I push up when his lips sweep over mine. The way he kisses me is so lazy, but so sexy, my body melts against his. He rolls on top of me, positioning his body so he can play with my breasts and so that his growing length can slide and harden against my thigh.
I adjust my legs beneath him, causing his penis to fall between them. He lifts off me, just enough to grin his thanks before diving back and attacking my mouth with increasing fervor. He knows he makes me hot. But at this moment, I want to return some of that heat.
Using slow tilts of my pelvis, I urge him onto his side, continuing to kiss him and allowing him to play. Does he know what he does to me? How drunk I get from the scent of his skin, his taste, his touch . . . how the thought of him when I’m alone is enough to cause my hands to wander?
Again, I rock my lower body, encouraging him onto his back and rolling on top of him. I doubt I’m the first girl to straddle him. But I want to be the one he begs not to stop. My fingernails trail down his skin to his ribs, causing him to jerk. I do it again, knowing I’m tickling him and making it a game.
He jumps again, snagging my wrist. I grin as I tug on his lip and pull away. “You don’t play nice,” he says, his eyelids heavy.
“No?” I ask, dragging my pelvis over his thick staff.
He growls, drawing out the sound. Between those throaty sounds and the way his erection builds with each pass of my hips, I’m having a hard time keeping quiet and staying focused.
His palms push against my chest, making me think he wants to be the one on top until they squeeze my breasts all the way down to tips. I whimper, involuntarily pressing harder against his thickening staff and adding to my pleasure.
Finn’s smile is so full of lust, I almost can’t take it. “You like this?” he asks, rolling my nipples and inciting another gasp. “Yeah, you do don’t you?”
If he’d like me to answer, I can’t. Not with what he’s doing to me. I lift up one leg and reach for his erection, watching him as I attempt to join us. His chest expands and contracts with each harsh breath, but I don’t stop, slowly easing down until our bodies become one.
I fall forward, wanting desperately to kiss him. His arms wrap around me holding me tight, making it hard to move. I’m expecting him to flip me over and take control. But then his hands smooth down to my ass, encouraging my movements and forcing me to go faster.
My head snaps away from his. I can’t keep kissing him, not with how loud I’m being and not when my core tenses around him. I lift off him, alternating between bouncing and rocking my hips, digging my nails into his shoulders. He arches his spine, clamping his jaw and swearing through his teeth.
My body moves faster, agonized bliss tearing through me. I collapse on top of him when I peak, overwhelmed with passion and the spasms claiming my body. But Finn’s firm hold and the way he continues to drag my body against his prolongs it, leaving me a trembling mess.
As my orgasm recedes, he lifts my hand, pulling two fingers into his mouth and gliding them in and out. “Touch yourself while you ride me,” he rasps, giving them one last flick with his tongue.
“Okay,” I obey, my head spinning from how hard I released.
I lean back in a sharp angle, grasping his ankle for support. It’s my lover’s turn to feel all that pleasure, and I intend to give it to him. My slick fingers lower between my legs. “Is this what you want, baby?” I ask, my words releasing between my heavy pants. “Is this what you like?”
He mutters another curse as he watches, helping me take him hard. His skin reddens with each quick pass and from the frantic movements of my hand. This is supposed to be for him, but as my body tightens I realize how wrong I am.
This is all about us. It always has been. I feel it as I peak and his body bucks beneath me. As I fall back, I think we’re done. Yet as good as it felt, I’m miserable it has to end.
We lay in a mess of limbs for what seems like too long. But then Finn stirs beneath me, untangling my legs just to toss them over his shoulders. As he begins to pump, I know we’re far from done. I reach for him, whispering words of love and lust, begging him to go harder. He kisses my throat, eagerly complying, his thrusts deep and primal.
Our insatiable appetites remind us both that we’re young, and passionate, and desperate for more of each other. And damn it, we need to be.
I meant what I said, my time with him is an escape, a moment for the darkness to skitter away and the light that Finn brings to gather me in its warmth. What I never expected was for all sense of light to abandon me.
Or for the darkness to arrive in one mighty burst.
CHAPTER 21
Finn
Sol stirs when I turn off the highway and onto the ramp. I rub her thigh when she yawns and tries to sit up. “Ouch,” she says, rubbing her neck.
Yeah, that position against the window didn’t look comfortable. “You okay?” I ask.
She nods, but still squints as she continues to rub. “Just a little sore.”