Finn laughs as he goes in for a sweet kiss. “This has to be in your romance books somewhere.”
“It would surprise you just how few kissing in the rain scenes there actually are. It’s a travesty, really. There is so much potential.”
“Such a shame,” he says, his hand curled around my neck, thumb resting on my cheek.
“We should rectify that,” I whisper, as I close the distance, and I take him in a deep, satisfying kiss. I don’t think I could ever tire of kissing this man.
A shiver runs through me with the reminder that I am standing out in the chilly rain. No matter how hot this make-out session is, I’m starting to not feel my fingers. I kinda need those if I want to lock the door.
After the third try, I finally get the right key. Finn grabs my hand, leads me up the stairs and pulls me into his apartment, stealing kisses along the way.
“Take a shower with me,” he asks in between chaste kisses.
“Yes,” I say, shivering through a laugh.
Finn pulls me to the bathroom, and wow, this is huge. All white and black tiles, with a giant, and I mean giant, claw-foot tub on one side and a huge multi head shower along the back.
“Holy fuck! This is amazing.”
Finn turns on the water. “Tell me about it. Jaxon went all out. Even has a fucking towel warmer.”
I gasp in delight. “What? Where?” Chilly hands lifting my shirt up and over my head interrupt the thoughts of a warm towel wrapped around my body.
Steam starts to fill the room as our wet clothes plop to the floor.
“I've been dying to see what you’re wearing underneath these,” he says, working the top button of my jeans. Let’s just say wet skinny jeans, not the most graceful, but we managed in between laughing fits to get them off. I hear an audible gasp from Finn when he finally takes in my now wet white silk panties.
Finn reaches out and traces the outline of my cock through the white material, sending shivers down my spine. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart. You look stunning.”
Oh my god, I need him to touch me.
I turn and slowly push them down over my ass. Teasing him like he just did to me.
I hear the low growl from Finn before he pushes them down the rest of the way, picking me up and placing me under the hot spray.
“Turn around. Let me wash you.”
Finn reaches for the soap while I turn around, his rock hard cock now nicely nuzzled between my ass cheeks. He kisses the side of my neck and his soapy hands roam over my chest, stopping to tweak my nipple. A gasp leaves my mouth.
“Do you like that, Spencer?” Finn moves to the other nipple, tugging and pulling with slick fingers.
“Y… yes!” Sweet baby Jesus, the things this man can do with his hands. When his teeth come down on the base of my neck, I’m a goner. “Mmm… fuck!”
He seems to be in no rush as he painstakingly slowly moves his hand down my chest, to my stomach, then my hips. The smell of the lavender body wash fills my senses, making my body relax against his. When his slippery hand finally wraps around my cock, I’m dripping with pre-come.
“Ohh… fuck, yes. That's so good.” My cock is in desperate need. I slam my eyes shut, trying to stave off the orgasm already sitting on the edge.
“That's what I want, sweetheart. I’m gonna make your body hum for me.” Finn’s hand lands in the perfect rhythm, while his other hand gently tugs my balls.
“Yes, please. I need… I… fuck.”
A whimper leaves my lips when his hand lets go of my cock, leaving it red and angry.
“Hands on the wall, Spencer,” he whispers in my ear as he places one of my hands on the wall.Jesus, is this guy for real?
I exhale a whimper that is down right filthy as I place my other hand on the wall. My ass sticking out like a gift.
He pours body wash on my lower back and down the crack of my ass. Finn’s hands move over each cheek, pulling them apart.
