Page 64 of Dare to Love Again

His words buzzed against her heated flesh, and the way his lips and tongue worked her clit was more intense than her best vibrator ever.

“Finn,” she moaned her hands in his hair, pulling him tighter against her.

“Sweetest fucking cunt ever,” he said while sucking the hard nub into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue from inside.

“Oh, my god...I can’t wait.”

“Don’t, baby. Come for me now, so I can gobble up more of your honeyed sweetness.”

As soon as he drove his tongue inside her, her entire body shook and convulsed, ripples of pleasure gripping her from the inside out as her back arched, her hips came off the armrest, and her thighs clamped around his head in an explosion of ecstasy.

Before the tremors left her body, he was on his feet, tearing off his clothes. Vaguely, she heard the crinkle of a foil wrapper as he saw to protection.

“My turn,” he growled as with cock in hand, an impressive sight she greedily consumed, he guided himself to her center.

With his path eased by the slickness his incredible mouth had created, he sank into her in one thrust, stretching and filling her as his nearly overwhelming presence set off more waves of pleasure inside her.

Finn groaned, moving as she clamped down around him. It wasn’t enough evidently because leaning forward, he slipped his hands under her, and with easy strength lifted her from the couch. Her body weight drove her down farther on his cock. She gasped, his possession so incredibly deep as he switched their positions, with him seated on the couch and her on top, straddling his thighs.

She raised her hands to sweep her hair out of her face, and he claimed her breasts, one with his mouth, drawing her nipple inside to suck and nibble, and curving his hand beneath the other, his thumb and finger rolling and tugging at the peak. It felt so damn good, she couldn’t focus on anything except the incredible pleasure he was giving her.

Esme’s head fell back, one hand coming to the back of his head, holding him there, while the other covered his at her breast. Then, despite the shattering climax of only moments before, she arched into him, selfishly taking more.

Finn had other ideas, however, and released her nipple with a pop.

“It seems one of us is being mighty greedy.” He moved her hands behind her neck. “Keep those there.” With fingers curled around her hips to steady her, he scooted down the couch. “Since you’ve come once while I did the work, for my turn, I want to lie back and watch while you ride me.”

Esme had no problem with that. Except with her legs spread wide over his thickly muscled thighs, when she attempted to move, she realized with nothing to hold on to, it wasn’t as easy as she thought.

Glancing down, she saw his gaze hungrily roving her body. “May I use my hands, sir?”

“Nope, with them behind your neck, your breasts sway with your movements.” He reached up and tweaked one pouty nipple. “And I have full access to play.”

She tried again, moving upward but only slightly.

He wrapped his fingers around her ankles and brought them forward until she was frog-sitting on his lap. “Try again.”

How he thought this would be easier, she wasn’t sure. The best she could do was rock and grind against him, neither of which he seemed to mind. She didn’t, either, because his hands never stopped moving, teasing her breasts, running up and down her sides and over her thighs, and he didn’t neglect the parts in between. With her legs splayed wide, his thumb easily homed in on her clit. She lost what little rhythm she had as he created shivers of delight with his skilled touch.

After this went on for several wonderfully torturous moments, he stopped, but he was far from done. With his hands curled under her bottom, he helped her move, lifting her higher and letting gravity help her take the entire length of his hard shaft. He did it slowly, bringing her almost all the way off before he let her slide down then repeating again, and again. They inhaled together on the upstroke, sighing in Esme’s case, and Finn groaned on the downstroke as her pussy enveloped him tightly.

“Keep going,” he ordered, his already low voice growing deeper with his increasing need.

“I could do this better and move faster if I could put my hands on your shoulders for balance.”

“Probably, and we’ll get there, but right now, I want it slow because I’m enjoying the hell out of the show.”

Legs brazenly spread, breasts bouncing as she rode him, she flushed hotly. But it was his turn, and she wanted to give him as much as he’d given her.

When she moved up again, he held her poised with only the head of his cock in her pussy, his eyes fixed on where they joined and with excruciating slowness, inch by exquisite inch, he eased her back down.

“We fit together perfectly, like a custom-made lock and key.”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned. “You fill me so full there is no space left inside.”

His gaze rose to hers, his green eyes colliding with her own, then he repeated the motion, but on the return glide, he thrust upward with his hips, sinking deeper, and proving her wrong.

With a sharply indrawn breath, her muscles clamped around him, and she shuddered, unsure how much longer she could play his erotic game. Tired of the slow torture, or perhaps feeling merciful, he flipped her on her back onto the wide cushions. Without withdrawing, he settled between her thighs, hitching one of her legs up high on his hip. While propped on his elbows, gazing down at her, he thrust hard and deep, at fucking last.

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