Page 50 of Technically Abducted
"More than alive," he gasps, his hands tangling in my hair. "I can feel how much you want me. It's... God, it's overwhelming."
By the time we've worked through half the fruit, we're both breathing hard, skin flushed, the empathic connection carrying increasingly intense waves of arousal between us. Finn's pupils are blown wide, and I can feel his heart racing through our bond.
"This is definitely not how berries are typically consumed," I observe, watching Finn deliberately lick cream from his fingers, his tongue working with obvious intent while he maintains eye contact.
"No," he agrees, reaching for my hand and bringing one of my fingers to his mouth. "This is much more fun."
The sensation of his tongue working around my finger, the wet heat of his mouth, combined with the empathic feedback of his arousal, makes coherent thought increasingly difficult. When he takes my finger deeper, sucking gently while his tongue swirls around it, I barely manage to suppress a groan.
"You're good at that," I breathe when he releases my finger with a deliberately obscene pop.
"You taste good," he says, voice rough with want. "Sweet from the berries, but underneath... just you."
Before I can respond, he's reaching for me, pulling me toward him until I capture his mouth in a kiss that tastes of strawberries and desire. But instead of letting me take control, Finn breaks away and pushes me back against the cushions.
"My turn," he says, and there's something commanding in his voice that makes heat spike through me. "Sit back. Let me take care of you."
I comply, watching as he positions himself between my legs, running his hands up my thighs with deliberate slowness. "What do you want to do to me?"
"Everything," Finn says simply, then leans down to kiss my hip bone, my lower abdomen, anywhere except where I need him most. "I want to drive you crazy the way you drive me crazy. I want to feel what it's like for you when I use my mouth on you."
His words send a jolt of heat straight to my cock, made more intense by the echo of arousal I feel from him through our bond. "Finn..."
"Tell me what you like," he says, his breath hot against my skin. "I want to hear you say it."
"Your mouth," I manage, my voice rougher than intended. "I want your mouth on me."
"Where?" he asks, nipping at my hip bone. "Be specific."
The deliberate teasing, so different from our first encounter when he was uncertain and I guided everything, makes my head spin. "On my cock. I want to feel your mouth around me."
"Good," Finn murmurs, then finally, finally, wraps his lips around the head of my cock.
The sensation is incredible—wet heat and gentle suction—but what makes it overwhelming is feeling his satisfaction through our empathic bond. I can sense how much he enjoys the taste of me, the way I react to his touch, the power he has over my responses.
"Finn," I gasp, my hands fisting in the cushions as he struggles to take me deeper, his mouth stretched wide around my girth. "I can feel how much you like this."
He pulls off briefly, using both hands to stroke what he can't fit in his mouth. "You're so big," he breathes, his voice rough. "I love the way you stretch my mouth, the way I have to work to take you. Love the way you taste, love feeling how good I'm making you feel." Then he's back to using his mouth and hands together, his tongue working around my head while his fingers stroke my length, driving me toward the edge with steady determination.
But just when I'm close, he stops, pulling away with a satisfied look that makes me want to flip him over and take control again.
"Not yet," he says, moving up to straddle my hips. Unlike our first time, when I was the one positioning us, guiding everymovement, now Finn takes charge completely. "I want to be in control this time. Want to watch your face when I ride you."
The comparison hits me immediately—how different this is from our first encounter, when I was careful and controlled, when I guided him through every sensation. Now he's the one setting the pace, the one making demands, and the reversal sends heat racing through me.
"You want control," I observe, my hands finding his hips as he settles over me.
"I want to watch you fall apart," Finn says bluntly, leaning down to kiss me hard. "Want to feel what it's like when you completely lose it because of what I'm doing to you."
His confidence is intoxicating, so different from the hesitant human I first brought aboard my vessel. "And if I want to touch you? Guide you?"
"You can touch," Finn allows, rocking against me teasingly. "But I'm in charge. I decide the pace, the depth, everything."
The command in his voice makes my cock throb against him. "Yes," I breathe.
"Good." Finn's smile is wicked as he begins removing his pants, his movements deliberately slow and sensual. "Because I plan to take my time with you."
Finn's smile is brilliant as he begins removing his sleep garments, his movements efficient but unhurried. I follow his example, noting how he watches my skin brighten as more of it becomes exposed to his gaze.
