Page 42 of Your Two Lips
“I’ve got you.” I faced him with my bent legs settled at his hips as he kissed me, claimed me. His hands gripped my ass and pulled me tighter to him. I clutched at his shoulders, needing more. Feeling his hard length and knowing I did that made me bolder, and I shifted to rub my center against him. Finn wrapped an arm snug around my waist, holding me to him while his other hand tangled in my hair.
He changed the angle of the kiss, going deeper and pulling me tighter. I loved it and moaned low in my throat. My panties, which had been wet all night, were now officially melting against him.
Finn heaved in a breath. “Emily, you feel so good. Fuck. So good.” My lips were skimming his neck on their own. Moving the edge of his T-shirt aside, I tasted him where the warm skin joined his shoulder. His scent filled my nose. I wanted more. I wanted him closer. There were too many clothes between us.
With both hands on my ass, he moved me against him. The friction and the heat rose through my core and filled me. The ache, the pressure, and the pull for release. I had never experienced anything like it. What was he doing to me still fully dressed in the cab of his truck?
Our rapid breath hung humid around us in the small space. Finn’s hands, big and strong, slipped under the hem of my tank top and drifted up my sides. My skin tingled, and I leaned back, closing my eyes.
“Open your eyes, Emily.” His voice was low and commanding, and my sex clenched. His gaze locked with mine as his fingers brushed against the underside of my breasts. My heart was beating so hard I was sure he felt it.
“I love your breasts and those tight buds always ready to be touched.”
“They’re always hard when I’m with you. Only you do that to me.”
He groaned. “Oh, fuck, when you say shit like that ….”
He flicked gently over the already aching nub. I shivered at the tease and the smoldering fire in his eyes. I reached between us and grazed his length through his jeans. He was unbelievably hard, and my light touch mimicked his, one he was using to set me on fire.
He inhaled a sharp breath and pulled my hand up to kiss my fingertips. “I like your hands on me a little too much. I want to make you feel good first.”
I knew it was bad form to think of one lover when you’re in the arms of another, but those were words Joel never said to me. I swallowed the doubts, trying to rise. Finn wanted to make me feel good. I wanted that too. For the first time in my life, maybe I would have it.
Finn released my hand and worked open the button of my jeans. He was holding me with the other arm around my back or I would have melted against the steering wheel. He lowered the zipper while his gaze held mine, and my breath hitched.
“Are you wet for me, Emily?” His deep voice vibrated across my skin.
“Yess.” It came out like a moan. The sweet ache yearned for his touch.
My hands slid behind me and rested on Finn’s knees. Leaning back, I flexed my thighs and lifted my ass off his legs, giving him access to the place I needed him the most. His hand delved lower, and he slid two fingers along the sides of my sex. Sparks lit me up from inside, my breath panting. I was lost to the pleasure. Only pleasure.
“Baby, you’re soaked.” Finn’s eyes smoldered, and he pressed a finger to my opening.
I tensed, praying the intrusion wouldn’t cause pain.
“Em, is this okay? Does it hurt?”
“It’s incredible. Just go slow.”
Achingly slow, he pressed a finger inside me while the heel of his hand continued to rub against my clit. No pain. Only the sensation of being filled. I sank down further and moved my hips against him.
Finn’s gaze locked with mine. “More?”
“Yes.” I rose, and he added a second digit before slowly pressing back inside me. Still no pain. Only intense pleasure. It was a revelation. “It feels so good.”
His other hand was at the back of my neck, and he pulled me in, capturing my mouth again, this time with more force. The movement had me sinking down fully on his magic fingers.
Curling them against me, he rubbed that special spot as he moved in and out. Heat was rising, and my sex pulsed from the blissful stretch. I rolled my hips with his motions. My orgasm in the distance was gaining strength. I was going to come in the cab of this truck. That would be a first.
“Do you like this? Does it still feel good, baby?”
“Um … I …” I couldn’t form coherent words. The bliss of his touch had become a buzz in my brain. All my attention was on his hand and what it was igniting in my body. No pain. Only fullness and electric bolts of pleasure.
“I want to hear what you want. Tell me what you like.” His voice was soft.
“That … oh … so good. Your fingers … rough and strong.”
“You’re so hot. I love how your walls flutter when I do this.” He curled both fingers as he stretched me.
