“The film is better than whatever it is you’re looking at.”He bites his lip, sliding his gaze to meet mine.
Suddenly warm, my cheeks flame, and I pull at my cardigan, settling it low around my arms.The air on my exposed shoulders does nothing to cool the fire burning through me as Finn traces my collarbone with his eyes.
“Maybe.”I try, really try, to turn my attention to the show, but I have to fight the constant urge to look at him.
His hand slides over my thigh, coming to rest with his fingers tantalizingly close to my core.He stops progress and squeezes, digging his fingers into my muscles.I close my eyes, tensing even more.
“Then again…” he says, lips brushing softly against the side of my neck.
His tongue darts out, tasting my skin.Licking a trail down to my shoulder.
I tilt my head, granting him even better access.He sucks and licks and bites until he’s pushed the strap of my tank top down to where my sweater sits, gathered at my elbow.His lips nudge at the lace of my bra.It’s one of the few I have that can tame my boobs, and it happens to be the sexiest one I own.Turquoise, lacy, and makes the girls look fucking fantastic.
“I love this color.The pale of your skin peeking through the lace.”Finn cups my breast, pushing it up, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple.“The green tips of your braid splayed across it.”
He closes his lips around my breast, sucking on my nipple through the lace.I arch my back, a soft moan tumbling from my lips.
Finn lavishes attention on one boob while tugging my tank top lower, revealing the other.“Christ, I’d never have guessed that you were hiding the most perfect tits.”He licks deep into my cleavage—because, let’s face it, there’sa lotof depth there.“Fucking hell, Addie, you’re gorgeous.”He plants a kiss between the swells and meets my gaze.“And I mean more than just your magnificent tits.”
Wrapping his fingers in the bulk of my sweater, he drags the material down, down, down, bunching it at my waist, my tank top going with it.I pull my arms free and run my fingers through his hair, grasping it in my fists.Pulling him into me.
“Oh my God, Finn.”
His lips dance down the soft planes of my stomach, his arms wrapped around my hips, hands splayed across my back.We’ve shifted.Finn’s body is covering mine.His chest resting between my thighs vibrates with a deep chuckle exactly where I need to feel him.My crazy-sensitive girl parts just fucking got a zing in the right direction.
Licking across the band of my leggings, Finn looks up at me, eyes hooded and full of lust.He grips the sides of my pants, fisting them in his warm hands.Waiting for my nod, my permission.
A breathy, “Yes,” spills free, and Finn tugs, revealing the lacy boy shorts that match my bra.
Did I plan this?No.But I fucking hoped.
My tank top, leggings—all of it is stripped off and tossed to the floor.I lie on the couch with Finn sitting back on his knees between my legs.Fully clothed.
“You’re a riot of color and beauty, Addie.”He bites at his lip and palms the front of his jeans.
“You have far too many clothes on,” I whisper.
“As do you,” Finn replies as his finger dances down the lace of my panties, pausing and circling between my legs.
I slowly shake my head, pushing up onto my elbows.“Nope.Your turn.”I clamp my thighs together to halt his hand but end up trapping it instead, between my thighs, driving myself more than a little insane.
With his free hand—the one not circling and kneading me—Finn reaches behind him and pulls his shirt off over his head.
Sliding his hand from between my thighs, Finn tosses the shirt aside and lowers himself, pressing his lips to my clit, rubbing and licking through the lace.He pushes my thigh toward my chest, his thumb hooked around the side of my knee.
And his other hand?That one is working overtime, his jeans gaping open now, his hand gripping and sliding along his cock from root to tip and back again.I can barely see, but I know.I know what he’s doing, getting us both where we need to be.Aroused and riled.Panting, thrusting, hearts racing.
“Finn.God, Finn—uhngmagawd—” I gasp as he pushes two fingers into me.Curling, stroking.His thumb circling my bundle of nerves.Never have I ever…never…
His name tumbles from my lips over and over, louder and louder.Until…until…
Fuuuuck…
“Addie…” Finn grunts, jerks, and stills just as my world explodes in lights and tremors and the most blissful release.
Ever.
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