MAYA BROOKE
The second Finn pushes inside me, I gasp in his ear and clutch my arms around his shoulders. I’m trembling as he sinks deeper and deeper. Feeling him completely and utterly bare. I cry out when he pulls back an inch and thrusts.
I dig my nails into his back as my legs latch around his waist. His weight pins me as he takes his time, moving his hips at a pace that might just kill me.
“Finn,” I cry, but he devours the sound with a kiss. “Oh my god.”
When our tongues entwine, I whimper and grip the back of his head, trying my hardest to deepen the kiss. I can’t get enough. It’s hot and raw and leaves me feeling vulnerable, but there’s no one on this planet I’d rather be vulnerable with than Finn.
Because there isn’t a single second where I worry about what I look or sound like. It’s just us and nothing else. The man I could act like a total fool in front of, and he’d still think it was hot.
“Fuck, Maya,” he grunts, biting down on my bottom lip.
Our eyes meet, and he continues to thrust and thrust. We move as one. Together. Tears threaten my eyes as he reaches my G-spot every single time. My legs tremble around him as he fucks me with perfect precision.
This man. This fucking man.
It’s like he committed my body to memory, every angle that makes my toes curl, every position that makes me scream. He hasn’t forgotten a single thing, and it makes me want to cry at the thought.
“You’re soaking my cock.” He glances down at where we’re combined. “Dripping over my balls. Fuck.”
My mouth opens at his words, and a hoarse moan leaves my lips. I didn’t even realise I was that wet, but neither of us is complaining.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers over my lips. “I’ve missed you so fucking much, Maya. It hurts.”
I cry out as tears threaten my eyes. “I missed you, too. So much. Don’t stop.”
Finn grits his teeth as he fucks into me again and again. Good thing he’s holding me up because if my legs were on the floor, I’d be a puddle. He restrains me to the wall with his strength and weight, and it’s so incredibly attractive knowing he can do it without a struggle.
“More,” I beg.
“Harder?”
“Yes,” I nearly scream.
Finn’s hips buckle, and he slams into me, and I bellow out a sob.
So intense. So mind-numbing. So fucking perfect.
“Ugh,” I groan as I bite down on my bottom lip, pleasure washing over me. “Feels. So. Fucking. Good.”
“Yeah?” He nips at my earlobe. “I want you to feel good, baby.”
He reaches a point that has me moaning like there’s no tomorrow. I’m completely lost in him. But I want to take control, I want him to lose his damn mind. Last time he took care of me, now it’s time to take care of him.
It’s all I can think about.
“Wait,” I whisper, completely drunk on him.
Finn stops immediately. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Put me down,” I murmur.
He doesn’t hesitate, he does as I ask, and his cock slips from my core.
“What’s wrong, Maya?” he asks again, panic evident in his voice. “Did I hurt you?”
I press a hand to his chest. “No. I wanna ride you.”
Finn’s mouth falls open at the same time his eyes begin to dilate even darker. “Fuck.” He rolls a hand down his face. “I thought something was wrong—”
“No.” I shake my head sternly and reach up to kiss him. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out, Finn.”
He groans thickly. “God.” He places his hands over my jaw. “You are the sexiest woman on this planet.”
A grin stretches over my lips at his words. “Get on your knees,” I order.
Finn doesn’t need to be asked twice. He lowers himself down onto his knees before pushing up my jumper and kissing along my stomach. I hum at the sensation.
“Now, lie down.”
I realise we’re doing this in the middle of his family kitchen, but it makes it ten times hotter. Fucking on his kitchen floor? Yes, please.
Finn lies down as I strip off my jumper, leaving me in nothing but my nude bra. His eyes widen at the sight, and I unhook it from the back until I’m completely naked. I watch as he studies every inch of me with awe.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans as he rubs his thigh. “Come ride this cock.”
I hover myself above him before lowering down onto my knees. I grip his cock at the base before placing it at my entrance, and within a second, I sink down onto him with ease.
My eyes flutter at the sensation as Finn grunts out his pleasure. His fingers curl around my hips as I impale myself on his cock until he’s fully seated inside me. The sound we make together echoes around us, and it’s nothing short of erotic.
I start to bounce and grind as he fills me with every inch.
