He comes to stand behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. “Ready to go for a ride, Daisy?”
I nod and twist in his arms. “So ready!”
Finn’s smiling while he grabs a helmet and helps me put it on. I wait patiently while he straddles the bike before he instructs me on how to get on. “Put your foot there and swing your leg over. I got you.” I hold onto his hand and follow his instructions. Once I’m seated, he turns, taking my arms and wrapping them around his waist. “Hold on tight. And just keep your feet on the pegs. I don’t want you to get hurt, and if you get close to the exhaust, it could burn you.”
“Got it,” I tell him, keeping my feet planted on the pegs, the front of my body plastered to his, and my arms securely around his waist.
“Here we go.” He gives me some warning before the bike rumbles to life underneath us, and we’re zooming from where we were parked and heading toward the main part of town. The wind chills my body, and I grip Finn’s jacket tighter, thankful that the helmet covers my ears. I watch as we drive through my town and head toward the highway, with instant recognition when he exits off on the road that takes us to Noah’s house.
About a week after we started dating officially, things reached an all-time low at Finn’s house. He packed a bag and arrived at his best friend Noah’s house. Noah’s parents are never home due to their busy schedules, so Noah lets Finn stay in the pool house. Off and on for months, when Finn can’t be at his house, he stays at Noah’s. I’ve been to the pool house plenty of times, but usually it's with a crowd of our friends to chill or people from Noah and Finn’s school who are at Noah’s house to party. The main house looks dark and quiet tonight as Finn parks next to the pool house.
“Noah isn’t home?”
Finn helps me off his bike, his hands gripping my waist. “Nah, his family goes on a vacation every year over the Thanksgiving holiday.”
For some reason, knowing it's just going to be Finn and me here alone sets butterflies off in my stomach, and I can feel my cheeks turning pink. Thankfully, it's dark enough out that I’m hoping he won’t notice. “So it's just us?”
Finn’s gaze holds mine, and he leans down, pressing his lips to my forehead. “Yeah, it's just going to be us, Win. Is that okay?”
I can’t speak; the words get caught in my throat from the sheer nervousness and longing that's going through my body. Finn and I have made out many times, we’ve touched each other. He's taught me what my body can feel like when he uses his fingers and tongue to bring me to orgasm, but we haven’t taken that final step yet. Not that we haven’t wanted to, but every time we’ve been close, Finn is usually the one to slow us down. He knows it would be my first time and wants it to be special for us. I love that he respects me and is considerate of how I feel about it. I also wish he would lose control a little and finally make me his.
As if reading my thoughts, Finn pulls my body closer to his, his hands spreading across my back when he leans in and kisses me. Like every time his lips touch mine, my stomach swoops, my knees feel weak, and he takes my breath away. His lips are warm and soft as they tease mine, coaxing them open so his tongue can taste mine.
“Finn,” I whimper against his lips while we both fight for air. I should probably ask him to slow down, except having my lips on his feels right, like home, like love.
“You taste so good, Win,” he murmurs between kisses. “Fuck, I need you.”
“I need you, too,” I moan into his mouth, and his hands tighten on my sides with a fierceness that makes my knees weak.
Finn pulls back, breathing hard, and reaches above me for the key to the door. Without breaking eye contact, he unlocks the door and lets us inside. The room is dark except for the glow of the moon and the faint light from one of the lamps in the corner.
“We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for,” he says, his fingers running along my jaw. I stay still when he runs them over my shoulders and down my waist to the hem of the sweatshirt I’m wearing. “Tell me what you want, Win.”
My eyes open, fluttering up to meet his, and I’m mesmerized by deep blue pools of color looking up at me. “I want you to make love to me, Finn.”
His sharp intake of air is all I get before his lips are on mine again, while his hands tug my sweatshirt up and off over my head. I can barely take a breath before he’s there, shoving the material of my leggings to the ground, while trailing his lips over my hip bone and down my legs as he goes. The sight in front of me is the best thing I’ve ever seen, and it makes my insides melt. Seeing Finn kneeling while he looks up with me, eyes dark and brooding as he takes in every inch of my naked skin, makes me feel beautiful. He’s looking at me like seeing me naked is the best thing he’s ever witnessed in his life.
