Page 128 of Wonderstruck

“Finn.” His name cried out of me, as I drowned under the pleasure wracking my entire body.

His grin was wicked as he pulled his fingers from me, and immediately I felt empty without him. But I didn’t have time to become that thought, not when his biceps flexed and his hands slipped beneath my thighs to lift my limp body to his, his mouth returning to mine right before my skin was moulding against something soft, and warm.

My hands flew behind me and I realised I was on hisbed.And then we we’re kissing again, with the same urgency all our kisses tonight had been powered by, as though someone could walk in any moment and burst our perfect little bubble.

Hunger devoured me as I reached for the waistbandof his briefs, my fingers not feeling like my own as they fumbled over the fabric. Luckily, whatever desperation was coursing through my body seemed to be coursing around Finn’s too, as he shrugged the fabric over his waist, past the deep V, and released the deep length of his cock.

I reached for it on instinct, wrapping my handaround him, savouring every primal noise he made as his head fell back. It was only fair to watch him unravel in the ways he’d watched me, and every second he spent with his head back, his throat bobbing, his hands flailing to stabilise himself until he settled on the back of my neck was glorious.

“I need you in me again.” I pleaded, earning meback his stare. “I’m on the pill,” I reassured him, as his hands glided around and cup my cheeks.

“Okay,” Hismouth was back on mine in a heartbeat, forcing my back to meet his sheets.

I savoured the feel of them as shuffled back,allowing him to slip between my legs. My pulse soared as he lifted my hips, gripping me for a better angle as the tip of his cock brushed against me.

Every nerve ending came alive when he did itagain, the tension that had exploded before building right back up, more intense this time. And I was ready for it. Ready to bask in its warmth for the rest of the night if he’d let me.

There was no holding back in his eyes any more,no guard or veil of defiance from me. We needed this.If only to drive home how right this was.

I let my hand travel down my stomach, fallingbetween my legs to guide him to my opening. It was as though we both felt in that moment that this wouldn’t work. Even on his knees, he was too tall, and I was even shorter lying down like this. Quick as anything, he reached over me, kissing me quickly on the way before he tugged two pillows from the head board.

He slid his hand under my back, lifting me likeI was a feather, as he placed the pillows under the small of my back. Pride lit his smile as he gripped his cock andguided it himself, the angle feeling so perfect that I was in two minds to tell him to wait, to drag it out as long as possible so it wouldnever end. But the second his tip found my entrance I deemed that a stupid thought, because I needed him in me. Right this second.

I watched his lips open, as his gaze travelled upmy body. “How hard—”

“Hard.” I breathed, impatience nipping at myspine. “I want you to fuck me, Finn.”

He nodded, slow and sure. “Okay,”

Our mouths met in a desperate kiss, his groan sneaking past and vibrating me. I was too consumed by him and his hold over me to think about anything other than the feel of him, the feel of him pushing inside of me. That tight, deliberate inch.

The next inch is when I let myself melt, myhands flailing to my hair, to my breasts, anything to lessen the pressure of what his cock was doing to me.

He broke our kiss for the next two inches, each push slow and painful, but no less earth-shattering.

I gasped at the fifth, feeling himeverywhere.

My thoughts halted with the next.

But the last inch? That was my undoing.

He takes me with one hard thrust, allowing me tofeel every delicious inch of him, right as my cry takes up every empty space in the room.

He was deep. So, unfathomably deep that I couldn’ttell where he ended and I started.He drove into me, his hand curling around theback of my neck to pull my mouth onto his. Our breaths mingled along with our moans, and the pleasure I was getting from his thrusts and his kiss was equally maddening.

“You’re perfect. Sofuckingperfect.” He moaned against my lips, before letting his mouth trail down my neck, nipping at the skin like he did before.

His pace was steady, but in the same breath, it was lethal. With every stroke ten times better than the last. I reached my arm behind me and fisted the sheets in my palm, giving me the leverage to buck against him, sending him deeper.

That deep, coiling sensation started to build again,tightening in my stomach and burning my spine. The frame of the bed creaked under the weight of us, but Finn didn't slow down. He didn’t worry about who might've be listening. And I was glad he didn’t, because all I could think about right now was him.

“Oh God,” I groaned, right as his mouth leftmine and he laid his forehead against mine.

Our ragged breaths were almost as out of controlas our kisses, our chests rising and falling against one another so we were practically one. His hand slipped from my hip to reach over me, gripping the headboard.

“I don’t want to let go.” He grunted, his headrolling back as his eyes raked down me, eating up every inch of my skin.

I released the sheets and set my hand on his jaw, feeling every muscle pulsing underneath, before locking our eyes. “I’m not going anywhere even when you do.”

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