Page 63 of Finn

“Oh shit,” I moan. The foreign position heightening my senses.

He starts a methodical, steady pace, his movements all flexes of the hip. His muscles ripple, and I practically drool watching him work in and out of me.

My name on his lips makes me look at him. “I missed you. It scared me how much I missed you.” He bites down on his lower lip, moaning as he thrusts hard once, pausing when he’s fully seated only to draw out again in his tortoise pace.

I drop my head back on the pillows, keeping my gaze on his. My toes curl. “I was worried about you.”

His gaze turns hard, and with it, comes a burst of speed. Rapid thrusts that force a cry from my mouth before he slows again. “It was killing me not to know if you were okay.”

“You might kill me,” I tell him, wrapping my hands in the sheets. “Death by sex seems like a fun way to go though.”

He lets my leg go and drops to his elbows, caging me in. “Nothing’s going to happen to you while I’m here.”

I reach my hands around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. I force the pace, and he complies with faster rolls of his hips, pinning me to the bed. I kiss him until the pleasure gets too much, and I have to break away to moan his name. Throwing my head back, I arch into him, meeting every determined stroke.

He wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking the pebbled tip into his hot mouth. Powerful sensations zip through me, settling in my core. He lashes out with his tongue, as if demanding the cries that pour from me. Switching to my other breast, he gives it the same treatment with the same result.

I meet him thrust for thrust, another climax rushing toward me. He reads my body like a damn manual, keeping the pace until I shudder around him, pussy clenching his cock.

A shudder runs down his body as I orgasm. The pure adoration in his eyes slays me, and my heart stretches as if filleting open with quick slices.

“Your turn.” I buck into him, turning him over, and landing on top.

“Fuck,” he grunts, gripping my hips. I move over him in the slow, deliberate pace he set for me. He lets me do it, his hands on my hips as if he’s only along for the ride. “You feel so good.” He skims his hands up my sides and palms my tits, squeezing and kneading. “It’s like you were made for me.”

If I was made for his dick, I’m one lucky girl. From this position, I’m well aware of his superb length and girth.

I drift my hands over his abs, lightly skimming his taut body. His muscles jump underneath my touch, and he moans. Falling forward, I place my palms on the bed next to his shoulders and kiss his neck, licking the taste of salty sweetness from his skin. I playfully bite his earlobe, and he thrusts his hips into mine, forcing me to cry out. I was about to be smug and ask him how I feel, but fuck, he has everything over me.

Instead, I rim his ear with the tip of my tongue then lower again, tracing my lips over his jaw. He turns his head to find my mouth, and we come together in more punishing kisses, each of us unable to get enough of the other.

He moans my name as I sit back again, my hands drifting to his abs. They constrict underneath my palms, and I start a new rhythm that’s meant to drive him wild but is soon taking me right along with it. “I can’t get enough of you,” I gasp. “Fuck. Finn.”

His fingers dig into my thighs, moving up my skin to grip my hips, urging me to move over him faster. “So sexy. This pussy…damn girl.”

Holy dirty talk. I swear my cunt spasms in response.

“Take what you want, Leenie,” he orders.

I’m desperate for more. I rock into him, heavy breaths and moans escaping with every untamed movement.

“I’m close, baby. So close.”

My climax is an eventuality. It’s a spot in the distance that I know I’ll hit if I just stay the course. My hands on his abs, I rock into him again and again until the apex of the pleasure nears. My body shivers uncontrollably the closer it gets, so Finn uses his hands to help me move over him as the wrenching euphoria takes over. My pussy clenches repeatedly as I grind against him.

He growls low in his throat, his abs tensing as he jerks inside me. I bear down on his cock, feeling him pulse inside me until my climax takes over again. I work my hips, wanting to keep us suspended for as long as we can, and when we finish, I’m fucking dead.

The haze of ecstasy dissipates, and Finn comes back into focus. He tugs on my arms, and I fall against him. He locks his hand behind my neck and guides me to his mouth, kissing me frantically, arching into me until he turns to his side. I fall back on the mattress with a giddy smile.

His drawn face sobers me up. I blink at him as he reaches out to pinch me. “Are you real?”

I burst out laughing, kiss him solidly on the mouth again. “I should be asking you that.”

He hitches his lips up in a lopsided grin. “Hold that thought. I have to take care of business.”

He rolls off the side of the bed, pinches the end of the condom to slide it off, and throws it in the wastepaper basket on the other side of the nightstand. He opens the door to the hallway, then looks both ways before shooting out of view. The plumbing runs next door and then shuts off. Returning, he saunters back into the room much more slowly than when he left. “Jax isn’t back,” he explains. “I thought he might be.”

“He’s going to tell you how big of a stalker I am.”

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