Soft kisses along my skin raised goose bumps over my body.
Against my lips, he said, “You’re it for me, Chess.”
I couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled up from my throat as he kissed me slow and easy. His unhurried savoring after so many days apart came close to driving me straight out of my head, but intuitively, I understood he needed this, needed to take his time with me no matter how badly I ached for him. Especially with the way his hard shaft rubbed against my lower belly, the promise of so much pleasure so close to where I needed him most.
As though he’d read my mind, he stepped us over to my narrow bed and pulled me down to lie on top of him. “I want you so much, babe. But if I take the lead, we’re likely to break something.” A self-deprecating chuckle escaped him, and I smiled.
Sitting up to straddle him, I smirked. “So that’s your way of getting out of doing the work, huh?”
“Just taking care of the furniture.” He thrust his hips up a couple of times. “Does this bed have any springs in it at all?”
I snorted. “Barely.” Stretching my arms over my head, I gave him a wet dream’s view of my body before I reached behind me to retrieve a foil packet from where he’d dropped them on my desk.
His busy hands covered my breasts, plucking and kneading and driving me wild. I wasted no time tearing open the packet. Then it was my turn to tease and play. Fisting him with one hand, I enjoyed his hard length. I held him right where I wanted him as I rubbed my clit over the head of his cock.
“Chessly,” he warned through gritted teeth. “Be careful.”
“I’m always careful.” With a secret grin, I rubbed my wet center along his length. When he groaned and clamped his hands over my hips, I stopped and smoothed the condom over him. “See how easy that was?” I asked.
He answered with a deeper groan. “If you don’t sit on me properly in the next two seconds, I won’t be responsible for what happens to this bed. Fair warning.”
It occurred to me it would be fun to tease him, and on any other day, I probably would have. But I was as desperate as he was to reconnect, to feel him moving inside me, to know the pleasure I’d only ever experienced with him.
Positioning him at my entrance, I slid down his shaft slowly, savoring the sensation of Finn filling me full. When I was seated, I couldn’t stop pulsing around him. “Oh, oh,Finn! You feel so good.”
Sweat broke over his brow as he gritted out, “Move, babe. For the love of all that’s holy,move.”
His eyes glittered up at me, and he put his hands on my breasts. Rubbing, tugging, twisting, he teased my nipples, arrowing sensation straight to my pussy. It wasn’t long before my long, languid glides up and down his shaft had shortened in duration and increased in intensity.
“That’s it, Chess. Ride me.”
The pleasure built as I rode him faster until rivulets of sweat chased each other down my spine, and air sawed in and out of my lungs as I chased my release. When I couldn’t move fast enough for either of us, Finn dropped his hands to my hips and took over from beneath me.
“Hands on your titties, babe. The girls need more attention.”
When I hesitated, his brow shot up in challenge. Then I remembered how he’d put himself out there by showing up at my room in the first place, and I covered my breasts with my hands.
“Play with them like I was playing with them,” he commanded.
Diving deep and channeling my inner goddess, I did as he wanted and watched in wonder as his eyes turned black with desire while he thrust up into me harder, deeper.
“That’s it babe.” He smiled. “Your pussy likes it when someone is playing with your tits.”
Under us my narrow dorm bed protested the vigorous workout we were giving it. But I was too close to bliss to care. And then Finn pressed his thumb to my clit, and I clamped both hands over my mouth to muffle the scream that erupted as the mother of all orgasms exploded through me. A few seconds later, Finn let out a shout, his body going rigid as he held us both off the bed.
Slowly, I floated down from outer space to lie across his broad chest as the aftershocks rippled through me. His heart pounded against mine in a mirror rhythm, and I kissed the space where his shoulder met his neck. Leisurely, he traced his fingers up and down my spine as the sweat cooled on my skin.
“For the record,” he said, “two days is too long to go without this, Chess. Never mind two weeks. My heart is still racing in my chest from what you just did to me, and already I’m thinking about doing it again.”
“Mmm,” was all I could respond.
“But I have to be up at the butt-crack of dawn for morning lift, so as much as I want to stay here with you and use up all the condoms, I can’t.”
Resting my chin on my stacked hands, I stared at his sculpted lips and said, “I have an eight o’clock quiz, so as much I’d like to entertain you all night, I can’t.”
Groaning in unison, he lifted me off him to stand and stretch. He tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash beside the bed. Pointing at the two unused packets on the desk, he said, “We’ll leave these here for emergencies, but from now on we’re playing at my place.” He pushed on a spot on his lower back. “I’m too big for the kiddie bed the university gives you to sleep on.”
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I massaged the spot where his hand had been. “Poor thing. Did you get a cramp?” I teased.
