His eyes flutter closed. “You’re so good at that.”
I stop my smile from pushing up my rosy cheeks as I kiss all the way down his length, his fingers in my hair spurring me on with each stroke.
“Suck it.” His voice trembles. “Take it deep into that beautiful mouth of yours.”
I do as he asks, sliding him to the back of my throat. His muscly thighs tremble, his stomach vibrating with alow growl as he grits his teeth. Tightening his grip in my hair, he holds my head in place, preventing me from moving.
“I want to fuck your pretty mouth, but if I do, I won’t last and I need to be inside you, Shell.” He tugs on my hair, pulling me away from his length. His other hand tucks under my arm, lifting me to my feet, guiding me up to his mouth, where he kisses me, licking up the saltiness of the pre-cum from my tongue. “In the van. I need to make love to you and show you exactly how I feel about you.”
I scramble in my bag for the keys, then open the side door. I say a brief prayer of gratitude that the bed’s already made up and the blinds are down, and pull my dress over my head before tossing it over the front seats.
Finn slides the door closed. “If this van’s rocking, don’t come knocking.”
I giggle as I crawl backwards onto the bed, slipping off my bra and panties.
He copies my movements, tossing his shirt over the front seat. Before discarding his trousers, he plucks a condom from his wallet.
I lean up on my elbows as he rolls the latex down his shaft. “It’s been a while for me.” I swallow the thick air.
“I’ll go slow.” He climbs on the bed, kneeling in front of me. With his rough hands, he pushes my thighs apart and presses a kiss against my clit. “Are you ready for me?”
The cool air already has me tingling down there, but now I’m burning up with the need for him. “I think so.”
His finger dips inside my heat. “So slick.” He adds another finger, stretching me further. “Are you always this wet, or is this just for me?”
“Just for you, Finn. It’s all for you.” I pant as he adds another finger, stretching me wide.
“I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.” He kisses my clit again, causing a shiver to rack my bones.
“What are you waiting for?” I lift my hips, desperate for his mouth again, but even more desperate for him to fill me up.
“I’m waiting for you to beg.” He crawls over me, kissing his way up my body. “Beg for my dick, Shell. Tell me how much you want it.”
I’m on the cusp of an orgasm. I’m not above begging, but I’ll gladly rub my clit myself, desperate to come. My fingers curl around his neck, pulling his face to my lips. I stare him in the eyes. “Just stop talking and fuck me already.”
His lips curl. “I thought you’d never ask.” He slips through my slick folds, then pushes in slowly past the ring of muscle. “You feel so good, Shell. Just like I knew you would. Just like I’ve imagined a hundred times.”
I breathe in as he fills me up. The stretch of pleasure is everything I’ve craved. “You’ve thought about this?”
“I’ve thought about so many things where you’re concerned.” He pushes deeper until he’s fully seated in my heat. Our eyes lock, and I’m adrift, uncovering new depths to this man who once infuriated me.
“What things?” My mouth parts with another gasp as he pulls out slow and pushes back in again.
“I want to fuck every part of you. I want to come over every inch of your curves and claim you as mine. By the time I’ve finished with you, you’ll never want to let me go. But tonight I want to make love to my turtle girl like this, slow and steady.”
“I don’t want slow and steady. I want it rough and hard. Give it to me, Finn. Fuck me. Claim me, ruin me.” I arch my back, offering myself up to him.
He hovers above me with shaky breaths. His biceps tremble as he picks up the pace.
“You want it rough?” His eyes sparkle, reflecting my own. He pins my hands against the bedsheets, our fingers entwining. “I can’t do rough, not tonight, turtle. I’m about three thrusts away from exploding and if I go any faster, it’s all over for the both of us.”
My heart melts for this man’s vulnerability with me. A complete contrast from the arrogant man who swaggered down the beach with the volleyball under his arm.
He pushes inside me again, hitting the spot that makes my toes tingle. His head dips to greet my nipple, sucking it into his mouth and lapping with his tongue. With the brush of his skin against my sensitive spot with each torturous thrust, I’m about ready to come undone myself, but I don’t want this to be over with yet. I want to keep him inside me a little while longer and explore this connection I feel.
I'm lost in Finn’s eyes, sparkling in the darkness like a starry sky lighting the way as I navigate into his heart. If I could wish upon a star, I’d wish this night would last forever.
“You’re so beautiful, Shell.” He grinds into me again, a sheen of sweat coating his skin. “You’re my girl, Shell. My turtle girl. Say it. I need to hear you say it.”
