“Yes,” I said, tilting my head. “Just leave the other light on, okay?”
“Fine by me. I love watching you come.” Placing his fists on the side of the bed, Fin crawled in my direction. Fist, knee, knee, and then fist. His shoulders shifted as his gaze remained laser focused. Fin was a giant predator stalking his prey. The visualization twisted my core.
I was his prey. Yet, it wasn’t fear coursing through my circulation but anticipation.
“I-I…” I took a breath and lifted my hand to his shoulder. “I’m not stupid, Fin. I know how this works. But…”
“But?”
“I wouldn’t mind if you told me what to do, what you want.”
He effortlessly unsnapped my strapless bra and tossed it on the ground, his attention on my breasts before looking up to my eyes. “You want me to be in control?”
I nodded.
All at once, I was lying on my back and Fin was over me, straddling my torso with a smile filled with promise. A giggle escaped my lips as I looked up at him.
“It’s a two-way street,” he said. “I like control. What do you like?”
Warmth filled my cheeks. “I like it when you go down on me.”
His smile quirked as Fin shimmied down my legs, dragging my black lace panties with him until they were lost somewhere on the carpet with the rest of our clothes. With me fully nude, the only barrier to tonight’s objective was Fin’s boxer briefs.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I lost myself to his deep baritone timbre.
“Good girl.”
This was so unlike me, Maeve Hubbard. I was the person who sought control in all things. Group projects, I always volunteered to be the leader. With the football team, I took on the role of organizer of thewater people. Trusting others when there was a goal at stake didn’t come second nature to me. I could blame this trait on my father. He was very much a take-charge person. He’d passed that on to me, his only child.
And yet with Fin, I willingly surrendered that which was second nature.
As he buried his face between my thighs, I appreciated the amazing freedom in submission.
Free to feel.
Free to let go.
Free to fly.
The discovery was new and intriguing.
I gripped the white sheets as Fin sucked and licked my core. My pussy convulsed when he eased one and then two long fingers inside me. Panting for breath, I felt the tightening as my insides twisted, tighter and tighter. Keeping his fingers busy, his lips moved upward—my lower stomach, my stomach, up to my breasts. More licks and sucks. When his teeth joined the fray, I called out his name.
“Open your eyes.”
I did as he said.
“Good girl.”
His sapphire stare met mine with our noses close enough to touch. His kiss tasted like me as his tongue tangoed with mine. I wasn’t sure when he’d removed his boxer briefs, but I knew by the probe and weight of his penis against my stomach, it was free.
“I want to be inside you,” he said.
“I want that too.”
After directing his cock to my folds, Fin reached for my wrists, lifting them above my head. The movement caused my back to arch. Again, he gave his attention to my breasts. I was so wound up by what he was doing that the jolt of his penetration caught me off guard.
