Page 52 of Your Two Lips
“Yeah, how about you let the warm water soak into your muscles, and then we’ll see how we can use that bench.” A naughty gleam lit in his fiery blue eyes. I knew how I wanted to use it.
“Turn around.” He gently washed my hair, his long fingers massaging my scalp. He grabbed his body wash and took his time washing every curve with a sudsy cloth. The scent of sandalwood infused the steam.
“I love the way you smell. So sexy,” I said.
He stood behind me and reached to gently stroke my folds. “I love the wayyousmell.” The warm water sluiced down my body while Finn warmed me from behind. I had never been so relaxed and so aroused in my life.
Turning to face him, I said. “Now you.”
I also took my time rubbing the body wash into a washcloth and running it along every ridge and plane. My other hand trailed along behind; I could not stop touching him. When I finished, he leaned back into the water to rinse, and I brushed a kiss over his tattoo, tracing a few lines with my tongue.
I slid my palm down his chest and stomach, then sat on the bench. He stepped closer, and I parted my lips on a sigh. “I want to taste you now.” I wrapped my fingers around his length, fully hard against his abdomen, and startled at his size. That had been inside me? No wonder I was sore. I hadn’t gotten a good look at him in the half-light and nerves of last night.
Finn’s eyes hooded as he watched me take him in. “That sight is better than I imagined.”
Gripping him by the root, I licked the ridge of his crown and scraped my teeth across the tip as I darted my tongue into the slit. Finn inhaled sharply, and I smiled. Excited by my power, I took him in again. His hands fisted in my hair as his hips set the rhythm.
“You have the sweetest fucking mouth.” His words ignited a fullness and buzz in my sex. I held his gaze as he continued to pump into me, and I relaxed my throat so that I could take him deeper. Cupping his balls, heavy in my hand, he groaned as I massaged his perineum with the tips of my fingers.
“Baby, I’m gonna come. You want me to come in that pretty mouth of yours?” I answered by doubling my efforts, sucking him harder, my eyes tearing as I took him deeper. His hand gripped my head, pulling my hair and making my scalp tingle to match the sensations in my core. His cock thickened. Then, with a groan, he released, and I swallowed him down.
He leaned a hand on the wall above me, panting, and pulled me up against him with the other. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.” Leisurely, he kissed my jaw, down my neck, and over my breasts. Taking a tight nipple between his teeth, he gave me a soft bite. Sparks flew straight to my core. He wrapped his arms around me, caressing the backs of my thighs as he straightened to his full height.
I slumped against him, pressed to his hardness again. “Yes, Finn, God yes. I need you.” I turned and bent at the waist, placing my hands against the bench. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched him fisting his length and rolling on a condom he must have stashed on the shelf inside the shower.
He ran a finger along my folds and teased my opening. “Are you ready for me, baby?”
I nodded, saying his favorite word. “Yess. I want it hard this way.”
“That mouth. You say the sweetest fucking things with that mouth.” He held my hips. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Finn. Please.” In one thrust, he seated himself to the root. The pressure and the fullness were so intense. I arched and pushed against him. My walls tightened as I adjusted to take him in. He set the rhythm, pulling me back to meet his thrusts, and I caught my breath.
“Finn, oh God.” I was panting. I reached down and pressed a finger against my swollen clit, making tight circles.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Make yourself come, baby.” His thrusts came harder and faster as he held and moved my body with his. He was driving me higher and higher. I was on the edge. I raised a hand to brace on the wall above the bench while I circled tighter. The heat rose in my veins as I got closer and closer to the magic.
“Harder, Finn, please. I need it.” He groaned and slammed into me. The lights exploded behind my eyes, and my inner walls gripped his cock as he swelled to meet his own release. I was floating on the sensations. I felt powerful. I was in control of my body, finally.
The water had cooled, but neither of us cared. Finn took care of the condom and grabbed a fluffy white towel from the shelf next to the shower. He wrapped me up and kissed my forehead as he cradled me against him. “God, Em, where did you come from?”
We dried off, and I noticed a new toothbrush by the sink. “Are you hungry? Coffee?” he asked.
“Yes, to both. After last night and this morning, I think I need eggs and carbs rather than coffee and a smoothie.” I winked.
“How about I buy you some breakfast at Shakey Grounds?”
“Perfect.”
Shakey Grounds Caféserved excellent coffee all day, alongside some of the tastiest comfort food. The PNW ran on coffee and farm-to-table cooking.
The owners opened the café on a whim after retiring from the National Park Service several years ago. Geologists, they’d captured unique, breathtaking photos of the area’s dormant volcanoes and hung them alongside historical images of the Mount Saint Helen’s eruption in 1981. The images were beautiful, and I sometimes got lost in thought, moving from print to print.
The Sunday brunch crowd was settling in, so we were lucky to grab a small table by the side. Our server arrived with a fresh pot of coffee. “I know this one takes cream. How about you, sweetie?”
“Yes, please, no sweetener.”
She dropped off a tiny carafe of chilled half and half. “You take your morning coffee the same. That’s a good start.” She winked at Finn.
