This time, it’s slow. Deep. So tender, I can’t hold back the tears. Finn touches me over and over, sliding those miraculous hands across my aching skin until I’m panting and dizzy for him, wordlessly begging until at last, he sinks inside me and everything in the world is set to rights again.
He fills me, fuck, every last inch, until I lose track of where I end and he begins. He starts to move, but I hold him back, needing to just feel him. This moment, right here. I inhale in a shuddering rush, flexing around him and feeling his body tense and groan in response. It’s incredible. I’m surrounded, overwhelmed, possessed by him, the scent of him, the crush of his body, and the raw desire burning in those blue eyes. It’s all too much, and not enough at once. I could lose myself in him for a hundred years, and still be hungry for more.
This is all I ever wanted, and now, holding him again, all I can think is how I never want to let him go.
“My girl,” he murmurs, biting down softly on my lower lip. I moan, and it’s all the invitation he needs to surge deeper inside me, and take my breath away all over again. I arch up, moving with him, and God, it’s beautiful. He drives me higher with every thick stroke, the whisper of his mouth and hands on my skin, and how his cock feels, so deep, so incredibly right. I’m twisting higher now, burning out of control. I buck against him, but Finn doesn’t waver, he doesn’t let up one second. He keeps on fucking me slowly, relentless, until my body feels inside out and every nerve ending is raw and electric; totally exposed.
I’m whimpering, mindless, and his voice is right there in my ear, urging me on. “Take it deeper, baby. Take every inch of my cock.” He’s hoarse, growling now with labored control, but it still makes me wet to hear him whisper all those filthy, secret words. “That’s right,” he murmurs, thrusting into me again so deep I have to gasp. “You need it all, my dirty girl. Nobody can do you like this, baby. Nobody knows exactly what you need.”
“You do,” I whimper.
“That’s right. Only me.”
Finn shifts his weight, grinding up now with every stroke to hit my clit too, the sweet, maddening friction. “Only me,” he says again. “Say it.”
I moan as pleasure fuses through me. Building. Circling. “Only you,” I vow, clinging on for dear life. “It’s always been you.”
Finn stills, and I gasp, needing more. But he just clasps my check in his hand, forcing my gaze up to him, so I can see the look in his eyes as he slowly, slowly drives into me again.
Oh God.
“Let go,” he orders me. “You’re there, baby. You just need to fall.”
I want to. I’m so fucking close, but part of me is holding back. We’ve stripped away all the games and distractions, and my heart open like never before – but I’m scared to take that leap. And then Finn drives into me suddenly, hard and fast, and the universe contracts to just the sweet friction of our bodies. The spark ignites, exploding through me in a wild rush of pleasure so strong it rips a fevered cry from my lips. I come hard, clutching to him, and it’s only when I surface to his shuddering body that I hear him muttering my name, over and over, a sweet lullaby that takes us both into the black.
Seventeen.
I wake up to find the bed beside me empty. For a moment I tense, the past rushing back to me. But then I hear music playing downstairs on the radio, and smell the sweetest scent on earth floating through the morning air. I wrap myself in a robe and wander downstairs. “Is that bacon?” I greet Finn in the kitchen. He’s shirtless and damp from the shower, standing over the griddle pan with a pair of tongs in one hand, and suddenly, I get breathless and weak. Every woman’s fantasy brought to life: a hot man who cooks.
Could he get any sexier?
“Morning, sleepyhead.” Finn gives me a lazy smile, full of promise.
“What time is it?” I yawn, stretching. My body aches, but it’s a sweet pain, a reminder of everything that happened last night.
“Almost seven.” Finn grins. “I tried to wake you, I didn’t know if you had to be at the office today, but you were pretty out of it.”
“Well, someone wore me out.” I walk over and slide my arms around him, dropping a light kiss on his shoulder. “Why do I have to go to work? I feel like I could sleep for days.”
He laughs. “Even if you could stay home, you wouldn’t be sleeping.”
“No?”
“Uh huh.” He turns around, holding me close. “I would have very different plans,” he says, kissing along the delicate arch of my neck. “First, you eat, then I’d fuck you senseless another dozen times. And that’s just for starters,” he adds, as my whole body shivers in anticipation.
“Can we hit pause on that plan for, ooh, the next eight hours?”
Finn smiles. “You can bet on it.”
I hungrily eye the spread he’s got going: eggs, bacon, pancakes. It all looks amazing. “Since when did you learn to cook?”
“Since I overdosed on bad junk food on tour.” Finn expertly slides food onto two plates and hands them to me. “OJ or coffee?”
“Both please.”