Page 38 of Hands off his Dudette

Deciding that his body didn't need any more stimulus, he dropped the foot on his lap.

"What the hell was that!" Anna demanded to know.

Finn shrugged. Hell if he knew.

"I didn't know you were good with your hands."

He chuckled. "Well, you didn't ask."

"Can you do my back? My shoulder is killing me today."

Finn hesitated for a second, before carefully saying, "Sure. Sit up."

Wrong answer. Wrong turn. Abort mission. All retreat.

But she sat up, and moved her hair to her left shoulder. Finn moved behind her on the sofa, his legs parted either side of her, and pressed both of his hands hard into her shoulders.

"Mhhhh…"

Fuck. His dick was fully awake now, firmly pushing against his zipper. He was glad he'd changed into jeans—his suit trousers would have been helpless to conceal the raging hard on.

Finn did his best, finding and massaging tension through her neck, back, shoulder, then her arm, and shoulder blades.

He'd touched Anna, many times. Hugged her, held her close against him; but he'd never touched her like this, conscious of her every curve, feeling her softness and hardness.

"All right, done."

She turned sharply, her eyes wide. Then, the damn witch pouted. "But it feels so good! Please don't stop yet. If you show me how to, I'll do you next."

Each word that had come out of her mouth had been entirely innocent, he saw it in her eyes, and heard it in her voice. Damn her for making this awkward as fuck for him without even noticing it.

"Maybe tomorrow. Time for bed. We have to be up early tomorrow."

She rolled her eyes. "It's only ten." They rarely crashed before midnight. "Come on, just until the end of the episode."

"I can't, dudette."

She wasn't used to his saying no to her, so of course, she questioned it. "Are you tired already? Did you sleep badly?"

"Very," he replied. That wasn't entirely a lie. Then, he decided that he didn't need to lie at all. Not after their talk on the previous day. "But I can't touch you any more tonight, because it's making me want to touch you, Anna."

She gasped, her perfect little mouth opening up. It certainly didn't help matters.

"Oh."

"Yes, oh. Now, move your pretty ass. Time for bed."

Her eyes went down to the bulge in his pants, and grew wider yet.For a moment, she just stared at his crotch, and then her eyes returned to his. He laughed at her expression.

The next moment, he wasn't laughing at all.

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