Page 38 of Match Made in the Maldives

He wraps a towel around his waist, his cock poking against the fabric. With another cloth, he wraps me up like a burrito and carries me to bed, setting me down on one side. I don’t let him retreat. With my arm hooked over his neck, I want him here, always, by me. The glorious sound of his towel dropping prompts me to scoot toward the middle of the bed, my own towel falling open so Finn lays next to me, skin on skin.

His mouth surveys me, inch by inch, from my jaw to my pulse points to my breasts. I moan as his tongue flicks, sending a straight shot of longing to my center.

“I want you so bad,” I whisper on an exhale, my back arching into him.

“Louder.” He smirks, licking his way to my other peak.

“I want you. Fuck, I want you, Finn.”

He travels up my neck, his ocean-blue eyes level with mine. “Can I go down on you first? Please. I might lose my mind if I have to go another day without knowing how good you taste.”

I gulp. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

I nod because,yes, I’d love for that to happen, but I haven’t been with many men who’ve asked for it. It’s always been a special-occasion treat, nothing to beg for. Finn’s something else, though. He settles between my legs on his elbows, forearms hooked around my thighs and looking like he won the lottery. His facial hair tickles me as he goes in, his tongue tracing a line from my entrance to my clit. Finn latches there, sucking, licking, and pressing his lips into me in a rhythm so right my hips undulate with a mind of their own. We strike a luscious tempo, and Finn takes his time. He savors me, precisely like he wanted to. His hums of satisfaction travel up my body, and the closer I get, the more I writhe in his grip.

“Oh, yes. Right there.” My fingers run through his hair, and he moans into my core. “You can do this anytime you want. I’m yours, Finn.”

His arms tighten around my legs, amplifying the pressure of his face against me. He sounds almost feral, feasting on me with grunts of satisfaction and matching the back-and-forth sway of my hips.

The throbs of my desire become too much and my orgasm erupts, sending shockwaves to every limb as I rock in euphoria. Finn’s along for the ride—he doesn’t seem bothered that I buck against him—using that wonderful mouth of his to send aftershocks shooting through me. He pulls away once I’m done, with the most euphoric look on his face.

“How’s that ankle?” he asks, collapsing into the bed next to me.

“Unbelievable. Best ankle I ever had.”

“Good.”

I taste myself on his lips, along with a hint of crisp soap. When my hand finds his cock, I gasp at how turned on he is, all from me. Any doubt that he only sees me as his best friend’s little sister has vanished forever, and I’m only left wondering why we weren’t doing this together much, much sooner. As I stroke him, his eyes close, and a classic Finn smile spreads across his face.

“I want you inside of me.”

He curses under his breath. “I—Do you have a condom?”

“I have an IUD, and I’m clean. Tested after…recently. You?”

“Okay. Me, too.”

Finn pulls me close and we’re kissing again as I hook my leg over him. Lifting onto his arm, Finn maneuvers himself on top of me, his tip posed at my entrance. Then he’s pushing inside of me, stretching me to fit him. Enveloping him sends an ache throughout my entire body, like I could burst from how well we slot together. Once he’s almost filled me to the hilt, I grip his torso and lure him toward me, forcing him deeper.

“Shit,” he says, leaning his head back. “Lou, that’s so good.”

“I want this. I want this all the time.”

We laugh, the moment of levity reminding me I’m here with him, Finn, someone I trust and care about. Sure, I’m excited about what’s next, but I want it more than ever before because it’shim. He’s the person I can be my entire, true self around, and he won’t tire of me. I’d worried that all the baggage of us knowing each other since we were young would get in the way, but it’s the very reason we work—because he knows me better than anyone.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Lou.”

“Worth the wait?”

“Yes.” He pulls out to the tip again, then slides back in, and we both pant in pleasure. “Have to make up for lost time, though.”

“I’m fine with that. Never stop fucking me, Finn. Don’t. Stop.”

With a thrust of his hips, and another, we both move in unison and gasp as the intensity grows. A second orgasm, a deeper one, unfurls. A primal part of me takes over, and I’m grinding into him, unable to get enough. Giving and taking. When his thumb reaches down and applies generous pressure to my clit, I could cry. He builds me up, and the edge of an orgasm is so close my legs quiver.

“Harder,” I say, and he collides into me in a determined way that makes me both thrilled and almost frightened of the extraordinary release I know is to come. “Yes. So good. So deep.”

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