Chapter 7 #3
Her knees began to give way as he tapped against her mound, varying the tapping from soft to hard, then harder as she cried out: “Yes, oh God, yes! Don’t stop!
” He flicked the shower over to the gentler rainwater setting, before slowly guiding her to the floor.
Then, kneeling beside her, he reached for her swimsuit and began peeling it from her hot, wet body.
He slowed down, reveling in the moment he’d never thought he’d have.
Seeing Sam gloriously naked before him, her elegant curves, her legs slightly open revealing her swollen lips, her mouth parted and panting, trusting him—it made his chest ache—part lust, part love.
God, how he wanted her completely and utterly, forever.
He stroked himself a few times, his eyes locked on her half-lidded gaze.
The way she looked at him almost made him come.
He released his cock and ran his hand up her trembling thigh before his fingers found solace between her swollen lips.
Her hot silkiness, the way she lifted her hips to allow him to reach deeper into her, drove him almost to the edge of insanity.
Spreading her legs, he lowered his head to taste her.
His tongue flicked against her clit before he gently sucked on it.
Sam bucked beneath him, raising her hips higher as if she wanted him to eat every last inch of her.
Happily, he savored her, letting his tongue explore her until it dipped right into the core of her.
Her hands were in his hair, grasping his head tightly while water ran over her body.
Glancing up at her, to watch her face, needing to witness what he was doing to her, he felt a thread inside him tighten, binding him to her in a way he didn’t think he could ever undo.
The way she gazed back at him, so intimate, so honest and raw, it almost broke him.
Slipping a finger to her entrance, he watched, his chest swelling with pleasure as she squirmed against his touch.
“Please, please,” she moaned as he teased his finger in a little of the way. “Finn!”
“You like this?” He leaned over her. His finger slid slowly along her again as if he was memorizing her.
“Uh, yes!” Sam begged, her eyes shut tight. “I’d like more.”
“More?” Finn’s throat tightened. He grasped her thigh gently and pressed her legs open even more. “Like this?”
He slid two fingers up inside her, curling them to press against that smooth, sensitive spot deep within her.
Sam’s cries echoed around the room, softened by the steam.
Her back arched as he stroked deep inside her, his thumb massaging her while the hot water gently fell on her breasts and belly.
She tightened around his fingers, and he knew she was on the verge.
Leaning over her, he continued caressing that sweet spot inside her as she bucked hard against him, her whole body writhing and twisting beneath him.
She shuddered to a climax, her hands in his hair as he dipped his head to taste her again, his tongue rasping hungrily against her now soaked skin.
She was so swollen and pink that he couldn’t get enough of it.
She tasted fresh, new, and yet familiar.
“Finn.” Sam gasped. Her voice weak and breathy. “Oh God …”
Sam’s heat tightened around his fingers even more and she came again as he sucked and stroked her.
Her body bucked, her legs trembling as her cries reverberated around the shower room.
Looking up along her glorious body, Finn’s heart filled with joy as he watched her fall apart—she was so beautiful, so uninhibited.
Sam was beyond anything he’d ever dreamed of.
This first time was like nothing he’d ever imagined—it was so much better, so amazing …
His cock bobbed as she opened her eyes and stared at him.
He almost cried. This was more than sex.
This was Sam—the girl who made him laugh when he didn’t want to, called him out relentlessly, and who knew him better than he knew himself.
And she was letting him see her—all of her—not just her body, she was baring what felt like her very soul to him.
He held his breath, his mind reeling from the beauty of it all. So this, this was love.
“Finn …”
“Yeah.” His voice rasped. He moved over her until he was positioned between her warm legs, his cock brushing against her hot, wet silkiness, making him suck in his breath.
What would it be like when he plunged inside her—to have that tight, heat around him?
He looked down into Sam’s face. She was staring at him, water droplets clinging to her eyelashes, her eyes questioning.
“You all right?” he asked, concerned. What if he messed this up—or hurt her? What if she’d changed her mind?
“Never been better,” she whispered. Her tongue ran along her bottom lip. “You?”
“Thank God,” he whispered. “I thought for a minute you changed your mind.”
“No.” Sam wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing his hard length against her softness. “I most certainly haven’t changed my mind.”
Groaning, Finn rocked against her, loving how she gasped and tightened her whole body around his. “I don’t want this to end.”
Nodding, Sam bit her lip. She tilted her hips upward, crying out as his cock slid down to her entrance.
Finn pressed his tip lightly against her.
God, she was irresistible. She closed her eyes and whispered “please”, and he almost plunged deep into her then and there.
There was nothing more he wanted than to be moving hard inside her, to feel her tight around his cock, nothing. But with a moan he pulled away.
“Just give me a minute,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I want this to be perfect.”
“It already is.” Sam touched him and he almost gave in.
“Condom,” he panted, wishing he could be reckless for once and not care.
“What?” Sam fully opened her eyes, blinking against the water that was beginning to run cold.
“Come on.” Finn got up and reached to help her up. “My room.”
Sam followed him out of the shower. He wrapped a warm towel around her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately.
The click of the dressing room door broke their kiss.
Stepping back from Sam, Finn felt his heart race as footsteps grew louder the closer they got to the shower room.
Sam stared at him, frowning. She reached for him, but he raised his finger to his lips.
Shaking her head she called out, “Hello?”
“Toasties! Sam—I made you one—sustenance before the qualies,” Maya’s voice called out. “You still in that shower? There’ll be no hot water left.”
“Just out,” Sam said. Finn reached into the shower and turned off the running water. “I’ll be down in a minute.” She winked suggestively at Finn. He grinned and shook his head to hold back a laugh.
“Tell Finn,” Maya called from the dressing room. “I can’t find him—but he’s probably in his room—and I know how much you’d like to relive that naked moment you guys had a few weeks ago.” She giggled. “And if I were you, I’d take this chance!”
Finn’s eyebrows shot up. He grinned at Sam and dropped his towel. Sam’s eyes immediately lowered to his cock, then, as her face reddened, rose back to his face, then just as quickly she looked away.
“Eh, yeah,” she half stammered. “Thanks for that!”
“See you in the kitchen.” Maya left the dressing room.
Sam turned to Finn, who was standing, in all his naked glory, with his hands on his hips. She stared at his shoulder as if there was nowhere else she could look. “I can explain …”
Finn twirled slowly. “No explanations necessary.”
Sam started laughing. “Finn! Come here!”
“Happy to!” He picked up his towel and wrapped it around his waist.
Sam leaned against him, laying her head on his damp chest. “I, eh, I wasn’t expecting this to happen.”
“Me either.” Finn leaned his chin on her head. “It was …”
“Yeah.” He could feel her smile against him, hear the happiness in her voice. “Well …”
“Well,” he echoed. He ran his hands down her back, settling on her waist. “We’d better get moving, before she comes back to find us.”
“Yeah. Can you imagine the Insta post?”
“There’s that,” he said happily.
“See you downstairs,” Sam said, planting a kiss on his chest.
Finn squeezed her tight. “Downstairs in five.” He let her go and walked to the door.
Resting his hand on the handle, he turned back to look at her.
She was so beautiful. It was like he’d never seen anything as perfect or wonderful before in his whole life.
Not Bernini’s statues, not the Northern Lights rippling across the sky, not the mountains covered in the freshest snow.
His heart swelled as she smiled shyly at him, her hair tucked behind her ear and her towel clinging to her curves. He’d never forget this moment, never.