Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Frankie
Finch’s voice echoed through the apartment. “Where are you?"
"Where do you think I am?" I called, chucking my phone on the nightstand and pulling the sheets up to my chin.
“Marco!”
“Polo!”
Finch laughed and wandered into her room. When the door opened, she leaned on the frame. "Just letting ourselves in now, are we?"
I shrugged. "Wasn’t it you who texted me that you were thinking about me in your bed all afternoon long? Or was that the other Goldfinch I'm currently sexting with?” I eyed her up and down. She'd just gotten out of the shower. Now, she wore a baggy black T-shirt and gray sweatpants, her wet hair slicked off her face. "I thought you'd be too desperate to fuck me to shower." I pouted.
She sighed and folded her arms across her chest. "I had a toucan vomit on me today, so I thought I'd do the courtesy of showering first.”
"Okay, fine,” I amended. “For vomit, I'll allow it."
Her eyes dipped to the sheets lifted to my chin. "I like the sight of you in my bed," she confessed.
I pushed the sheets down, revealing the lacy black bra I was wearing, and Finch froze, her eyes taking me in.
"Do you like the sight even more now?" I teased.
"You vixen," she said with a shake of her head. "You have no idea what the sight of you like that does to me."
She yanked her shirt off and tossed it on the floor, revealing her sports bra and the top lines of her strap peeking above her low-slung gray sweatpants.
I gulped. "And you have no idea what the sight of you like that does to me."
"I want to see more," she said, her eyes lingering on my chest.
I rose up onto my knees, revealing my black lace panties that matched my bra, a crisscross leather harness belted across my waist down to the top of my thighs. I swore I saw the moment Finch's soul left her body and reentered again.
She shook her head. "The student has become the master," she said, prowling forward. "I have no more to teach you. My work here is done."
I chuckled, crawling toward her as she crossed the distance and captured my lips.
"You want me to fuck you so badly, don't you?" she murmured against my mouth.
"So, so badly," I said back between deep, desperate kisses.
Her hands were everywhere, tangled in my hair and skimming over my ass. I threw my head back as she kissed over the lace of my breasts, nipping at my sensitive flesh. Trailing down my belly, she hooked her fingers in my underwear and slowly pulled it down.
She shoved me back onto the mattress, and I gasped as she whipped her pants off and revealed the ribbed purple cock she'd been hiding under them.
I licked my lips.
“You want this?" she asked, stroking a hand over the purple shaft.
I nodded, biting my lip as she prowled over me. I knew what she would do, all of the foreplay and slow building before she’d take me, and I was way too turned on to accept the level of teasing I knew I was in for. I was already dripping wet, and I needed her to take me fast and rough.
I grabbed for the ribbed head and positioned it to my entrance. “I am so ready.” I groaned. “Fuck me. Please.”
Finch was more than happy to indulge me, slowly pushing in. My head fell back as I relished in the sensation.
“Faster,” I begged.
She started moving, slowly at first and then increasing in pace. In and out, she found this sweet rhythm that had my eyes crossing, reading my every breath as she rode me harder. I tried to focus, to get lost in the rhythm, knowing I only had a little bit of time before . . .
I realized it all at once and let out a surprised laugh.
Finch paused, lifting up on her elbow as a confused smile spread across her face. "Why are you laughing?" she asked even as she started laughing too, like she couldn't help it. “Care to share with the class?”
I loved this. I’d always thought sex had to be so serious. I never thought we could chat or laugh or take breaks, easily floating in and out of these different states of being. We could be everything at once. There was an inherent safety and comfort with Finch that I didn’t know existed before her.
"I just realized something,” I said as Finch studied my face with a playful expression.
"What?" She rocked her hips again, and I gasped as each ribbed nub trailed over my inner walls.
"Before.” I didn’t specify, but I knew she knew who I was talking about. “I felt like I had to focus, like I knew I only had a few minutes before he finished, but—” My laughter consumed my words.
“But we can go all night, love,” Finch said, nibbling her way up my neck as she read my thoughts.
"Yeah, we can.”
I rocked my hips, a silent plea, and Finch started taking me faster again.
"One of the many wonderful things about sex with women you'll find, Goldilocks," Finch said, kissing her way up to my ear and making my skin tingle. "Our cocks are always ready to go."
My laugh was cut off as she started moving faster, morphing into a moan. “Yes.” I panted as she hit a spot that made my eyes roll back. “Oh god, yes. I . . .”
My fingernails raked down her back, and Finch moaned into my mouth, her tongue battling my own as she fucked me. It was all too much, too good. My orgasm took me by surprise, roaring through me before I could rein it back in. I cried out Finch’s name as she buried her head in my neck, taking me deep and rough, fucking me through every last echo of pleasure. When I collapsed back onto the bed, breathing ragged, Finch propped herself up on her elbows and smiled down at me.
“That’s one,” she said.
“One?”
Her devilish smile widened. “I believe I promised you a record-breaking number of orgasms tonight.”
I gulped. “You did.”
My pussy fluttered around the ribbed cock as she slowly pulled out of me, prowling down my body. “I believe I promised to feast on you too.”
Her hot breath skimmed across my mound, and she poised above my pussy, waiting.
“You di?—”
My words were cut off on a moan as she dropped her mouth to my clit, burying herself between my thighs and devouring me.
My hands fisted in the bedsheets, holding on for dear life as the euphoric wave started cresting in me again. I didn’t know what kind of heaven this was, but I was pretty sure nothing better in the world existed than the magic of her and me.