My lids are already heavy, so I give in. He urges my hips up to undo my skirt. The zipper ends right at my tailbone, eliciting a shudder from me. He pulls the waistband of my tights down around my thighs and leaves them there, cutting into my skin. “Do you have the kind of tights that stop halfway up your thighs?” he asks.
“Stockings? I can get some.”
“Get some.” He removes them. “Cheap ones.”
“Why do they need to be cheap . . .?”
“They’ll only last a night.”
My mushy brain doesn’t even know where to start with that. He’s not only going to ruin me, but my clothing too, and it’s going to be in the future. We haven’t even done this yet, and we’re making plans to do it again. I feel my breath moving through me, my blood circulating through my veins.
With my eyes closed, I reach out for him. He complies, covering my body with his, and kisses me good and thorough. His fingers between my legs test me without entering. I groan and moan, arch and writhe, wanting him inside me any way I can get him. I don’t even know how it’s possible that I could climax already. He kisses his way down my sternum and parts my knees. I’m already at the edge, but he grabs me under the ass and pulls me onto his mouth so I’m practically hanging off the table.
I put my feet on his shoulders. His appreciative groans vibrate against my pussy. My hips buck as he licks and tastes. He puts one hand on my stomach to pin me down, then grabs my knee with the other. Pushing my leg up, he bares me to him even more. After plunging his tongue in me a few times, he makes good on his promise to love my clit.
As good as it feels, nothing sounds better than connecting with him in the most intimate way. I want to feel him, look into his eyes, come with him. “Please, Finn . . .” I beg.
“I know what you want, but we can’t. You can orgasm like this.”
“But you didn’t.”
“You first.”
I don’t know whether to cry or come. It wouldn’t be the first time tonight I did either. His ministrations continue until my thighs shake around his head and my back arches off his kitchen table, andohyes, finally I understand his joke about eating his meals here.I’mdinner.
“Now,” he says, muffled by my thighs.
Now? Nowwhat?
He digs his fingers into my skin and gorges on me. Aha—come. Now. That’s what I’ve been ordered to do. And like the good girl I am, I do, right in his mouth. He laps me up until I’m finished.
When I come to, he’s standing over me. “You good?” he asks.
My breasts rise and fall. “Amazing.”
He picks me up from the table to cradle me in his arms. “It’s only fair you taste yourself since I did.”
Another first for me, kissing a mouth covered inme. Finn somehow makes it sexy. “This is just the start,” he says.
“I think we’ve gotten as creative as it gets without a condom.”
“I look forward to proving you wrong. But right now, we should sleep.”
Even when I messaged Finn, I never dreamed I’d be spending the night with him. I nuzzle into his chest. “Here?”
“Yes. Well, not in the kitchen.” I hear the smile in his voice. “How’s my bed sound?”
My skin prickles. I hope he can’t feel my goosebumps, how excited just the idea ofhisbed makes me. I try to play it cool. “That would be fine.”
He carries me down the hall to his bedroom. It’s dark, but the open shades provide some moonlight. He lays me on the mattress and disappears. Either he’s only gone a few seconds, or I fall asleep, because next thing I know, he’s wrapping himself around me from behind. He squeezes me to him until I’m perfectly puzzled into his body. “You’ll be able to sleep with me crushing you like this, right?” he teases.
I wear a smile on my face I doubt even the deepest sleep could erase. “I’ll manage.”
“There’s so much I want to know about you,” he says, his mouth at my ear. “Earlier, when I said this was the start, I meant of us.”
Us. How is it possible to make it all the way to twenty-five without ever having felt like part of anus? “You know more than you think,” I confess. “You probably know more than anyone else.”
“Because of the journal?” he asks softly. “Are there others?”
