Page 92 of Finlay

“These nipples? They’re so responsive,” he said. “Perfectly so.”

His hand moved south to my stomach. “This stomach? The perfect shape for me to fall asleep on—something I plan on doing tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“Oh, I’m not letting ye leave my bed tonight, Chester. I’m going to smooth away your fears with my hands. Counter your protests with my mouth. Fuck away your inhibitions with my cock.”

Fuck me, Finn was a dirty talker too? I’d suspected it after last time, but this was a whole new level, and I was so here for it. This was the opposite of clinical, scheduled sex.

It was filthy. Unfiltered. Exactly what I’d never realised I wanted. Needed.

And he hadn’t even fucked me yet.

His hand slid further south, going beneath him to encircle my shaft. “This cock? It’s my new favourite thing to devour. It’s the perfect size to fill my throat. Maybe one day, if you feel like it, I bet it’ll be the perfect size to hit my prostate too.”

I bucked into his hold. I might have preferred to bottom, but the thought of being inside Finn? Of seeing him come undone on my cock? “I want that. Fuck.”

Finn wasn’t done either. He reached behind himself, lightly squeezing my thigh. “And these thighs, Chester. I want them wrapped around my neck while I suck you down. I want them fucking suffocating me with their perfection.”

He trailed his fingers back up my body, pausing right over my heart. “This is perfect because it houses the part of you I want the most.”

My breath caught in my throat, but he moved on quickly, like he knew the weight of what he’d just said and wanted to distract me before it sent me running. Once again proving how eerily well he understood me.

He fluttered his fingertips over my lips. “These lips feel like heaven. Doesn’t seem to matter what part of my bodythey’re on either. So long as they’re on me somewhere, the effect is the same. Utter perfection.”

His praise was everything I’d dreamed of hearing from a lover, but somehow too much. I wasn’t worthy of it. Didn’t Finn know I was a sure thing? He didn’t need to flatter his way into bed with me. I was already here.

I was squirming beneath him now, his grip on my wrists and the weight of him the only things keeping me in place. “You don’t need to?—”

Finn leant down so his face was hovering over mine. There was no threat in it, just pure unadulterated desire. “But Iwantto, Chester. That’s what you don’t get. I know I don’t need to do any of this, but I want to. Ask me why.”

I swallowed and shook my head. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. It was too much. Too scary. Too real.

Finn didn’t back down. He knew this was a leap for me—one I was terrified to take, in case he wasn’t there to catch me on the other side. “Ask. Me. Why.”

He wouldn’t let me fall, I realised. Still, my voice was barely above a whisper as I asked, “Why?”

Joy and pride flared in his eyes. “Because you deserve it, m’eudail. Because I want you to be mine, and part of being mine is knowing how much I adore you. Every part of you. Letting you see yourself through the filter of my vision when your own is too difficult to focus on.”

My throat thickened. “This has got awfully serious all of a sudden.”

“I’m sorry, Chester—” Finn’s lips brushed my cheek. “—but I’m never going to stop trying to make you see yourself the way I do.”

“I’m not asking you to, it’s just…” I exhaled in frustration, trying to figure out how to articulate it. How could I make it make sense to Finn when I didn’t understand it myself? “It’s just a lot. I understand what you’re trying to do, and I even like it. I like being praised, especially by you.”

“I sense there’s a ‘but’ coming.”

“But you’re going up against years of conditioning,” I whispered. “I’ve never been the attractive one. The one men covet. It’s just not me. And I love that you see me how you do, but…”

“But it’s a lot,” Finn finished with a sigh. “I’m sorry, m’eudail. I’ll try and rein it in a bit.”

“No,” I found myself saying. “Don’t do that. I don’t want you to censor yourself around me.”

“Then what do you want?”

There was no frustration in his question. No judgement. Just a simple request for clarification.

“I want you to be patient,” I said finally. “To know I might balk at the praise, but that I don’t want you to stop.” I lifted my hips so that my half-hard cock brushed against his. Unlike me, his erection hadn’t gone down during this conversation. “But most of all, I want you to get inside me before I die of desperation.”

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