Chapter 21
twenty-one
Finn
I hold Rosie’s hand on the drive home, and she cuddles against me on the bench seat of my old pickup truck.
When the warmth of her skin and the twist of her fingers aren’t enough, I scoop her bare legs over mine until she’s all but sitting in my lap.
She rests her head against my chest, and I release her hand so I can loop an arm around her.
The need to be closer than my truck allows is palpable.
I pull up to the cabin and when the headlights cut out, we’re plunged into the kind of blackness that only exists in the middle of nowhere.
Moonlight dapples the river with shimmering silver, the porch light illuminates the front door and not much else, and Rosie has never looked more beautiful.
I slip out of the cab and turn around, slide her toward me, and set her on the ground, then take her hand again to lead her up the porch steps.
The silence between us feels sacred, like one word might snap tonight’s enchantment and so before we speak, we need to do something to transform the fragile possibility between us into something nobody can break.
Now, I think when we’re standing by the door. Now. Before it’s too late.
I freeze with my hand on the door handle and kiss her. She kisses me back, and the entire universe contracts into the infinitesimal space between our lips.
I kiss her as I scoop her into my arms. I kiss her while I carry her inside. At the bottom of the ladder, when she tightens her arms around my neck and refuses to relinquish my mouth, I shift the way I hold her, wrapping her legs around my waist and kissing her while I take us up to the loft.
I kiss her until we’re in my room and my legs hit the mattress.
I kiss her and she won’t let go, so I fall with her, stretching over her as she clings to me.
She smells like her, and when I attempt to pull away, just long enough to get her clothes off, she twists her fingers in my hair to keep my lips where they are.
I give her what we both need, long, luxurious strokes of my tongue and hands that caress her sides.
My cock thickens and I roll it against her center, but when Rosie slips her fingertips inside the waist of my jeans, I tilt away and finally release her mouth.
She’s pretty as a picture beneath me, and I kneel so I can peel the clothes from her body, starting with my flannel shirt and following with the white tank underneath. Her bra goes next, full breasts bouncing free, nipples tight and hard enough that I drop my head to suck one, then the other.
“Oh,” she moans as her soft, cool hands glide round the back of my neck.
She skims the skin at the opening of my shirt, and I drag it off.
She approves with a contented sigh, and those inquisitive fingers tickle a path over my shoulders, down my arms, across my throat and chest, until the tease of her touch becomes too much for me to bear.
I kiss her again, slowly and softly, inviting her to open her mouth with the tentative brush of my tongue, and when she obliges, I stroke a little deeper.
Her welcoming mewl makes me groan, and I kiss her harder and rougher, with nips and tugs that will leave her lips swollen and bruised.
Rosie’s arms tighten around me, and I can tell by the shift of her hips, the way her fingernails cut into my skin, the hard stroke of her tongue, that she needs more.
But fuck, I want this to last forever. I want to kiss this girl until the sun comes up.
I want to go slow before we go fast. I want to be the first man to put his mouth on her pussy and make her come with my tongue.
I want to sink into this dream and not surface until… maybe ever.
Rosie seeks the button on my jeans, and I catch her hand with my own.
When she tries to yank free, I tighten my grip and pull her hand from my waist, pinning it to the mattress above her head.
I transfer my weight to my knees so I can catch her other hand too, lifting it higher and crossing her wrists to trap them there.
“What is it?” she asks, tossing her head. “Why can’t I touch you? What do you want?”
I lift my mouth from her neck, trailing the tip of my nose over the hollow of her collarbones and up to her jaw, inhaling deeply when I reach that delicious soft spot below her ear. I snake my free hand up her sternum before wrapping it lightly around her throat.
“I’ve got what I want,” I growl. “Now let me play with it.”
A sound escapes her throat. A whimper. A moan. A wordless surrender, and my dick throbs at the sound.
I kiss her again, pushing her into submission with the pressure of my mouth, and she writhes beneath me.
I twirl and spiral the tip of my tongue over the swell of her tits and with a rough hand, I cup one breast, squeezing it, bringing her to my mouth.
