She melted against him, her hands skimming over the hard planes of his chest, nails digging in just enough to make him growl with pleasure.He liked that.Good, she needed him to feel what she was feeling, how much she wanted him—how much she’d always wanted him.
He broke away from their kiss as her hands grasped the waistband of his sweatpants. His hands pulling hers away as his cock pressed hard against her belly. “Say it again.” He grasped her wrists tightly while leaning deeper, harder against her. “I like how you say it.”
“I love you, Finn. I want you.” Sam pushed back against him, willing him to understand how much she wanted this. Her eyes strong on his. “Finn.”
He let go of her wrists, his mouth tantalizingly close to hers. “You’re mine, Sam,” he breathed raggedly. “It’s always been you. Even when I tried to let you go, I couldn’t.”
Sam pulled him to her. She clung to him, her fingers threading through his hair, her entire body melting into his.Finn swept an arm around her waist, lifting her just enough that she had no choice but to wrap her legs around him, gasping as his cock, hard and rigid, pressed against her most intimate parts. She looked down into his face as he carried her upstairs to his room.
“Sam,” he said, staring up at her with a heat that made her skin tingle as if she was already naked. “I see you. I want to see all of you. Tonight, and every night. Forever.”
The door slammed shut behind them.
Finn carried her across the lamplit room in a heartbeat, his hands holding her ass, his mouth on hers. They tumbled onto the bed, his hands reaching under her shirt as if he was desperate to touch her skin. Sam arched her back as his fingers found her nipples, coaxing them into stiff peaks beneath the silkiness of her bra. His touch was everything she’d ever wanted, and now it was almost too much. Grasping a handful of his hair, she moaned into his neck as he kissed and caressed her. Her body pulsed as they ground against each other. Eager to have his skin on hers, she pushed him away, fumbling with her shirt buttons as he kissed her neck, sucking and nipping at the tender spot beneath her ear until she groaned and hastily pulled the shirt open, not caring that two buttons flew across the room. His hands scorched against her waist as she pushed him to lie back on the bed, his eyes drinking her in as she stood up to tear her pants off. For a moment she stood still, unable to believe they were doing this. Leaning up on his elbows, he raised an eyebrow at her and her stomach flipped.
“You okay?” he asked, his eyes roaming down her body. Sam caught a movement in his sweatpants. She nodded,breathless, her eyes taking him all in as she reached for his waistband.
His quick intake of breath as she tugged down his sweatpants made her heart race. He kept watching her as she climbed on top of him, her long lean thighs straddling his waist while his hard cock pulsed against her softness.
“I’m okay,” she said, loving how his hands felt on her waist, her ass, slipping into her panties and pulling at them gently. His hands moved back to her waist, grasping her tightly.
“You feel incredible,” he groaned as she ground down on his thick length. “Christ, Sam.” He grabbed her more tightly then in a flash she was beneath him, his full body—hard and urgent—pressed her into the mattress in the most intoxicating way.
His lips ghosted kisses along her jaw, down her throat, his strong legs nudging hers apart. “Tell me,” he murmured. “Is this what you want?”
“I don’t want anything else.” Sam scraped her nails across his shoulders, arching her back as his mouth, fevered and wet, traced kisses down her neck and to her breast. She slipped her bra straps down, as he reached behind her to unhook it. His tongue rasped against her nipple, sucking and biting gently while his fingers tugged her panties off. He touched her lower belly, his eyes darkening as she sucked her breath in.
“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 bundleof 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 wasperfection, 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.”
