Emma
“We’re not supposed to be in the shower together.”I moan my protest into Finn’s chest.
I’m not sure he hears me.The hot water rushes over both of us as his hands travel everywhere on my body, sliding up and down my back, cupping my ass and breasts, and gripping the back of my thighs.I feel one of his large fingers slip along the seam of my pussy and push inside me.
I let out a long groan of pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“I have to get back to the kitchen.”He’s still not hearing me.“Everyone will be here in less than five hours.Not enough time to… five courses… Finn, please!It’s a country French menu!”
He chuckles into my ear.
His fingers know me so well now.He teases my clit with his thumb as he slowly moves in and out of me with his finger.Finn has learned the amount of pressure I can handle, the rhythm I like, and what shoots me right over the edge.He knows my body.He knows me.
“We’re not supposed to… I haven’t even decided what I’m doing for the canapés!”
“I know what I want for canapés.”
I’m about to cum all over his hand.
That’s when he removes his finger, lifts me up with his hands on the back of my thighs, and presses me against the smooth tile shower wall.He drops to his knees in front of me and I grip onto his hair.
How can he do this?How can he support my whole body with his arms over his head?
It doesn’t matter.I can’t do the math in this state of mind.
“What’re you doing… oh… Finn, please.What… oh, shit.”
His tongue laps at the entrance to my body, and then it slides up into me.He’s so good at this.Too good.It’s torture.I pull on his hair.
I’m unable to stop it.
The back of my head taps against the tile.My body sparks.An electric surge runs through me and I know there’s no coming back from this.It’s too much.Too perfect.
“Yessssss!”A white-hot explosion courses through me.I yank on Finn’s head so hard that I worry I’ve snapped his neck.
When I begin to come back to reality, I look down to be sure that Finn is still alive.I find him grinning at me.
“I love to watch you cum, Emma.”
I close my eyes.What ishappeningto me?I wanted this—a good man, the best man, to teach me what love feels like, what sexual satisfaction feels like.
And I’ve got what I wanted.
I need to tell him.I can’t put it off.Dammit.I don’t have a choice.It’s not right to let our relationship continue in a cloud of deception.
Finn lets me slide down the wall and onto my feet.
I’m stunned.Disoriented.He grabs me in his arms and carries me out of the shower, sits me on the countertop, and dries me off as he leaves little kisses on my face.
“You’re still shaking, baby.”
I nod.“Whose fault is that?One second I was going over the cheese course in my head, and the next—”
He laughs.
“I really have to get dressed, Finn.”I raise my eyes to his, yet again overwhelmed by the gut-wrenching beauty of this man, glistening from the shower.I let my gaze slide over his naked perfection, the sharp cut of his muscles, the slim hips, and the… he’s hard for me.
