“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 gentlyas 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.”
21
Sam
Dazed, Sam shivered as he took her face in his hands. “What?”
“Lie back.” Finn murmured against her pouty lips, tasting her mouth deeply as she leaned in for more. She reached for his cock again, but he stopped her with a groan.
“Sam,” he growled and took hold of her shoulders. “Lie back. I want you to enjoy this.”
She stopped kissing him and leaned back onto her elbows, her eyes on his. He smiled knowingly at her, and she bit her lower lip as he nodded at her as if asking her to trust him. Lowering her body back onto the warm brushed cotton sheets, Sam gasped as his hands grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him. His hands were warm, rough in places. They felt good, right, against her softness. He settled between her thighs, his powerful legs holding hers apart, heat radiating from his skin. The rough scrape of his hair against her soft inner thighs sent a delicious shiver through her, making her breath come in gasps. Panting, she glanced up at him throughher eyelashes, almost not daring to look at him at all. His gaze was unrelenting, almost pinning her in place. The urge to look away battled with the desire to wrap her legs around him and stare into his eyes as they met. But she didn’t move. Without touching her, or saying anything, he’d made her feel more desirable than she’d ever felt before.
He leaned over her, his cock heavy against her belly as his eyes sought hers. His arms framed her, his hands planted either side of her head, keeping her beneath him but never trapping her. He lowered his head to her ear. “Sam?” he whispered, his voice low, rough but warm. “You want this, don’t you?” His murmur melted her inhibitions completely. She nodded, her hands moving, seemingly of their own accord, to skim the sides of his body to cradle his face.
“Yes. Finn.” She pulled him to her, kissing him deeply as his body pressed down gently on hers. Wrapping her legs around his waist she cried out as his hand ran down her body to grab her ass, his mouth still on hers. Moaning, she moved gently against the hard length of him, loving how wet and slick they both felt. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she arched beneath him, her hips silently urging him closer. As the heat spiked between them, he pulled away, breathless. He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Before she could protest at his pulling away from her, he caught her wrist, and guided it above her head, his grip a teasing contrast of restraint and invitation. Sam fluttered her lashes, a smile on her lips. She willingly offered her other wrist, her heart pounding as he wrapped one large hand around both, effortlessly holding her beneath him. His other hand stroked her face, then grasped her chin as he kissed her deeply. Hishand grazed her throat, her collarbones and traced a gentle, teasing trail down her body, skimming over her nipples as his mouth pressed down on hers. His hand settled on her hip, holding her in place as she writhed beneath him. Lifting his head, he opened his eyes.
“I need you.” His hand left her wrists, slowly and deliberately exploring her body, leaving her breathless and dizzy. He lowered his head to between her thighs, his hands lifted her hips, his mouth tasting her with searing, wet desire. Sam cried out as his tongue found her clit and he gently licked and sucked it. Raising her hips higher, his hands moved down, his finger finding her opening, slipping inside, stroking her as he moaned against her. He slipped another finger in, and she contracted around it, loving his invasion of her most private place. Heat gathered in her belly, swelling and surging with every stroke. She tensed around his fingers, her hips gently moving in rhythm with his mouth, her movements begging for more of the wicked and unrelenting pleasure he was giving her. She raised her hips higher, her hands fists, gripping the sheets, pulsating and moaning with desire. Finn shifted away from her, his touch dragging across the tender skin of her thighs as if he didn’t want to move.
“Finn?” she called shakily.
“I need to grab something.” Finn stroked her thigh, slowly and promising. His voice was ragged, his gaze dark and devouring. “Don’t move.”
He was back before she could even consider moving, his weight pressing her into the mattress once more.
“Miss me?” There was no time to answer, his mouth wason hers once again, his kiss stealing any answer she might give.
The sharp crinkle of a foil packet opening barely registered with Sam, but somehow the sharp tearing and rustle made her pant, anticipation curling low in her stomach.
“Super-efficient,” she murmured against his lips as he carefully and quickly smoothed the condom over his cock. “Damn.”
“Last chance to change your mind.” His voice was pure gravel. His fingers tightened on her hips as he leaned over her. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping until you come.”
Sam nodded, dragging him to her, her body answering for her as his hard, taut body burned against hers. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she rubbed against his massive cock, whimpering as he placed his tip at her entrance. He pulled away, his forehead on hers, his breath unsteady. “Say my name.”
Opening her eyes, Sam stared into his. Licking her lips she gasped as he slowly entered her, stopping before going all the way. She grasped his shoulders, crying out as he pulled away.
“Say my name,” he growled as he pressed back into her, slowly and surely.
“Finn,” Sam cried out as he filled her completely, his swollen staff sliding in and out of her slowly, teasingly. He slid all the way in, and held himself there, as if claiming her. She pushed against him, relishing how they seemed joined as one, loving how even the slightest movement sent her spiraling into oblivion. His lips were on her throat, his hands on her wrists. His thrusts steady and deep.
“Fuck, Sam, you’re …” Finn gasped, “… you are amazing.”
Unable to speak, she tightened her legs around him, bucking and thrusting against his steel sheath as the heat inside her began to boil. Pleasure crackled through Sam, starting at her core and racing outwards. Every cell in her body burned as he pounded into her, his balls pressing against her as he buried himself in her. Her cries echoed around the room as she passed the point of no return, her hands pulling free of his wrists to wrap tightly around his shoulders. Clinging to him, she screamed his name as her orgasm peaked, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders. His thrusts went deeper, harder, faster against her wetness. He grabbed a handful of her hair, her braid long since undone, and held her tightly as his movements became more deliberate. Sam gasped as the heat she’d thought had gone began to gather deep inside her again. Panting she writhed, begging him to fill her again, but he continued his slower, deeper sliding in and out of her wet center.
“Fuck me, Finn.” The words slipped out of her without warning. He paused, as if stunned.
“You mean that?”
