Chapter 20 #2
“Tell me again that this is what you want?” he growled, looking up at her.
She nodded, mute at the desire evident in his eyes.
He smiled wickedly at her, and she gasped as his fingers slipped lower, gently seeking that sensitive bundle of nerves that was aching for his attention.
His fingertips massaged her swollen mound, dipping to tease her clit as she fought to keep from begging him to fuck her.
This was too good, and if it lasted forever, it wouldn’t be long enough.
A flush burned across her cheeks as he lowered his head to take her nipple into his mouth, his tongue licking her before he sucked hard.
Crying out she threw her head back, unable to keep watching him.
His fingers kept moving against her, stroking and teasing her, creating a deep ache low inside her.
Arching her hips, a guttural groan escaped her throat, and she blushed even harder, suddenly nervous about the intimacy between them.
No one had ever made her groan like that before.
She laughed a little before whimpering as his fingers found her hot, wet center.
“Stop!” she gasped, rising to her elbows to look at him. Finn stopped exploring her body, raising his head to look at her from under sexy, heavy eyelids. Sam’s heart fluttered; her stomach clenched with desire. “You’ll make me come.”
“I want to make you come,” Finn said huskily. He smiled mischievously. “Isn’t that the point?”
Sam giggled. “Well, yes … but not so soon.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Oh?”
“No, not so soon,” she whispered as she slipped from under him so that they were lying down, facing one another. “Let me take a turn.”
Finn’s eyes widened as she pushed him to lie on his back.
He stretched out before her, not once breaking their gaze.
His lips curved up slightly, as if he was curious about what she was going to do while his smile made her think that he knew full well what she had in mind.
His body was perfection, strong yet supple, lean and honed by years of discipline, every inch a masterpiece.
He quivered slightly as she smiled back at him.
The smile drifted from his face as she ran her fingers along his thigh, a groan escaping his lips as he tilted his head back, his forearm covering his beautiful eyes.
His stubble was dark against the golden tone of his skin, his lips parted as she lifted her hand from his body.
He shivered as she shifted closer to him, his stomach rising and falling gently with every inhale and exhale.
Sam’s eyes trailed down his sculpted body, taking in the taut muscles of his chest, the soft dusting of hair that made her bite her lower lip, the deeply etched muscles that formed the V-lines that disappeared into the waistband of his shorts, like a damn arrow directing her to exactly what she was looking for.
She ran one hand down his chest, pausing to caress his lower stomach, relishing how he caught his breath as she scratched her nails gently lower and lower in a circular motion.
She hesitated, for a brief moment, until he uttered her name.
“Sam.” His growling whisper sent a delicious shiver along her spine.
Sam traced the V shape slowly, then ran her fingertips along his waistband, lifting the material ever so slightly.
His cock bulged and flickered beneath the soft cotton.
She ran the tips of her fingers down along the hard length of it, reveling in how he writhed and groaned.
“Yes?” she whispered back to him.
“What are you doing to me?” he groaned as she stroked his pulsating cock.
“This,” she said as she pulled down his shorts. “Lift your hips. Now.”
Finn groaned and complied, sighing as Sam tossed his shorts to one side. Kneeling beside his stretched-out body, Sam touched him, sliding her fingers around his swollen member, learning the feel and the size of him as she leaned forward to press soft, fiery kisses along his hip bones.
Her hand stroked his cock up and down. His skin was soft, silky, and enticing as she varied the tightness of her movements. Her lips carried on kissing his body closer and closer to his cock. Finn lifted his hips, and Sam pushed them back down.
“Wait,” she said. “Wait.”
“I can’t,” Finn moaned. “Touch me, Sam.”
“Well, if you insist,” she said playfully, stroking the entire length of his cock before licking it. “More?”
“Please …” Finn’s words were barely audible as she licked and stroked him, her tongue tasting and teasing every inch of his impressive length.
Vaguely she felt him touch her ass, then gently, but firmly, ease her kneeling legs apart so that he could touch her wet, warm core.
His fingers dipped into her, and she gasped, pushing against them until his fingers were deeper inside her, slipping in and out of her while his thumb pressed tantalizingly against the tender skin of her inner thigh, forcing her to open her legs wider.
With a deep moan she licked her lips and fully took him into her mouth, going deep and tight, loving how he shuddered and groaned, crying out her name as if he was about to come.
“Oh, Sam.” His groan sent a molten spiral of desire through her.
One of his hands was on her head, holding her braid gently as she took him even more deeply into her mouth.
His grip on her hair tightened. His hips moved gently as she gripped the base of his cock with one hand, the other cupped his balls.
He slipped his fingers out of her and pressed against her clit, making her cry out.
Grinding against his hand, her mouth hot and wet and full of his huge cock, the tension tightening in the base of her stomach, with his hand gently guiding her up and down, Sam shuddered.
She was so close, and so was he. His thrusts were more determined, his hand on her head was firm. Suddenly he pulled her away from him.
“I need us to stop,” he panted, his face contorted with pleasure. “I’m too close …”
Shakily, Sam sat back and brushed a strand of hair from her face. Finn moved, fast. Standing above her where she knelt on the bed, he smiled and softly touched her lips with his fingers.
“Lie back. Your turn.”