41. Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Tessa
F inn’s lips slammed against mine, our entwined bodies landing on the bed behind me. Briefly leaning back, Finn set the duffel bag on the floor before taking full advantage of the now clear bed as he splayed my body across the fluffy comforter. His hand grasped the back of his shirt before ripping it over his head and tossing it on the hardwood.
Desire ignited in my chest, spreading throughout my limbs. I grasped the edge of my shirt, leaning forward while Finn helped me pull it over my head. His massive hands tugged on the hem of my yoga pants, pulling them free when I planted my feet on the bed and lifted my hips.
Finn stared down at me in nothing but my underwear, and I once again fought the urge to cover myself up. Despite the lust churning in his eyes and the obvious erection behind his zipper, Jessica’s words continued to echo in my mind.
Unbuttoning his pants and kicking them off, his briefs followed before Finn flattened his body on top of mine. His kiss was demanding and possessive, his tongue stroking in and out of my mouth. I clutched at his back, stroking his strong muscles while one thought clawed at my self-worth. Before I could stop myself, I pulled my face away. “I need to ask you a question,” I panted.
His chest heaved while he studied me. The desire to fuck warred with his need to give me whatever I wanted. The latter winning out, he cupped my face. “You can ask me anything, Mo Chridhe .”
My heart twisted at the term of endearment. Knowing its true meaning fused several of my broken pieces back together. The idea someone like Finn could feel that way about me still didn’t seem rational, but emotions rarely were, and I was learning to trust Finn.
Before I could get carried away thinking about how long he’d been calling me his heart, the persistent voice in the back of my head whispered Jessica’s comment back at me.
My desire cooled, humiliation suffusing every cell. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to ask the question haunting me. “Are you ever afraid I’ll crush you when I’m on top?”
Every muscle in Finn’s body stiffened, and I bit down on my bottom lip to keep it from trembling. Tears pricked at the back of my eyes. My entire body began to shake as panic spread through me. I started to coach myself through my box breathing when Finn’s outraged voice broke through the fog, my eyes opening to find a mixture of indignation and horror written across his face.
“ Fuck no. Where the hell would you get an idea like that?” I gnawed on my lip, briefly meeting his gaze before dropping my eyes down to his chest. A low growl rumbled through him, tremors vibrating from his torso and causing the space between my legs to clench painfully hard. What the hell? Why on earth did that particular noise elicit this kind of response? Finn’s biting tone cut through the air. “ That. Bitch. ”
Before I registered what was happening, Finn flipped us, settling his back against the comforter, spreading my thighs to straddle his waist. Grabbing my hips and pulling me down against him, he ensured I was looking at him while he ground his cock against my core. I moaned, the friction between my legs too delicious to ignore.
“Does it feel like I’m afraid?” he asked before thrusting against me. His bare cock stroked me through my panties until my breasts heaved, the hunger for more driving me insane. I closed my eyes as I rolled my hips. “Look at me, Tessa.” My eyes opened at the command. “This is the last time that thought ever enters your head,” he declared.
If only it was that easy, I thought to myself. Dark brown eyes narrowed at me, and I swore he heard my inner thoughts. His nostrils flared, a look of steely determination settling across his features. Laying back down, his powerful arms wrapped around my thighs before he slid me up the mattress to straddle his face.
I squeaked as his fingers hooked into the crotch of my panties, pulling them to the side and exposing my pussy to him.
What the hell was he doing? Surely he didn’t intend to…
My train of thought cut off when Finn’s tongue swiped through my soaked folds. He flicked my clit, making my hips press down against his face. Mortified, I lifted myself to avoid smothering him, only to look down and see Finn glaring at me.
“What the hell was that?” he demanded. “Bring that pussy back down here.”
I shook my head, my face heating with embarrassment. “I’m afraid you won’t be able to breathe, but it felt so good I couldn’t help myself,” I confessed, looking anywhere but directly at him.
Finn’s arms hooked around my thighs before he dragged me back down to his mouth. When I finally found the courage to peek down at him, I saw his smirk. “ Mo Chridhe, you let me worry about that. Besides,” he tsked, “did you already forget how long I can hold my breath?”
With that statement, his fingers tangled themselves with the thin strip of fabric at my hips. The sting of my underwear snapping against my skin surprised me as Finn threw the garment across the room like it offended him before locking his arms around my thighs again.
His stare locked on my pussy. “But what a fucking way to go,” he murmured to himself. Pulling me down against him, Finn buried his face in my center. His teeth nipped at my folds, soothing the sting with a soft swipe of his tongue. My core clenched, aching for something to fill it. As if he could hear my thoughts, his tongue speared inside of me before alternating between licking my folds and stroking my clit.
Despite my earlier reservations, I ground down against his mouth. Finn held his tongue against my clit while I rocked my hips back and forth, bucking against his face as my climax coiled low in my belly. Lost in the sensations of Finn’s wicked tongue, I rode his face like my life depended on it. My orgasm hovered just out of reach, and when I felt it begin to ignite, Finn pulled back.
Delight at my loss of inhibition shone in his expression, while desperation for the release he denied me caused my legs to shake.
