Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
FINN
W ater rains down on me, dripping off every curve. And that ass covered in white lace right above my face begs to be squeezed. My mouth waters at the sight. I have to stop myself from reaching up and taking a bite. All in good time. I’ve been patient this far. I can take my time with her now I have her.
I climb up the ladder after her. “On the deck, turtle girl.”
She steps over the picnic basket, holding on to the railing as the boat gently sways. When she turns around to face me and sits on the edge of the deck, I lose any strength I had. I’m no longer a bear, but more like a drooling dog.
Her dark pink nipples show through the wet cotton of her bra. She squeezes her legs together, her arms wrap around her stomach, and I pull them away so I can gaze down at her body.
“I’ve dreamt about this moment with my confident, sassy turtle girl. Don’t go all shy on me now.” I swoop down and claim her mouth, stealing her breath away. The taste of her watermelon ChapStick lingers on her lips.
She opens her legs as she lies back on the wooden deck. I lean over her, pressing our bodies together. Rubbing my dick between her thighs, but it’s not enough.
“Tell me you want this, Shell. Tell me you want this as much I do.” I kiss her jaw, sucking my way down to her neck.
Her nails imprint on my shoulders. “I want you, Finn. Don’t make me wait any longer. I need you now.”
“What do you need?” I lift to look into her eyes. My chest swells along with my dick at having her beneath me.
“I need you to kiss me.” She pulls me back to her, stroking her tongue against mine.
I need to kiss other parts of her body. My hands roam her curves, cupping her glorious tits, my thumb circling her nipple. She arches her back, writhing beneath me as I twist her nipple.
“Take this off.” My hand reaches under her to unclip her bra.
“Finn. We can’t do this out in the open.”
I chuckle and look around. “There’s nobody here but the turtles.” Facing the side of the boat, I shout, “Hey, Ninja Turtles, if this boat’s rocking, don’t come knocking.”
Shelly giggles, her tits jiggling as her chest shakes. “You’re so adorbs.”
“Not as adorable as you.” I pull the bra straps down her arms. Her breasts spill out and I swoop down to take one between my teeth before suckling on her taught nipple, loving how it feels against the flat of my tongue. I move to the next one to give it the same attention until they’re both swollen.
Moving south, I kiss her soft stomach, my fingers finding the elastic to her knickers. “Did I mention I like tacos?”
Her belly jiggles with a laugh. “You may have mentioned it.”
My fingers hook under the fabric and gently tug, waiting for her signal that she wants this. “Did I mention just how much I like them?”
She lifts her bottom, allowing me to slide her knickers down her thick thighs, over the turtle tattoo she has there. “You’ll have to show me just how much.”
I don’t need any more signals than that. I toss the knickers over my shoulder, not caring where they land. She won’t be wearing them again today. Not while I’m around, anyway.
I run my palms down her inner thighs and push her legs wide open. She sucks in a breath; the breeze hitting her little pink pearl peeking out between her folds.
Her legs tremble as my thumb dips into her heat and slides upwards, coating her clit in her slickness. I place my other hand over the light dusting of hair and hold her in place while I slide two fingers inside, loving how her hips buck against my hand.
Sinking farther into her soft channel, I almost come, imagining what my dick’s gonna feel like snug inside her. I pull my fingers out and hold up the clear liquid webbing between my fingers. “Is this all for me?”
She lifts on her elbows with panting breaths and wide eyes as she watches me lick my fingers clean. Tasting her arousal for the first time has me high. “Finn, stop teasing me. I can’t stand it.”
I rub her clit again with my thumb. “Say my name again.”
“What?”
I circle her pearl. “Say my name. ”
“Finnegan, something.” She moans, her thighs trembling. “I can’t remember your full name.”
My lips curl upwards. “Just Finn’s what I wanted to hear, but let me spell out my full name for you with my tongue.”
Her body tenses as I get to work, dipping into her wetness and licking all the way to her clit. My dick’s rock hard and chafing against the wet fabric of my boxers. I reach down and free my dick, pulling my boxers down my thighs. The wet fabric clings to my legs, but I ignore it and focus on my girl as she squirms under me, lifting her hips to meet my tongue with each lick.
I slide my fingers back into her heat, needing to make her come before I do, which won’t be long at this rate. My dick’s already weeping. Crooking my digits inside her, I search for her G-spot while I continue licking her clit. She wriggles like a fish on a hook, but I’m the one who’s fallen hook, line and sinker.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she makes a fist, calling out my name again. I keep the rhythm going with my tongue while I stroke the spot inside her that’s sending her wild.
Her fist tightens in my hair. “Finn, don’t stop. Oh my gosh, Finn.”
She doesn’t need to tell me. I know my task and there’s no way I’m stopping until she tightens around my fingers and gushes all over my hand and face, though she’s already dripping with arousal. The sweet and sour taste of her is my new favourite cuisine.
Her hips buck, her back arches. She clenches a fist, pulling on my hair, sending a shiver straight to my throbbing cock. Her moans are like music to my ears, telling me I’m doing a good job, encouraging me and spurring me on .
And there it is. A gush of warmth floods my hand as she squeezes my fingers. I don’t stop milking her until she can’t take any more. When the tightening slows to small pulses, I slip my fingers out and lick her clean, circling her entrance with my tongue.
I’m high as a fucking kite on her scent. My dick twitches, bobbing against my stomach, reminding me it’s his turn next.
Leaning up, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than her flushed chest and cheeks. She’s catching her breath, eyes hooded, and a satiated smile on her face.
I crawl on top of my girl, peppering kisses all the way up her soft body. My dick desperate to slip inside her. I kiss her lips.
