Chapter 17 #2
Deep in the recesses of her mind, she knew there was a witty rejoinder to be found somewhere, but it was buried beneath a haze of lust so thick she couldn’t find it.
Surrounded by Finn, who was warm and solid and real, the sight of him holding himself aloft over her as familiar as it was novel, she was struck with a longing so fierce it made it difficult to breathe.
Not even in her wildest imaginings had she ever thought she would get to have this again, not outside her dreams. And even those tended to be bittersweet more often than not.
“Hey.” Finn drew back, a frown between his brows that didn’t belong there. “Where’d you go?”
She shook her head. “Nowhere.”
He sat up, kneeling between her thighs. “You still want this, right?” he asked, interpreting her silence as a loss of interest when that couldn’t have been further from the truth.
“I do,” she whispered. “I really do.”
There was nothing she wanted more. Nothing except maybe—
Don’t think about that right now.
She gave herself permission not to think, turning herself over to the feeling of Finn’s hands skimming down her sides, over her ribs, and along her waist. When he encountered the hem of her towel, his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, teasing her bare skin, his calloused fingertips leaving goose bumps in their wake.
Finn’s thumbs stroked the creases of her thighs, where her legs met her body. Slow, measured strokes, maddeningly consistent and so close to where she ached. But not close enough. Just a little higher…She arched her back, urging him on, trying to get him to touch her where she wanted it most.
“Lift up.”
She did, and he slipped the towel out from beneath her, tossing it on the floor. His fingers grazed the sides of her breasts, his teeth sinking into her bottom lip as his thumbs brushed across her nipples, making her suck in a stuttered breath.
“Shit.” He leaned close, swirling his tongue around her left nipple until it pebbled. He wrapped his lips around it, tugging on the shiny silver barbell with his teeth. A shock of pleasure shot from her chest to her core, her cunt clenching and her clit throbbing.
A little whimper tumbled off her tongue as she squirmed, hips rocking, seeking friction. Finn was too far away, holding himself aloft above her. Desperate to take the edge off even a little, she slipped her hand between her thighs and circled her clit.
“Fuck,” he croaked, looking like he’d had the wind knocked out of him, watching her touch herself. “Let me…”
He shifted atop the mattress, lowering himself between her thighs, wiggling down the bed until he was laid out, his head pillowed on her thigh.
He nudged her hand aside, brushing a fleeting kiss against her knuckles, then ran his fingers through the curls between her legs.
She held her breath, chest growing tight as his touch finally dipped lower, his fingers brushing her clit and sliding between her folds, circling her entrance.
“You’re dripping, baby,” he murmured, watching as he sank two thick fingers inside her. He hissed, the sound devolving into a groan. “Do you get this wet all the time, or is it just for me?”
“You,” she gasped, rocking her hips, eyes falling shut when he crooked his fingers inside her. “It’s for you, Finn. Please.”
He grunted softly and turned his cheek, stubble scraping her skin as he pressed a sweet kiss against the inside of her thigh.
At the first sweep of his tongue through her folds, she squirmed.
Finn splayed his free hand against her belly, keeping her still, his broad shoulders holding her trembling thighs open to him as he explored, finding her most sensitive spots and teasing out responses from her body.
A whimper escaped when he curled his fingers and grazed a spot that made her eyes roll back.
A choked-back cry when he fastened his mouth around her clit and sucked.
It happened so fast.
Pressure built in her core, swelling. Fleetingly, she hoped she wouldn’t actually cause a natural disaster, and then it was too late to care, too late to do anything even if she did.
Heat spread through her veins, her back bowing, arching sharply off the bed, a hand buried in Finn’s hair, unable to make up her mind whether to hold him there or shove him off, the pulsing pleasure sharp and good and too much.
He gave her clit one last lick, which made her muscles jerk, then eased his fingers from her cunt, her walls clenching down, missing him already.
Slowly, Finn crawled over her, planting a trail of kisses from her belly button up to her chin. His smile was small and pleased, the corners of his eyes creased as he stared down at her with a tenderness in his expression that made her ache. “I could spend forever doing that.”
She lifted her hand to his face and cupped his jaw, stroking her thumb over its hinge. “Why are you still wearing pants?”
