With his business done, I wrap my hands around Eric’s girth, holding him tight and stroking him from tip to tail the whole way back to Addie’s flat.When we burst through the door, he practically vibrates in my hands, and I release him with a bit of a grunt, relieved.
“Adelaide?”I almost can’t breathe with my need to touch her.“Where are you?”
“Hey, right here,” she replies from the doorway to her bedroom.“You okay?You’re breathing kind of hard.”
Her hair tumbles over her right shoulder, curling around her lush, gorgeous breast.The silvery blue is a stark contrast to her deep-purple T-shirt.A riot of color.
Closing the distance, I thread my fingers through her hair, thumbs tilting her head just so, and kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her.Not as sweet as I should be, not as reverent as I want to be.But heated, flaming passion spreads through every fiber of my being.
I pin her against the wall, unable to get close enough, needing to feel her against me.Addie slides her hands under my shirt, her palms cool against my blazing skin.I need more.Releasing her face, I kiss a trail down the side of her face until my nose is buried in the crook of her neck.I inhale her sweet, heady scent—a mixture of cherries and vanilla.She smells like dessert, good enough to eat.
I nip at the flesh where her neck gracefully meets her shoulder, soothing it with a kiss, and wrap my hands around the backs of her thighs.“Hold on,” I rasp.
She gasps when I lift, clutching at my neck to steady herself, not that she needs to.I don’t think I’ll be letting her go anytime soon.I stalk through her room, not really looking where I’m going.
When my leg hits the side of the mattress, I plant a knee and set Addie in the middle of her soft bed.Not willing to let her go for even a moment, I cover her body with my own, forearms planted on either side of her.She’s tiny, and now that I’ve got her here, I don’t want to squish her.But, dear God, do I ever fucking want her.
Piece by piece, I peel off her layers.Her bright-yellow jumper, the black leggings she’s got a preference for.Sitting back on my heels, Addie’s thighs resting on my knees, I take a moment, allowing my gaze to wander over her pale, creamy skin and amazing fucking curves.I’ve certainly seen her in less, but with her splayed out on her bed—eyes bright and blue hair slashing color across the crisp white bedding—I want more than anything to see this through.
“I think,” Addie draws out while hooking her feet under my arse, “you should get rid of some clothes, too.”She curls up to sit and whips her T-shirt off, chucking it to the floor.She undoes the top few buttons of my shirt, trailing a delicate finger along my chest as she does.
I should move, rip my shirt off, but all I can do is stare.I’m not even sure I can breathe.Because, as Addie patiently undoes each button, I’m mesmerized by the vision in front of me.She’s wrapped in creamy satin, a little navy bow nestled between her gorgeous tits.I’m definitely not breathing.In fact, I might pass out.
“Finn?Finn?”
I pull in a big lungful of air and try to focus.
“I thought I’d lost you for a minute.”
“You did.You completely did.”
Her hands are working at my belt, flipping open the button of my jeans, sliding the zip down.It’s not until her delicate hands slide around my waist, pushing at the denim, that I snap out of my haze.
I twine my fingers through her hair, grasping a fistful, and pull her head back, exposing her neck to me.The swell of her breasts spills over the top of her bra.Kissing and nipping down that lovely valley, I push one strap down and then the next.As gorgeous as this is, I want it gone, out of my way.Addie reaches behind to release the hooks, freeing what have to be the world’s most magnificent tits.
“Fucking perfect,” I murmur against them.Stretching my fingers wide to try to contain them, not wanting to allow an inch of her skin to go unworshipped, I kiss and nibble from one to the other.Sucking and biting at her nipples.Drawing each one into my mouth and letting go with a pop.
Kicking out of my jeans and trainers, I push her back down into the pillows scattered across the top of her bed.“I want to taste every inch of you,” I say, trailing my tongue down, down her flat stomach, teeth grazing and nipping at each of her hip bones.
The vanilla lotion on her skin tastes as good as it smells.She’s fucking delicious.
I slide my hands beneath her hips, grab her navy-blue knickers, and pull at them until Addie lifts her hips.
She plants her feet on my hips, her toes nudging at my cock through my boxer briefs.“Finn?”
I close my eyes, taking a deep, controlling breath.“Addie?”
“Is that?—”
“All for you, love.”
“The four-leaf clovers on your undies?”
“Mmhmm.I wore them for luck.”It takes all my concentration to keep my eyes from rolling to the back of my head.“You’re going to want to stop doing that, love.”I grab her ankles and push her feet to the side, sliding my palm up the length of her leg.
I wedge my shoulders between her thighs and lick her, slow and lazy.Circling the tight, little bundle of nerves, sucking gently.
Today, this, with Addie will be an exercise in control.Patience.My feelings for this girl are so fucking overwhelming in every way.She has pushed me away, challenged my bullshit, and made me grovel and beg in a way I never have before.I’ve never been this invested.Not even back in Dublin when I thought I was surely in love.It never felt like this.
