I plan to spread her beneath me.Take my time with her.
That’s what I do.I gently peel off the top and jeans she’s wearing, her sandals, her thong and her bra.Slowly at first, because this is a holy place for me and I plan to do a lot of worshipping here.
Of Emma.
She’s exquisite, her skin a shimmering pale peach in the dappled sunshine.Silky soft.I kiss her everywhere, enjoying the sweet little noises of bliss she makes.My lips brush over her sexy belly, the sensual swell of her hips, the creamy thighs, all the way to her feet.
Then I encourage her onto her belly and begin my tour all over again, touching my tongue and mouth to the smooth strength of her back, the rounded perfection of her ass, the tender place behind her knees.
All the while my hands either lead or follow the path my mouth takes.I feel as if I’m trying to consume her, make her part of me, draw her into my body and heart.
“Your taste drives me crazy,” I tell her, my lips never leaving her warm skin.
Emma is the most precious thing I’ve ever seen, ever tasted.
I have to have more.
I slip my forearm under her belly and lift her from the quilt.I position her on bent knees and press the flat of my hand on her upper back.She turns her cheek to the quilt, her hair tossed below her dark eyes.
So much beauty.All mine.
I let my eyes travel to the female heart of her.She’s wet for me, the puffy lips of her pussy already blossomed in welcome.
I drop down and place my mouth over her sex.She lets out a long, luxurious groan of desire.I grip her ass and make a buffet of her.Licking and sucking and penetrating with my tongue.I want her hot.I want her to be babbling and begging me.
I back off and dive in again.
“Finn!”
She pants.Her hair covers her face as she moves against my mouth.
Perfect.
I unzip my jeans and shove them to my knees.I’m so fucking hard for this woman and this pussy that I can’t see straight.
I pull her up and toward me.I slide home.
She cries out.No need for her to be quiet here.I fuck her hard, rough, holding on to her shoulders, then hips, reveling in how her flesh shakes against me, the dark pink blush of the skin of her back.
She groans and throws her head back.I grab her hair.
“You’re all mine, Emma.”
“I know,” she breathes.
“I have to have this.I have to take you hard.”
She arches against me, cumming harder than I’ve ever felt her cum, crying out through the length of her orgasm.She squeezes me.She takes me with her.
I hear our voices roll across the land, and we collapse together in a heap.
CHAPTER 56
Emma
I lay with my cheek against Finn’s chest.His chin rests on top of my head.I think it’s been easier for him to tell me all this if he doesn’t have to look at me.
His fingers play in my hair.I get the feeling he’s looking up into the pine trees now, but for a lot of it, his eyes have been closed.For the most part, I’ve stayed silent.I wanted to give him the space he needs to let it out.