“Jesus Christ,” Finn hisses as he doesn’t take his eyes off me for a second. “How the fuck did I get so lucky? Woman of my dreams.”
My chest glows at his praise as I press my hands to his chest, shoving up the fabric of his T-shirt so I can touch his bare skin. I groan when he reaches my most sensitive spot inside me as I continue to fuck myself on him.
“Keep going, baby,” he grunts, but I have no plans to stop.
We lock eyes, and my mouth falls open as I release a soft whimper. “You feel so…good,” I moan as I start to ride him harder and harder.
Finn’s fingers grip onto my hips. “Fuck.”
My eyes swim with tears with the sensations that storm through me.
Our skin starts to slap against one another until our heavy breathing fills the air. I ride him like it’s our last time. I don’t hold back, and the way Finn’s face twists with a look of pure pleasure and adoration makes me choke out.
The look in his eye. The way they flare, light up, dilate. It’s something that will stay locked in my memory forever.
“You own me, Maya Brooke,” he gasps with a heated haze. “All of me.”
My mouth quivers at his declaration as I continue to bounce. “Even this cock?”
“Even this cock. All yours. I’d get your name tattooed on it.”
The idea is ludicrous and stupid but sends a shiver down my spine.
“What else do I own?” I pant with hazy eyes.
He slides my hand up his body until it’s resting in the middle of his chest, immediately feeling a vibrating hum. “My heart,” he exhales with a grunt. “God, Maya. You definitely have your name carved into my heart.”
I hold his stare as I rock over him, and the air around us becomes thinner. I can’t fucking breathe. He sits up and wraps his arms around my back, hooking an arm over my shoulder and pressing his lips to my chest. I slow down and catch my breath as I place my arm around the back of his neck.
“You are everything,” he whispers. “Everything to me.”
Our lips brush as I ride him until he’s grunting, sweat dripping down the side of his face. I close my eyes at his words and release a soft whine as I grind against him.
He slowly drags me back down to the floor, our chests flush against one another as he raises his knees and starts to fuck into me. It’s slow and purposeful, making sure I feel every inch of him.
“Finn,” I gasp.
“I love it when you say my name,” he rasps. “I love hearing you cry out for me.”
I twist my head, and our lips meet. He muffles my moans as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I nearly lose it there and then, completely drowning in him until I’m unable to resurface.
After a few moments, his thrusts start to speed up until the sound of his skin slapping against mine becomes louder—as do the moans that I can’t contain. I push back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke as we move together, and everything else starts to fade away.
“Ugh, fuck. That’s it, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”
I bury my teeth into my bottom lip as my pleasure builds rapidly.
“Finn,” I whine. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“Then drench my cock,” he grunts in my ear. “Make it real messy for me. Let me see it.”
I cry out as he slams into me, hitting a spot that makes me see stars within seconds. I scream through my orgasm, his name nothing but breathless pants on my tongue as I hold onto him for dear life.
He follows soon after, and the sound of his climax only makes mine last longer. I’m tingling all over. From head to toe. It’s blissful, peaceful, and comforting all at once.
He pounds into me, filling me with his cum until I can feel it leaking out of me. I slump down onto his chest in a heap, listening to his erratic heartbeat that’s nearly as loud as mine.
Finn’s fingers stroke down my back gently, and he kisses my temple. We stay like this for a while. Enjoying the feel of one another. Completely silent. Completely content.
“You okay?” Finn asks.
My eyes close, and I smile. “Yeah.”
His hands smooth over my bare back, and I shudder. Considering it’s the middle of winter and I’m completely naked on his kitchen floor, I should be freezing, but I’m not. I feel so alive.
“Are you?”
“Very much,” he whispers into my hairline. “Did you mean what you said?”
I raise my head an inch to look at him. The second I see a flash of fear in his eyes, guilt swarms me for how I treated him the last time.
“When you said it meant everything,” he says with a heavy chest.
My eyes flick between his slowly before I lean down and press my lips to his in a delicate kiss. I tremor at the connection and the way he fists the back of my hair as he kisses me harder.
I wasn’t ready before, my heart wasn’t healed, but now…now I know I’m ready. This Finn I know. Dedicated. Sober. Passionate. I thought I lost him, but he found himself, and I couldn’t be prouder.
We speak a thousand words between our kiss, and I wish I could stay in this moment forever.