Page 22 of Just Right
This time, there’s nothing gentle about it.
Sucking on my lower lip, he hoists me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, but instead of him just taking the initiative to impale me on his cock, he shuffles toward the bed until his knees are bumping up against the side.
Finn lays me out on top of his bed, hands shaking a little as he runs his palms over my hips and down my thighs. Bending his head, he places a kiss on one of them, then the other. I shift, hoping his mouth will go for my damp curls next, but though he starts rumbling softly, his next kiss is for my soft belly.
It’s my turn to murmur his name, followed by a throaty, “Please…”
He pulls away again, and I have a frantic moment where I believe that this is as far as he’s willing to go. I’d accept that, of course I would, but I won’t lie and say that I’m not even more exciting when he reaches into his nightstand, pulls out a small jar of freaking honey, then returns to his same position.
He twists the cap on the jar. Finger hovering over the honey, he asks, “Can I?”
My breath catches in my throat. I don’t know exactly what he wants to do with that honey, but— “Yes.”
Eyes brighter than I’ve ever seen, Finn smears a tiny drop of honey on the swell of my left breast, right above my nipple. He caps the jar again, dropping it near my ankles, then dips his head and licks it off.
My back arches, eager for more of his heat, his tongue, his touch…him.
Finn makes a low sound in the back of his throat. Almost like a growl, only softer, and it tickles my skin as he returns to the spot to swipe his tongue over my tit again.
I’m barely getting used to just how damn good that feels when he starts trailing lower, kissing his way south again. And this time? He heads right for the juncture between my legs.
To be honest, I didn’t expect a virgin to immediately decide to go down on me. I figured I might have to ease him into the act, but Finn… oh, no. As though his tongue is another extension of his cock, he buries his face in my curls, finds my entrance, and dips his tongue inside.
I cry out, and he braces his hands on my thighs so that I can’t escape him.
As if I’dwantto…
He doesn’t just fuck me with his tongue. He revels in the softest part of me, licking me like he’s worshipping my cunt. It’s as though he’s long been starved, and the taste of my pussy is enough to sustain him. His hands stay on my thighs, keeping me in place, but after his first few desperate licks, he slows down so that we can both enjoy it.
Of course, I’m already so keyed-up that I can’t last under such devoted attention. When I come—and I do, loudly and fiercely—I do so with his chosen nickname on my lips: “Bärchen.”
My not-so-little bear.
His eyes find mine. I’ll tell you something. Satisfaction looks good on the youngest brother, but not as much as determination as he lifts his body, slowly positioning himself so that he’s over mine.
As soon as he’s on top of me, he locks his elbows so that there’s enough space between us that I can avoid him should I choose to.
Then, as though there’s any chance I would, he asks in a raw voice: “Are you sure?”
Am I sure?
In answer, I reach between our bodies and take firm hold of his cock. He hisses, and I grin as I guide him until the head of his cock is lodged inside of me.
That’s all I have to do. As though his body takes over from there, ignoring his brain, he starts to push. His first thrust is slow. Careful.Intimate. He braces himself with one hand now, using the hold to caress the height of my cheek as he slides in all the way.
Our eyes are on each other. I don’t look away from him as our groins touch. Neither does he.
In his dark gold eyes, I see the promise of forever and only wish I could return it.
I can’t. I know I can’t.
But what I can do?
Is make this a night he can remember.
It wasn’t fast. Our fucking… it wasn’t rough, either. That’s not Finn’s style. However, the entire time he rocks up into me, the experience is so intense, it leaves me breathless. And it isn’t just because he’s working his cock in and out of me, never pulling out too far as though he can’t bear for us to be separated. His hand stays on me. He kisses my cheeks, my mouth, my throat, all while whispering my nickname like a benediction.
That’s not all, either.
