up (The Arun Nixes #2)

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Hazel

F inn touches me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world, as if I’m some delicate, porcelain doll. When she gets me to lie down on the bed, she looks awed.

I don’t quite know how to take that. The people I’ve slept with before have always been enthusiastic, but never reverent. Her reverence unnerves me. How can I possibly live up to what she’s imagining?

But the best thing about this scene is that I don’t have to perform. Finn’s made it very clear that I just follow her instructions, and that’s all that matters.

She fiddles around behind me, plumping up pillows before she takes a scarf and offers it to me. “You happy with this as a blindfold?”

I take it, the silky material flowing between my fingers.

“I figure it’s soft enough that it’ll feel nice, but it’s not so silken that it’ll come undone any time you shift position.”

“Sure, let’s go for that then.” It’s mundane, our exchange, but there’s nothing mundane about the way that Finn looks at me before she ties the scarf behind my head, cutting off the light.

The lamp in her bedroom is soft, a warm glow, but I’ve been dealing with bright lights all day and the relief I feel to not have to process them is immense. I wait.

She makes me wait.

At first, I’m a little frustrated–what’s the point in getting all naked if Finn’s not going to touch me?–but soon I feel everything start to drop away. My anxieties, my fears, everything I’ve been bottling up for so long floats away as a frisson of excitement grows. I don’t know what she’s going to do, or at least, I don’t know what she’s going to do next. Or where. Or how.

She kisses me first, and that contact feels grounding, anchoring. And then she’s kissing across my jaw and down my neck and down down down until she can take my nipple in her mouth, just as she promised.

I almost arch off the bed entirely and her laughter is a caress.

“You okay there, baby?”

“Uh huh.” I can’t speak much, don’t want to speak much, to burst the delightful bubbles she’s put me in.

Her fingers touch me next, quickstepping across my skin in a pattern that I can’t predict. Darting here and there, stroking my sides and my breasts and my belly.

It tickles and I laugh, and feel the jiggle reverberate through my body, and the groan she emits is unbelievably satisfying.

“How you could have thought that I’d ever want you to change… I’m obsessed with you,” she says, and her words buffeting against my bellybutton as she kisses her way across my stomach. “Fuck you’re gorgeous, baby.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, smiling my pleasure in what I think is her direction. My arms are by my sides; I’m not entirely certain what I should be doing with them, but when her cheek grazes against my hand, I reach out and run my fingers through shorn hair. There’s a rumbling noise, as if she’s purring, and I bury them a little deeper.

“You have bewitched me,” she whispers, and her face is suddenly up near mine. She moves so close that I can feel her eyelashes fluttering against my cheek.

“Considering you’re the fae, that’s a pretty impressive effort on my part,” I joke.

But all jokes still when she spreads my legs.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” She’s laughing again, and it still feels like a caress. “Would you like me to stop?”

“Did I say red?” I know I’m sounding sassy now, but I don’t care. I feel playful.

“Oh you’re a traffic lights girl, huh? I figured we’d just say stop when we wanted to stop.”

“We can do that, but I don’t think I’m going to want to stop.” I reach up and pull her down until I feeling the buckle on her belt grind against my clit. “Don’t stop, Finn.”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, baby,” she says and pulls away.

I feel the absence of her acutely, cold air where she’d been warm against me before. Tentatively, I reach out, and she catches my hand, pressing a kiss to my knuckles.

“Patience, baby girl. I’m getting undressed, and I’m getting my paints.”

In the headiness of her touch, I’d forgotten about her promise to paint me. I’m excited and nervous all at once. I’m usually the painter, the artist, but tonight I’m the canvas and Finn is using me however she wants.