“Holy fuck, Emma.You’re so…” His eyes scan my face as his fingertips trace the top of my thighs.“Fuckable.”
“So are you, Finn.”
“Say it.”His touch slides up to my thong, and then both his hands continue up into my shirt, his big hands spread on my belly, reaching up to cup my breasts.
“You’re the most fuckable man I’ve ever met.”
He must like the sound of that, since he shoots me a big smile.“Take off your shirt.”
I do what he says.That deep, rough voice sends a rush of fire through my veins.I grab the hem of the old T-shirt and slowly peel it off my torso, over my shoulders, and over my head.I throw it to the floor and shake out my hair.
I’m not sure what I’m seeing in his face.It’s like he’s frozen, stunned.His eyes are laser focused on my breasts.I know they’re not huge, but on my frame they do the trick.I raise my hands to hold them, displaying my nipples to him.His gaze shoots up and locks on mine.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
I giggle.
“Emma, you’re incredible.Beautiful.Perfect.”
“As long as I’m perfect for you.”
He nods slowly.He brings his hands down to my center, then slips his big fingers down into the tiny fabric of my thong.The instant he makes contact with the outside of my pussy, I almost shoot through the ceiling.
“Holy fuck.You’re so swollen and wet.”
“I know.You do that to me.”
“Good.”The word comes out as a growl, and I feel his fist clutch at the thin band holding my panties in place.“I’m gonna destroy these panties, so I apologize in advance.”
“It’s okay.I have a feeling you’ll be destroying a lot more than my panties.”
I hear a ripping sound and look down to see his fingers clutching tatters of red fabric.His hands move over me, and one palm turns up.His hand looks huge as it cups my pussy.
“You are pretty everywhere, so soft and sweet.I plan to get to know everything about you.”
I moan.
I feel the pad of this thumb touch my clitoris, and I shudder.
“Shhhh,” he says.
I nod.“I’ll try.”
“And I’m going to try to get my dick all the way inside you.”
I groan.
“You need to know what you’re working with, Emma.”
I think my eyes have been closed, because I feel them fly open at the sound of that.
“Reach in and take me out.”
I do what he says, sliding a bit farther down on his thighs and bringing my hands to the zipper of his jeans.Before I can place my fingers on his waistband, he grabs them, pressing the flat of my palms to the denim bulge I’ve felt poke into me more than once.
I gasp.My eyes fly up to his.He’s got a lopsided smile on his face.
It’s not just the length and it’s not just the girth, it’s both.In one man.I’m starting to feel lightheaded.
