CHAPTER FOURTEEN
His hand caresses my cheek bringing me out of sleep at a relaxed pace. I move to roll over and can only groan in pain. Each and every piece of my body hurts. I wiggle a toe and my foot seizes up. Not willing to risk a larger limb, I go still and play my own twisted version of the freeze game.
“Good morning, Sunshine.” Finn’s arms are wrapped around me. His legs are already twisted up in my own. I can’t believe I managed to sleep this way. If it wasn’t for the body heat he’s suffocating me with, I could stay here all day.
I don’t respond with words but give him another groan to show my displeasure. I didn’t hear Finn’s alarm go off, but I'll have to find a way to stand up at some point. Last night we walked, and then we walked more, and then we walked some more. I have no idea how I did it. My legs aren’t built for these hills. Even downhill hurts at this slope. It was past midnight before we returned and even though his door is farther down the hallway than mine, I couldn't make it home. Finn carried me piggyback the last fifty feet. It might have been romantic if not for the fire searing its way through my legs.
Too tired to fuss I raided Finn’s closet for sleep gear. The long white t-shirt with “Gamer” writer on it fell mid-thigh last night. In my sleep it shifted and is now twisted around my midsection. My ass is on display and as Finn skims his hand down my body, he doesn’t miss it either.
He stops at the top of my exposed thigh and begins to rub small circles over the area. I expect the motion to hurt, but the small pressure he applies with each stroke begins to soothe my achy muscles.
“Do your legs still hurt, baby?” Finn whispers the question in my ear.
I moan another answer as his hand moves to my inner thigh. The black sheet I’m wrapped in is pulled to my waist in one fluid movement.
“Do you want me to rub somewhere else? I can guarantee you’ll feel good all over when I’m done.”
I can’t decide if he’s serious or making another horrible innuendo, but regardless, the offer sounds exquisite and horrifying at the same time. “I can't move. Please don’t make me move.”
“Don’t worry. You just lay back and relax. I’ll do all the work.”
Finn pushes me back to the bed and his hands work to remove my underwear. His fingertips scorch me as he slides them down to my calves. When they’re wrapped around my ankles, he parts my legs and his tongue is on me in the next moment. Everything is faster than it was on my couch, and in his sudden assault I forget about my achy legs.
He devours me as if I’m breakfast. My legs begin to move and shift as the pressure inside me builds. Before I reach my release Finn’s head rises. He begins to place short light kisses on my body as he moves up the bed. Fire races across my body with each of his touches. I want to yell at him to get back down there and finish the job, but the look in his eyes as he peers up at me hints at a promise of so much more.
“Feel better?” Finn asks.
He’s reached the special spot on my collarbone and from the smirk stretched across his features, he knows it too. The kisses start small until his teeth sink into my skin a fraction. Not enough to hurt, but enough I’m now aware exactly where our bodies meet. His aligns perfectly on top of me. His heart pounds strongly against my own.
For the first time, I move my hands to his back and run them under his shirt pressing him closer to me. He bites me again, closer to my neck this time, and I buck my hips up. The movement presses his already hard cock into my core and I rub him harder to up the pressure.
“Fuck, Aspen. Don’t do that. I promised we’d go slow and I want to keep all my promises to you.”
I fist Finn’s shirt and raise it, the material collecting under his arms. Immediately my eyes are drawn to his chest, and I track a lazy finger from his sternum to the start of the dark line of hair leading lower until it disappears beneath his pants. The firmness of his chest whispers evidence of hidden muscle normally covered by his clothing. He helps by tearing it over his head and throwing it to the floor. My free hands turn his head and I stroke my fingers through his hair, pulling before I reach the ends. The way his head shudders back combined with the look of ecstasy written on his face and the slight hiss to pass his lips all tell me Finn needs this as much as I do.
“Fuck slow,” I whisper in his ear then lap at the outer edge of his earlobe.
Finn stills. “Are you sure? Totally sure? Because I’ll stop.”
“Get naked.” My words are soft but spoken as the demand they were meant to be.
He wastes no time removing his boxers and reaching into a dark wood side table next to the bed for a condom. As he slips back under the soft covers, I get my first view of what he’s working with. My experience with penises is limited, but even I’m impressed by the hard shaft in front of me. The head falls slightly below his belly button, the end glistening where a drop of pre-cum has gathered.
Finn notices where my eyes have dropped and his fall to the same area now covered by sheets. “Were you checking out my dick, Aspen?”
A blush creeps up my face. We’re about to have sex and for some reason I get embarrassed about viewing the merchandise first.
“Maybe,” I respond rather than confess.
Finn moves closer. “Do you want to get a closer look?”
“Maybe.” It’s become my own personal game now. I want to toy with Finn and drive him wild before we take it the next level. "Can I lick it?” My tongue sweeps my upper lip at the end of my question.
His eyes follow the slow movements until he moans and falls to his back on the bed. The still wrapped condom is tossed to the side while he throws his arms out. “Baby you can do whatever you want to it.” He stops then adds, “but remember, I plan to fuck you with it before we leave for work, so don’t take too long.”
Well then. I move under the covers to reach my destination. My tongue darts out to taste his tip with another slow tantalizing movement for his pleasure.
