Finn nods once, urging me on, and I slide both straps down my shoulders.
He stares while I try not to look at his cock, hard and reaching between us. “What the fuck’d I do to deserve these?” he asks, thumbing one of my hardening nipples. “You’ve got the tits of a . . . I don’t even know. A chick with great tits.”
I can’t really blame him for going dumb. I did too a couple minutes ago. I’m more concerned with what he thinks of the rest of me. Finn’s the most attractive man I’ve ever been with.
The elastic of my skirt and tights creates a roll of fat. Like my breasts, it’s smaller than it used to be, but Finn doesn’t know that. “Finn?”
“Hmm?” Without looking away from my breasts, he runs a hand under my skirt and licks his lips. “Can I just . . . taste you everywhere and all at once?” he asks.
I smile shyly, and finally, he looks back into my eyes. “You like it?” I ask.
“Like what?”
“All of it. Some of it?”
He squints at me. “You’re asking if I find you attractive?”
My chest tightens. If he says no, I don’t trust myself not to react badly. I shouldn’t’ve asked when tonight’s been going so well. “You don’t have to answer.”
Propping himself up with one arm, he scoops his other around my waist and hauls me to the edge of the table. My legs open wider, automatically wrapping around him as he pushes his cock right up against me. I gasp louder than I mean to.
“It likes you,” he says. “Ilike you.”
“Yes, but—”
“It wants to be inside you. I want to be inside you.”
“Okay.” I blush. “I get it.”
He moves against me slowly, every nuance of his shaft sliding between my legs, over my silky tights. “It wants to make you feel so good, you’reruined. Right here, right now. I won’t let it, not tonight anyway, but that’s what it wants.”
I begin to quiver. The table is cold, even through my stockings. He’s all man, bordering on Neanderthal, and I’m certain sex with him will be unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
“Are you afraid?” he asks.
“A little.”
“Good. You should be. This is scary. Are you good with that?”
His words have the opposite effect they should. They’re more calming than troubling. He recognizes this is more than just sex. If he means to ruin me, I don’t have the desire to stop him. “Yes.”
He holds me in place by my lower back. “I don’t want casual sex, I never have. I want you to come knowingI’mdoing this to you.I’mgiving you this and taking what I need from you.I’mwatching you. That’s why I couldn’t do this before. I have to know you’re not holding back a single fucking thing from me.”
If I let him in the way he’s asking . . . what if I have to one day rid myself of him? I won’t be able to. This feels permanent. Being ruined takes on a new meaning.
He skates his hand up my spine, to the center of my back, and applies pressure until I arch into him. My nipples graze his chest. “Does that answer your question?” he asks.
“What was my question?”
He smirks and lowers his mouth to suck the skin between my breasts. I gulp air and let my head drop back. My nipples are painfully erect when he draws one between his teeth.
“Oh, God, Finn.” He tugs. Sucks it hard. Lets it go with apop. “God. Please.” I pray for relief. It’s too much. It’s not enough.
“You like that?” he asks. “Because I’m about to do the same thing to your clit.”
When I squirm, I’m reminded my legs are still open. Suddenly, I want to get my tights the fuck off. I want for him to tease me, sliding, filling, slamming until I feel nothing else.
Finn lays me on my back. “Shut your eyes,” he says. “Just focus on what I’m doing.”
