I come in a ripple of sensation, but it doesn’t even touch the great storm of desire that’s still waiting, barely contained. When I open my eyes, Finn is watching me, a curious smile on his face.
“What?” I flush, self conscious.
“Nothing.” He smiles, then lifts his hand to his mouth – slowly sucking his finger clean.
Oh God.
Lust races through me in a shudder I can’t hide. Finn’s eyes darken, seeing my reaction. “Upstairs,” he orders me. “Now.”
My pulse kicks. I walk to the hall, and quickly climb the stairs, feeling as well as hearing him behind me with every step. My bedroom is the back one, smaller than the others, but with a view into the treetops and a small balcony looking over the yard. Now I’m glad of the privacy, even out here in the woods with no neighbors for miles around.
The windows are open, drapes fluttering loose. Finn closes the door behind us and surveys the room – and me. “Take it off,” he says softly. “I want to see you.”
The light is dim, but I still feel a wave of self consciousness as I lift my camisole over my head and let it drop to the floor. My skirt goes next, and I push it down in a flutter of silk, leaving me standing in front of him in my panties and bra. Displayed.
The last time he saw me naked, I was sixteen, slim, and taut, and perky. It’s only been five years, but I know my body has changed. I’ve filled out, my breasts have grown larger, but my hips have gotten fuller too. My stomach curves gently, no longer effortlessly flat.
What does he think of me now?
Finn doesn’t speak. I finally glance up, but the look on his face stops me in my tracks. He’s looking at me the way nobody has before, as if I’m a piece of art displayed in a grand museum, something to worship and revere.
“Come here,” he murmurs softly, holding his hand out, and I go to him. He pulls me close, and it’s not close enough – I tug at his shirt, needing that delicious contact of skin on skin. Finn chuckles, and obliges me, shedding his clothes swiftly until they join mine on the floor. “Wait,” he says, reaching for his jeans.
“It’s OK,” I stop him. “I’m on birth control.”
Now I’m the one to pause, and drink in the sight of him. Taut, golden muscles, the ridge of his abs, and the trail of bronze hair snaking lower… I bite my lip, knowing how he would feel against me.
Inside me.
Finn tugs me back towards the bed. He sits on the edge, and slides his hands around to cup my ass. His beard scratches my bare stomach as he kisses across my skin, pausing to dip and swirl his tongue in the hollow of my belly button.
I squirm away, giggling.
Finn looks up with a grin. “You were always ticklish here.”
“And you always tormented me with it.” He reaches up and unsnaps my bra with one hand – and a wicked look in his eyes. I laugh. “Someone’s been learning.”
“I told you, baby,” Finn drawls. “I’ve got skills.”
I smile down at him, hit with a sudden rush of familiarity, the sweet affection of those panting, breathless nights. All that time we spent discovering each other didn’t just dissolve into nothing. It’s still here, guiding every kiss and touch with the knowledge we earned back then. I know this man by heart, how his body tenses when I whisper in his ear, how his skin leaps to my touch, just how to move when he’s close to the edge.
And he knows me, better than anyone.
I lean in to kiss him, with all the bittersweet regret of the past, and a new heat, too. Desire I couldn’t begin to understand the last time his hands were on me. But I’m older now, wiser and bolder, too. I’m not the innocent he remembers. I can take my pleasure, as well as give it.
I let my bra fall then straddle him, moving closer. Finn is already hard against me, and I press into him, feeling the thickness leap and my own answering shudder at the friction and low, deep pull. He lies back, pulling me with him, until we’re tumbled in the sheets – his mouth searching out my breasts, worshiping me with his kisses until I’m moaning out loud. I slide my hands over his body, every smooth muscle and hot, ripped plane, needing to possess it all, but Finn pins me down, giving a smoldering smile as he surveys my almost-naked body.
“Not this time,” he murmurs, sliding his thumb in my mouth. My breath catches, at the intimacy of his touch. “I’ve been waiting to fuck you for too damn long. The next time you come, it’s going to be with my cock buried deep inside.”
My blood boils, just to hear his filthy promises. He chuckles, stroking my flushed cheek. “I love how kinky you got,” he whispers, sliding his hand down to grip my panties. “We’re going to have some fun with that.”
Before I can react, he yanks the lace so hard it rips clean away from me. Finn grips my thighs and spreads them wide apart, positioning himself above me. I brace myself for the thrust, gripping tight to the bedsheets, but he pauses there, looking down at me with that bittersweet smile.