“Because.” He turned his head to the side, kissing the inside of her wrist. “I’m not done with you yet.”
She made a soft noise of dissent. “I don’t want you to be done with me.” Her breath quivered in her throat. “I want you inside me.”
To be as close as humanly possible until his breaths became hers, until she couldn’t say with any certainty where she ended and he began.
He didn’t do her the disservice of asking if she was sure, trusting that she meant what she said, that she knew what she wanted.
He stripped with a swiftness that spoke to his need for her, a need that matched her own.
Lowering himself on top of her until their chests brushed and his forehead pressed into hers, his breath ghosting across her face, Finn grabbed her right thigh, hiking it up onto his hip.
She had nowhere to look but into his eyes as he nudged her nose with his and slowly sank into her, inch by inch, pressing deep, so deep, stopping only when his hips were flush with hers.
The thread within her drew taut, and something inside her shifted, clicking into place. It was nothing as pedestrian as puzzle pieces slotting together. This felt tectonic, like fault lines reforming, two wayward continents that had drifted far, far apart finding their way home.
Finn’s jaw was clenched, a muscle just beneath his ear jumping as he held still. His breath stuttered through his nose, tickling her cheek. “Jesus fuck, baby, you feel—”
She tilted her hips, and they both gasped when he sank a little deeper. “Finn.”
He shifted, resting his weight on one forearm beside her head. His other hand clutched her hip, fingers biting into the meat of her thigh as he arched his hips and began to move in slow, measured thrusts that punched the air from her lungs each time his cock bottomed out inside her.
A desperate mewl escaped her mouth, and then another, whimpers falling off her tongue until he covered her mouth with his, swallowing her cries, his tongue sliding against hers, his teeth biting and bruising and leaving her lips swollen and hot to match the rest of her.
“Fuck,” he growled into her mouth, and the hand on her thigh twitched, trembling, his hips grinding into her, his pelvis swiveling against her aching clit.
“You’re close, aren’t you? I can— Fuck, baby.
” The sound he made verged on a whimper, and it made her cunt flutter.
“I can feel you. You’re squeezing me so tight. ”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, panting against his lips. “Please, Finn, please—”
His teeth closed around her bottom lip, biting down, and she cried out against him, voice hoarse as she clenched around his cock, vision spotting until it went entirely black, pleasure rushing over her and pulling her under.
His kiss grew frantic, the press of his lips bruising as she trembled, pleasure continuing to zip through her until she wasn’t sure she could take much more of it, her muscles spent and sore from clutching and clenching and curving into him, around him, trying to pull him deeper inside her, as deep as possible.
She almost felt drunk, lightheaded as Finn’s kiss lost its fervor but not its intensity, his hips slowing to a stop, his cock throbbing inside her.
His mouth brushed hers, her lips tingling, his tongue and teeth less determined to devour her and take her apart, now trying to coax her back to the land of the living.
Finn drew back, his lips leaving hers after one last, chaste press.
“Effie. Baby, look at me.”
Through hazy eyes, she stared up at him. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple and along the side of his jaw. She licked her lips.
“Where can I…?”
“Inside.” She ran her fingers up the back of his neck, nails lightly scratching his skin, and wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels pressing into the backs of his thighs, clutching him close. “I want it inside me.”
Her answer sent a shudder through him. Eyes locked on hers, his teeth biting at his bottom lip, Finn withdrew until just the head of his cock was inside her, then snapped his hips, driving her up the bed.
Her hands scrambled against the mattress and grasped at his shoulders as a choked whimper fell from her lips.
His hand slithered down her body, his palm settling on her mound, his thumb strumming her clit.
She shook her head, curls frizzing around her face, damp with sweat and mussed beyond belief. “I don’t think I can—”
“One more,” he begged, the muscles of his abdomen rippling and dancing beneath his sweat-slick skin. “You can do it, baby. Let me feel it. Come with me.”
A few strokes of his cock were all it took to make her back arch and her eyes squeeze shut. She choked out a sob of pleasure as her toes curled and her cunt clamped down around him, so tight he hissed through his teeth.
Finn snapped his hips, once, twice, three more times, her name falling off his tongue in a desperate, choked-off groan as his fingers bit into her waist so hard she’d probably bruise, his cock buried deep inside her as he came.