I graze the sensitive nipple with my teeth, and the slight pain is chased with a shot of pure pleasure as Rosie arches against me, begging for more.
Her knees fall open, and I take that as my cue to unzip her shorts.
So much for patience and taking it slow. I let her wrists go so I can remove her shorts and panties, and the minute she’s naked, I fall between her knees, desperate to be the man to discover the way she tastes when she’s turned on. The way she tastes when she comes.
“Fuck, Songbird,” I moan as I open her thighs wider and shift to get my head between them and closer to her glistening perfection. “You’re soaked for me.”
Rosie braids her fingers into my hair as I glide a finger along her slick center, gathering her arousal and massaging her clit until she squirms.
“Don’t tease me, Finn,” she begs. “I need to feel you. I need to come so bad.”
“I don’t mean to tease you, beautiful.” I kiss her sticky inner thighs, licking at the hint of her taste with a groan.
“And you’re going to get what you need, but I’m having the best fucking night of my life down here.
I wish you understood how pretty you are.
How good you smell. How delicious you taste. ”
I reach up to touch her face, and Rosie’s eyes widen as I paint her famous lips with the wetness on my fingers.
She waits, pillowy mouth parted, as I lean in to kiss her.
The taste of her arousal mingles between us, the flavor of her pussy hitting both our tongues, and I swallow it along with her moan.
“You like that?” I ask.
Rosie replies with a stunned nod, eyes hazy with lust, and the corner of my mouth lifts. I’m so fucking hard for her, and there’ll never be a more overwhelming high than having the power to open this woman’s eyes to mind-blowing sex and her own sensuality.
I slide a finger into her, recalling the way she touched herself and mimicking the pumping motion she liked. The wet suck of her cunt makes me close my eyes, and as her hips roll, I apply my thumb to her clit, massaging those swollen nerves in a tight, firm circle.
Her pussy clenches around me, fluttering in rhythm with her needy moans, and I thrust again.
When she tries to touch herself, I hold back her hand and increase the pressure of my thumb on her clit, stimulating her until she bucks.
As her core clenches and she edges close to her first orgasm, I push another finger inside her, pumping slow and then fast, crooking my fingers, finding that spot on the wall of her core that’ll push her into release.
She comes hard and fast, tightening around my fingers and dripping over my hand, and I slow my plunges as her body relaxes into satisfaction.
“Remember how you said you’ve never had a man’s mouth on your pussy?” I ask.
Rosie looks at me with a languid toss of her head, a contended curve to her lips. “Yes?”
“And remember how I said you really shouldn’t have told me that?”
She shivers. “I remember.”
I grin and swipe my knuckles through her arousal, and she flinches when I sweep past her extra sensitive clit. She closes her eyes and cups a breast, fingers tweaking the nipple, and her exposed throat bobs in a deep swallow as I drop my head between her legs.
The first touch of my tongue on her pussy is a tentative tickle, a test of how responsive she is as well as an attempt to condition myself to her flavor so that her first experience being eaten out isn’t a desperate mess made by a man who behaves like a fucking animal.
Unfortunately, she tastes incredible, and at just the brush of my tongue, she’s lifting her hips and hunting for more, hands seeking my head and fingers twisting in my hair.
My dick pulses against my jeans, and I shove at my pants to get naked before I drop back onto the mattress.
Rosie grips my hair again, hanging on for dear life, and I chuckle under my breath.
If that’s the way it has to be, then that’s the way it has to be.
She squeaks when I flip our positions, putting me underneath her open knees, then again when I lift her off my waist and settle her on my face.
“What…?” She looks down at me. “I can’t sit on your mouth. You won’t be able to breathe. I’ll kill you.”
I laugh and drag my tongue over her soaked folds. “And what a way to die.”
Rosie’s eyes flutter closed, and she falls forward, one hand gripping the headboard, hips already grinding down, so I dig my fingers into her soft hips, encouraging her to rest her weight on me.
“Sit, Songbird. Ride my mouth and fuck my tongue. Don’t stop until you’re coming and I’m drowning. You got it?”
“I got it,” she agrees between heavy breaths.