Her hips rise to meet my dick. “I want you inside me, Finn.”
“I want to hear you beg.” I grind against her soaked pussy. “Beg for my dick, turtle girl.”
“Do you have a condom?”
I pull back before I slip inside. “Fuck.” It completely slipped my mind. That’s not like me at all, but I was so lost in her, I’ve lost all rational thought. “Please tell me you’re on the pill or something?” I hover above her, my dick straining, almost willing me to slide against her slick folds again, but I never sleep with anyone without protection.
Her green eyes glisten in the sun. “I don’t take anything that isn’t natural.” Her brow furrows in confusion. “All that talk and you haven’t even got a condom. You think it’s the woman’s responsibility to take horm?—”
I kiss her lips before she gives me a lecture. She kisses me back, our tongues in a duel for dominance. “It’s not down to the woman at all. I just didn’t think.” I kiss her again, sucking on her bottom lip with just a trace of her ChapStick left. “If I’m honest, I never thought I’d get this lucky.”
She fights back a smile, biting her lip. “I told you the turtles were lucky.”
I kiss her neck. “You’re my lucky turtle.” I crawl over her on the deck and fist my length until I’m positioned over her big, beautiful tits. “Push your tits together for me.” I let go of my dick, dropping it in the valley of her breasts with a slap.
“What?” She glances between the head of my cock and my face.
“It’s either that or your mouth. One way or another, I need to fuck you, but I’ve been thinking about these tits all week.”
Her mouth parts, her panting breaths lift her chest higher and I rock my hips, sliding down her valley. She cups the side of each breast and pushes them together. The sight has my dick leaking pre-cum all over her chest. I’ve barely moved and I’m ready to explode.
I lean over and spit where her tits meet, coating my dick in saliva to slide between her with ease. “You feel so fucking good.” I thrust faster against her chest.
She holds them in place for me while I fuck her tits, her gorgeous green eyes glistening in the sun as she gazes at my cock, almost mesmerised at what we’re doing, but I have so many more things I was to do with her.
With each thrust, I’m almost hitting her chin, ready to paint her face with my cum. The thought has my balls drawing tighter, pressure building low in my stomach, and I couldn’t stop now if I wanted to.
“Shelly.” I gaze into her eyes as I come undone, wanting to commit this moment to memory. The boat rocks as I thrust again. A warmth floods my groin. Ropes of cum spurt across her chest, creamy drops hitting her chin and mouth.
I groan out my release and another thrust between her tits milks more cum onto her skin.
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, tasting my essence.
“You like the taste of me, turtle girl?” Gazing down at the mess I’ve made, I catch my breath. “I didn’t think you could look more beautiful than you did with flushed skin, but having you covered in my cum, you look exquisite.” I climb off her and collapse at her side on the warm deck.
“Are you going to clean me up?” She chews on her swollen bottom lip.
A grin spreads across my face, and I roll onto my side to admire my art. With my index finger, I draw patterns on her chest with my cum, then rub it in like lotion. “I like you like this.”
“Well, if I have to be covered, then so do you.” She rolls on top of me, rubbing her tits against my chest.
A burst of laughter escapes me. “You flooded my face down there. I’m covered, believe me.” I pull her head down to meet my lips.
Her tongue swirls against mine and I’m washed away once more, caught in her net as she sets sail with my heart.
After losing all sense of time, I lie on the deck with her snuggled by my side, both of us sticky and naked. My arm drapes down her spine as she tucks her head on my chest. I stroke the small dent in her back with my fingers.
“Finn.”
“Yeah.”
“What are we doing? ”
“I just need five more minutes after that, then we can do whatever you like. I’m getting a bit hungry, actually.”
“I mean, what are we doing? I need to know where I stand. Is this real?” She lifts her head, her green eyes full of innocence as they plead with me for answers.
I swipe the hair from her face. “With you here right now, it’s the most real thing in the world.”
She relaxes back onto my chest with a sigh. “Good, because I’m starting to really like you.”
My chest shakes with a silent laugh. “Was it my fast tongue that brought you to that conclusion?”
She lifts her head with a smile. “Well, it isn’t your ego.”
I hold her tight. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re my girl.” My lips kiss the top of her head. “My turtle girl.”
Looking up at the sky, a silhouette of a large bird flies overhead. I bring my hand to my eyes to block out the sun for a better look. “The eagle’s magnificent.” I point to the sky. “Look.”
Shelly tilts her head and squints at the sun. “White-tailed eagles are rare around here.”
“The white tails are native to the UK. He’s a long way from home.”
“It’s a sign.” She lifts, resting on my chest. “It’s your spirit animal.”
I hold back my laugh, not really believing in all that nonsense, but I’d sooner be an eagle than a peacock. “So, what does that mean?”
“The eagle symbolises freedom. You must believe you can soar to new heights.” Her fingers trace the feathers on my chest that I worked into the intricate design. “I believe you will with your art. The eagle is a symbol of hope. You just have to take a leap of faith.”
What she’s saying resonates with me. I’ve always wanted the freedom to choose my own path, but I’ve always wanted to please my family and make them proud. In this moment, I realise I can’t do the latter while I’m not given space to soar.
Thinking of my father, I’m reminded of his offer of dinner.
“My father invited you to dinner at the country club. I understand if it’s too soon to meet the parents. You don’t have to come, but I said I’d ask.”
“You told your father about me?”
This was a bad idea. I should have told her about my dad before things got this far, but she would’ve never given us a chance. It was too much of a risk. I just need to convince my dad to change his plans, and the only way to do that is for him to meet her. If anyone can convince him, it’s her.