It felt fucked up and selfish.
But it also felt…
So.
Fucking.
Right.
I swallowed, knowing in my heart of hearts that I was too weak to say no.
We stared at each other for a long beat, and finally, I gave in.
“Take this off,” I growled, tugging at the zipper to his wetsuit, and his eyes flashed with heat as we worked together to strip him down.
I took my time.
Helping Finn out of his wetsuit felt like I was unwrapping a gift. I drank up every inch of flesh, and it felt like I was seeing him for the first time again.
It was always like this when I undressed him.
Being permitted to watch as he exposed all his soft, golden skin felt like such a privilege.
A gift of epic proportions that I just straight up didn’t deserve.
And I hadtriedto refuse him. To do the right thing and push him away, but…
He wanted me.
And my baby boy deserved to have anything he wanted. If it was in my power to give it to him, I would.
I honestly couldn’t believe he still wanted me.
When he came back home that night and broke down in front of me, mourning my death like it meant he’d lost me… I truly didn’t think he would ever let me back in.
I never thought I would ever have the chance to run my fingers over his perfect body again.
Peeling the suit over his shoulders and down his waist, he stood up briefly so I could roll the material down the firm, muscled globes of his ass. He sat back down, resting his bare cheeks against the rough stone of my grave as I gently tugged the rest of the suit off his legs.
I tossed the wet material aside and stood back to look at him.
He looked so effortlessly beautiful, sprawled across my tombstone.
His golden hair was lightening as it dried, and it curled around his ears in soft, golden tufts.
The way his eyes changed to match his environment always fascinated me. Right now, they were gunmetal grey, but somehow, they were still so clear that they felt like pools of Arctic water.
I allowed my gaze to slowly travel down the length of his body, taking in his nowverybroad shoulders that sloped into sculpted biceps. His cobblestone abs were currently scrunched around his belly button from the casual way he lounged on the stone marker. I followed the light dusting of brown hair that led from his navel down to his perfect cock, which was so hard it was pointing directlyat his face.
It was getting cold as the afternoon slowly descended in the sky, and a cool breeze cut through the palms surrounding us, causing Finn to shiver.
His nipples darkened and contracted as his skin turned to gooseflesh, and his teeth chattered slightly, causing me to frown.
“Are you cold, baby?” I whispered, stepping between his muscular legs, melting at the way he tilted his head back so that our eyes never broke contact.
“You’ll have to warm me up.” He smiled, his stormy eyes swirling with mischief. I brushed my thumb over one of his adorable dimples and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, breathing in his addicting scent.
“I can do that…” I hummed.
