“I don’t as a rule turn down a blow job. But I want my cock in your pussy before it goes in your mouth.”
I reached forward, touching his erection through his pants.
Fin seized my wrist. “I’m in control, remember?”
If he were any other man I’d ever been with, that statement would have been met with a resoundingnoand possibly a slap. Fin wasn’t any other man. His reminder made my stomach do flip-flops and my insides turn to molten goo.
“I remember.”
His lips came down hard on mine and my body melted against him, giving myself to his pleasures because in doing so, I knew I’d be rewarded with ecstasy like I’d only known with him.
Fin scanned my bedroom. “Come here.”
He led me to the window. Beyond the panes, the sky had darkened. Streetlights illuminated circles on the sidewalk below. “Turn around, Vee. Face the window.”
I hesitated, not because I didn’t trust him, but because it was a window.
Fin’s warm breath skirted over my neck and collarbone. “No one will see you. From the outside thewindows are mirrors. I looked before I entered the building. Trust me.”
Facing the windows, I lifted my hands to the cool, smooth surface.
“Keep looking straight ahead and don’t move those hands.”
Goose bumps covered my arms and legs as Fin reached for the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. Anticipation twisted my insides as I heard the click of Fin’s belt buckle and the sound of his zipper.
I gasped as his large hands seized my hips and his foot spread my legs.
Looking down, I saw his leather loafers and the hem of his pants. I craned my neck to the side, catching a glimpse of Fin’s handsome face. Concentration showed in small lines near his eyes as he stared down at my bare ass.
Oh God.
His arm was moving, stroking his cock.
I longed to turn to see what he was doing.
“Tell me you’re wet.”
I nodded. “I am.”
Fin pulled my ass toward him. His touch found my folds and his finger plunged within me.
“You’re soaked, Vee. Tell me to stop.”
My core clamped down on his long finger.
“Don’t stop. I trust you.”
Shamelessly, I moved to his rhythm, my knees bending. As his thumb found my clit, I shrieked. Electricity surged through me, detonating nerve endings and filling my circulation with endorphins.
As we became one, my back arched and a scream tore from my throat, echoing around us. His grip of my hips kept me vertical. I bit my lip as Fin filled me, pressing even deeper. The pressure and fullness felt good, better than good, better than I ever remembered.
Fin stilled.
“Fuck,” he growled. “They say we build things up in our minds. We exaggerate reality in memories. It’s a fucking lie. Being with you, Vee, it’s better than I remember.”
While I agreed, words were beyond my current capabilities. My breasts heaved as I panted heated breaths onto the glass, covering it with fog.
Fin’s grip intensified as he thrust faster. The aftershocks sent seismic reverberations from my core to my toes. He fisted my hair as the twisting inside me reached a fevered pitch. His touch roamed, tweaking my hard nipples, and moving lower, swirling my clit.