“Such a good girl, Mo Chridhe ,” he praised. The wetness between my legs increased at his words, the urge to rub my legs together for friction driving me mad. His right arm released my thigh, skilled fingers slipping between his face and my swollen pussy before pressing inside me, crooking against my front wall. My pleasure skyrocketed as he rubbed the spot. “Now come on my face,” he ordered before sucking on my engorged clit.
His tongue massaged my swollen bundle of nerves while his fingers twisted in and out of my wet heat. He worked me higher, his pace steady until the only thing I could focus on was the euphoria radiating through my body. Finn flattened his tongue against my clit, tapping on it and sending me into the stratosphere. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, the pleasure all-consuming as my vision went white.
The orgasm eventually waned, my body falling limp while my hands gripped the mattress to keep myself upright. Finn continued to stroke me through the aftershocks. When I could take no more, I slumped off to the side and collapsed on the bed.
Chest heaving like I ran a marathon, I felt Finn’s lips trailing up my calves and thighs while I floated outside of my body. Making his way up my torso, Finn continued his journey north before his lips pressed against mine, his tongue snaking inside and allowing me to taste myself.
I let out a plaintive whimper, and Finn chuckled before moving down to my breast where his lips clasped around my nipple and began lavishing it with attention. A roughened hand trailed to my other breast, alternating between lightly pinching and plucking at my bud.
I moaned, my body reigniting from the ashes of my orgasm. I feathered my hands through his hair while his undivided attention remained on my chest. A pained groan escaped me, my eyes closing as his ministrations caused my pussy to spasm.
“Finn,” I murmured. Ignoring me, he continued to worship my breasts. “Finn,” I moaned, my hips reflexively lifting into the air. Still unable to form coherent sentences, I tugged on his hair. His head lifted this time, pressing a kiss against my jaw before murmuring, “You didn’t think we were done, did you Mo Chridhe ?”
My eyes snapped open, his smirk making me weak in the knees, the devilish glint in his eyes letting me know we were nowhere near finished.
Flipping us over so I straddled his waist once more, his cock lay flat against his stomach. His shaft nestled between my oversensitive folds, the tip glistening with precome and the head peeking out each time he glided himself back and forth. The underside of his length rubbed against my clit, my hips jolting with each pass as shocks of electricity radiated from the spot between my legs.
By the time he had me bucking against him, his erection was thoroughly coated in my arousal, the remnants slipping down my thighs.
I groaned loudly and without inhibition at how good he always made me feel. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine sex could be like this. Now that I understood real intimacy, I knew without a shadow of a doubt I could never be with another man. Finn had effectively ruined me for anyone else, and I couldn’t even be upset about it given the pleasure I experienced when we were together.
Finn’s hands latched onto my hips, raising them just far enough to notch the head of his cock at my entrance. “And to make sure I really drive the message home about how not worried I am, you’re going to ride me like a goddamn barrel racer,” he growled, thrusting his length inside me while his hands pulled me down onto him.
I cried out at the invasion, the stretch sending delicious tingles throughout my body. My pussy contracted hard around his cock as I sat flush against his pelvis. Finn’s hands guided my own to his chest, resting them on his sculpted pecs before returning his grip to my hips.
Tentatively leaning my full weight down against his chest, I closed my eyes and rocked. My clit rubbed against his pubic bone with each roll forward.
“That’s it, Mo Chridhe ,” Finn encouraged. “Use my cock to get yourself off. It and every other part of me belong to you.”
His words made my walls spasm around him, a pained groan rumbling from his chest. Moving my hips in a figure eight pattern, I ground down against him every time I reached the center. The movement caused his cock to stroke my walls the way only he ever had. I worked us both higher, wrenching continuous moans from Finn, his fingers digging into my flesh while I took what I wanted from him.
Continuing to swirl my hips, the need for more friction took over. Raising up enough for Finn’s slick cock to partially slip from my body, I dropped back down. A full body shudder shook through me, the move awakening a frantic need within.
Repeating the move again and again, I climbed higher, digging my nails into his chest so hard I was positive they’d leave marks. My hips began to lose their rhythm, Finn’s strong hands guiding me when my muscles gave in to fatigue. He gripped me, pulling me down on his cock, his length twitching inside me.
I leaned forward, moving my hands from his muscled chest to either side of his head, and pressed my breasts against him. Rocking back and forth, I took every inch of his shaft. Watching him struggle not to come before me, I pressed my lips against his.
Teeth clenching, he gritted out, “I love you, Mo Chridhe .”
His declaration detonated my orgasm. My climax tore through me, triggering a full-body shudder. Finn pistoned his hips into me, thrusting from below as his cock jerked. I clamped down around him, his release coating my walls while I wrung the seed from his balls before collapsing against his chest.
Finn’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close while we both caught our breath, our bodies still intimately connected.
After several minutes, Finn rolled me over, his spent cock slipping from my heat when he tucked me beneath the covers. Walking to the bathroom, Finn returned with a warm washcloth. Momentarily peeling back the comforter, he used the damp cotton to wipe between my legs, cleaning his orgasm from my body before tossing the soiled linen in the hamper.
Slipping beneath the covers beside me, Finn pulled me into the crook of his arm. I snuggled against him, happily using his chest as a pillow. His ever-steady heartbeat lulled me to sleep. Right before I fell into the abyss, I curled myself around his torso and whispered, “I love you too, Finn.”