“I’m a man of many skills,” Finn laughs. “And you’ve only seen a couple.” He catches me around the waist and pulls me closer. I gasp, braced for another hard, all-consuming kiss, but this time, when his lips find mine, they’re slow and whisper soft.
I melt against him, the sweetness rushing through me like a drug. His hands move to cradle my cheeks, his mouth barely grazing mine, over and over until I’m mindless with the gentle pleasure of it. He kisses me like we have all the time in the world, and I feel him, everywhere. He tastes my lips; there’s the flicker of his tongue against mine. The warm night air sighs on my hot skin, and there’s the soft press of our bodies as he pulls me closer in his arms. I go to him, sink into him, lost in this moment I wish would never end, where nothing matters except the feel of him beneath my hands, and that simmering fire slowly burning hotter, brighter in my blood.
Finn comes up for air, his breath heavy on my cheek as we stand there, holding each other in the dark. I can feel his heartbeat, strong in his chest, and I wonder how it can beat so steadily when my own pulse is racing. His hands slip over me, skimming my bare shoulders and over my silky camisole, making me shiver with sensation and a low, curling lust.
“My sweet girl,” he whispers, kissing my skin so softly, it’s like I’m made of glass. He teases one finger down my arm, watching the skin pebble in its path. “Look at you.” He starts to follow the path of my goosebumps with a trail of soft kisses, but I’ve waited long enough. I tangle my fingers in his hair, and then bring his mouth back up to mine – where it belongs.
This time, I’m the one leading the pace.
Hotter, deeper, I kiss him with everything I have, trying to drown in the feel of him, so familiar and yet so brand-new. I must have kissed these lips a thousands times over, but it still feels like the first time – something darker, more intense than our teenage kisses could ever be. Now, there’s the soft scratch of beard against my skin, and a new hunger lurking just below the surface. His hands rove, clutching harder, and I twist in his arms, needing his touch more than ever to soothe this wildfire and quench the desperate thirst in me now.
He grips me tightly around the waist and lifts me like I weigh nothing at all, pushing me back until I’m up against a tree. He reaches for my skirt, hands hot on my thighs, but I pull back. It’s always been him, pushing me further to the brink. Him, making my world unravel beneath those skilled hands. It’s my turn now, to discover everything he’s become, to learn his body by heart all over again.
I unbuckle his belt, and sink to my knees.
I hear Finn inhale in a rush. The grass is damp on my bare legs, but it’s cool and a welcome balm to the fire raging through me. I ease his jeans open, and find he’s wearing nothing beneath them at all. His cock springs free, hard and hot in my hands.
God, this man is magnificent. I taste him slowly, every thick inch, savoring the feel of him between my lips, the salty taste. Finn’s body tenses, his hands moving to cradle my head closer.
“Eva.” He groans into the darkness, as I part my lips wider, and take him all the way. It’s a rush like no other, to tease him like this, pulling back to gently lick along his shaft, swirling over his head before I take him into my mouth again. Finn strains against me, trying to bury himself deeper. But I keep him hanging on, languidly tormenting him the way he’s done so many times to me. Power races through me, metallic and bright, as his breathing grows ragged, and I feel his body tremble to my touch. Closer to the edge, I drive him, never giving too much, just a taste, a whisper of breath against his skin. My hands close around him, pumping slowly in time with my mouth until Finn is panting in frustration.
I pull back, looking up at him as I brush my lips to the very tip. His head is thrown back, eyes shut, his face a mask of desperate need.
Now he knows how it feels to love him. To want so much and never get enough.
Finn looks down at me, eyes shadowed in the dark. “You’re driving me crazy,” he says, his voice thick with need.
“Good.”
I stroke my thumb over the head of his cock, pumping a little harder this time.
He sucks in a breath. “Are you trying to kill me, woman?”
I smile. “Maybe.”
I bring my mouth closer, and slowly take him between my lips – not looking away.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “Eva.”
I take him deeper.
Finn’s grip tightens. He pistons his hips, finding my rhythm and matching it, urging me on. I move faster, sliding the tight arc of my lips around him and bobbing my head, keeping friction every inch of the way. Now, there’s no holding back. Finn’s hands are knotted in my hair, controlling the pace, but I love it, love surrendering to every hard, deep thrust of his cock between my lips, and how it makes my whole body flush and ache with lust. I slip my hand between my legs, stroking myself in time with his thrusts, and it’s enough to make me moan against him, the sound muffled by the thick, hard length of him.