“So beautiful,” he groans and rises to his feet, bending to place a kiss on my forehead, my cheek, and along my jaw.
I let myself lean in, touching my lips to his, reaching for his clothes, needing to feel his naked skin on mine. Without breaking our kiss, Finn’s arms band around my waist, and he lifts me off the ground. My arms wrap around his neck, holding on, while I giggle against his lips. Finn starts carrying us to the back bedroom while I do everything in my power to keep his concentration on me. I kiss across his face, his jaw, that scar on his cheek, and down his neck, biting lightly, but enough to almost throw him off balance. He grunts, and his steps become more hurried. Before I know it, he’s bringing my body down tothe mattress, moving over me until his face is hovering above me. Our gazes meet, and whatever he sees on my face has him swearing under his breath while our hands work frantically between us to get his long-sleeve t-shirt off. The second his chest is bare and pressing against my naked skin, we both groan at the contact. His heart is beating so hard in his chest that I can feel it pressed against mine.
“I’ve dreamt about this. I want you so much.” He practically growls while sliding his hand up my thighs until his thumb grazes the edge of my underwear. Our eyes lock, and my cheeks blush as he slowly brings my panties down my legs and throws them onto the floor.
“I need to taste you, Winnie. I want to make you come apart until you’re soaking the sheets,” he warns me, and without giving me more time to think about how dirty his words sound, he’s pushing my thighs apart before using his fingers to gently part my pussy. The second his mouth is on me, I moan his name. The sound sets him off, and soon, Finn is delving into me, tasting me with his tongue and lips. He explores all the ways he’s learned to make my hips rock toward his face, to make my insides squeeze tightly around his fingers while he pumps them in and out, and to make me breathless while my hand twists in his hair. Not until I’m a complete, writhing mess does Finn close his mouth over my clit, his teeth gently biting at the same time his fingers curl inside me. My vision swims, and tension pulls from my body, focusing around my core and that spot inside me where he’s stroking with the pads of his fingers.
“Finn, I need…” My voice is thick and breathy when I cry out his name, begging for what I want from him. He groans low in his throat like my pleas are causing him pain, but then his tongue dips back inside me, deeper, coaxing me open, before Finn swirls his thumb around my clit and presses down.
“Finn!” His name is a strangled moan on my lips; as my body shatters, my orgasm rocks through my frame, igniting in my veins until I fall boneless under him. Finn doesn’t let up until my legs stop shaking. I can feel wetness on my cheeks; my body is covered in pink splotches, and I’m breathing heavily when he finally crawls his way up my body, gently kissing my hip bones, my stomach, and swirling my belly ring with his tongue. His eyes are heavy-lidded as he glances down at me, his eyes tracing over my cheeks and my lips. One of his hands cups my jaw, moving along my neck, lifting my head, and bringing his mouth to mine. I open for him immediately, his tongue plunging inside, curling around mine, and allowing me to taste myself on him. My hands come up to grip his sides and slide up to his shoulders, the muscles bunching and flexing under my grip as he moans in response before breaking our kiss.
I follow his gaze down our bodies, seeing exactly what he is, our naked skin pressed tight, and we look perfect together. I move my eyes lower then and I can see the obvious bulge trapped behind his jeans.
“Can I?” My voice is strong even though I’m nervous, my hands moving down to the button on his jeans.
Our eyes meet and his lips quirk up in a small smirk. “Do you want to taste me, Daisy?”
Words escape me, but at least I manage to nod my head yes. Finn falls to his side, allowing me to move with him, until I’m on my knees between his legs. He watches me with hooded eyes while I grab the material of his jeans and push it down his legs until it pools on the floor with my clothes. I watch as the muscles in his stomach bunch when my fingers slide under the waistband of his briefs and tug those down as well. When one of my hands slides along his shaft, he tosses his head back, groaning from the contact. His cock is hot and heavy in my palm, a bead of precumpebbles at the slit. Without thinking, I lean forward, swiping it up with my tongue.
“Shit, Winnie.” He groans my name, his hips bucking up toward my face. “Even just your tongue is enough to make me cum.”
