Something flashes through her eyes. Fear? Anticipation? She knows I’d never photograph her this way for anyone other than myself . . . doesn’t she? She unclips her stockings, removes them with the garters, then lifts her hips off the bed to strip her underwear off. I graze my thumb over the arch of her foot and take her panties, tossing them aside before I set my camera on the armoire behind me.
She watches my every move, her chest rising and falling faster. I lift her bare ankle to my mouth to kiss her skin where it’s thinnest. Stepping sideways, I place her foot at one corner of the bed then do the same with her other one. She’s spread out, her warm, pink pussy open to me.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asks breathlessly.
“Arms above your head.” She raises them. I move each of her hands to the top edge of the mattress. “Hold on to that. Don’t move. At all. Even if it feels impossible.”
“Impossible?”
I admire the long, white line of her inner forearms, tracing a fingertip down to her face as goose bumps light up her skin. I lift her chin, thumbing the bow of her plump lips. She quivers but doesn’t move. I trail my fingers down her neck to the tops of her breasts. I’d bet all our earnings her nipples are hard as pebbles under that bustier. I’m tempted to open it, to free her tits for my hands and mouth, but I’m turned on enough as it is.
Halston manages to keep still until I caress the sliver of skin between the bottom of the corset and her mound. She bucks her hips and I press down on them, stilling her. She follows me with her eyes. Once her body is quiet again, I reach between her legs. I keep my eyes on hers as I slip one finger between her folds.
Her face crumbles. “Please,” she begs, even though I’ve barely touched her.
“You won’t move, will you?”
She starts to shake her head but stops. “No.”
I push the sleeve of my sweater up to my forearm and run my fingers around her clit a few times. She looks pained as she tries not to move. I explore her warmth, but my own patience is thin. Once she’s wet enough, I slide two fingers into her, appreciating the way she groans.
“Will you come this way for me, Hals?”
“Yes.” She sighs. “Yes, Finn. Please.”
I pump my fingers in and out of her, getting even more turned on by the fact that I’m fully dressed while she’s naked from the waist down and at my mercy. All I can see from my vantage point is her face and my hand cupped between her legs, my fingers disappearing inside her. I make her climax like that so she’ll be nice and loose for me to fuck.
After coming on my hand, she calms as I stroke her thigh. She blinks at me a few times. “May I move now?”
“Depends where you want to go.”
Hesitantly, she removes a hand from above her head, sits up, and reaches for the fly of my pants. Our eyes lock as she pops the button open. My hand is still on her leg, and when she takes me out, I inadvertently squeeze her thigh. My cock is thick and heavy in her hand, nearly purple with the need for release. Halston’s slender fingers feather up and down my shaft. She traces her nail along the rim of my head.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to come all over that precious corset of yours.”
She grins at me. “Good thing we don’t have to return it.”
Seeing her smile, her good humor, I just want to be close to her. I take her hand off me and kiss her palm. Eye level with my cock, she puts her mouth around me without prompting. It isn’t what I had in mind, but I thread my hand into the hair at the back of her head and growl up at the ceiling. She’s more confident than she was the first time she blew me, more in tune with how I like it. Which, to be honest, is however she gives it. Slow, fast, deep, shallow. I resist fucking her mouth because I know I’ll come sooner than I want to. I reach over to the nightstand and get a condom. “Put this on me, babe.”
She pulls back, panting a little, and opens the packet without questioning me. As much as I want to feel her skin to skin, to fuck her raw and trust the birth control, I can’t. She knows I won’t. I made that mistake before with my ex and paid the price.
I still have one hand in Halston’s hair, unwilling to let her go as she rolls on the condom. “I wonder if Butter Boutique knew this is where we’d end up.”
“Anything to benefit the barnyard,” she says.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo,” I agree, and then promptly lose my train of thought as she pushes my jeans down around my ankles. I step out of them as Halston stands and wraps her arms around my neck. “What do you want?” I ask.
“Lift me.” I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me. She nuzzles her nose against my neck. “Now sit.”
I do as I’m told and turn with her in my arms to sit on the edge of the bed. Halston pulls herself closer to me, lifting up. I catch on quickly, lining up my cock for her. She sinks down, gasping for breath. Like every time, I fill her fully, completely, but especially in this position. If it takes her time to adjust, I don’t know it, because she seats herself all the way down until I’m buried in her.
I grab her hips and rock her against me, forward and backward, as she keeps a firm hold around my neck. With her head tossed back, her soft, blonde hair, cascades around her. “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. “And you’re all mine . . . my pink Valentine.”
I kiss her, opening her up. Our tongues meet, wet and eager. She’s warm everywhere—her pussy yielding to me like the inside of her mouth did. Her gyrations become less controlled, more fervent. I bring her down onto me harder and harder. I won’t last much longer. I dip her backward to deepen the angle and to give my mouth access to the swell of her tits. Consuming each other, consumed by each other, we fuck. Her fingers dig into my hair and pull. I suck her neck. I manage to keep my orgasm at bay until she writhes, her cries growing louder and less breathy. Once I feel her pussy clamping around me, pulling me deeper, I lie back on the bed and bounce her up and down my cock until I can’t hold back another second. I squeeze her waist and erupt for what feels like minutes. Even after I’ve finished, I pump my hips a few times, bobbing her forward so she has to flatten her hands on my chest to keep herself upright.
I slide my hands from her waist up to her shoulders, hugging her to bring her close. She folds in against my chest. This is just one of the many ways I love to have her—exhausted by me, vulnerable, quivering, close to my heart.
I can’t believe how big my love feels after relatively little time with her.
“Halston?” I ask after a while.
She must’ve fallen asleep, because she starts. She shifts just her head to look up at me. Her gray eyes are closer to blue tonight, sated and sleepy. “Hmm?”
“Will you be mine?”
“I already am.”
“I mean for Valentine’s Day.”
She wrinkles her nose up at me. “Don’t you know? I’m yours every day of the year. The date doesn’t matter.”
I smooth her hair from her forehead. Of course I know, because when a cocky bastard like myself catches a break from fate, he makes sure to appreciate it.
I know something good when I see it.
And Halston might be the best something to ever happen to me.
Read Finn and Halston’s complete story in Yours to Bare by Jessica Hawkins. Also available as an audiobook narrated by Sebastian York and Andi Arndt.
About the Author
Jessica Hawkins is a USA TODAY bestselling author known for her “emotionally gripping” and “off-the-charts hot” romance. Dubbed “queen of angst” by both peers and readers for her smart and provocative work, she’s garnered a cult-like following of fans who love to be torn apart…and put back together.
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She writes romance both at home in New York City and around the world, a coffee shop traveler who bounces from café to café with just a laptop, headphones, and coffee cup. She loves to keep in close touch with her readers, mostly via Facebook, Instagram, and her mailing list.
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