I have no clue how much time passes with me just laying spread-eagled on the blankets, my chest heaving with every breath. Eventually I become aware of Finn lying next to me, his hand resting on my stomach. My head turns to find him looking at me with what I can only describe as a goofy grin on his face. It draws an answering smile on mine.
“Hey.”
A soft laugh escapes me at his simple greeting. “Hi.”
“I didn’t think it was possible to be more attracted to you. But that…you were spectacular.” Finn bends down and kisses my forehead, my nose, and finally my lips. Who is this man, so sweet and romantic? How can he be the same man who talked so dirty earlier?
“How good does your knee feel?”
His brow furrows slightly in confusion. “It’s fine. Why?”
I untangle myself from his body and rise up onto my knees before turning over and facing away from him. “Because we haven’t done my favourite position yet.”
Finn groans, but instead of coming up behind me like I thought he would, he gently pulls me back down to the blankets.
“Sweet girl, it’s fine, but it’s not kneeling on a hard floor fine. Fuck. I’m sorry. Clearly I didn’t think this plan through. Can we save that for when we’ve got a bed?”
He sounds so tormented, I can’t even be annoyed or embarrassed. Especially not when he maneuvers me onto my side, propping my head up on one of the pillows, and lines himself up behind me.
“How about we…modify slightly?”
I open my mouth to answer, but no words come out when he snaps open my bra, slides under my neck and around to my front to fondle a breast with one hand, while the other snakes over my hip and zeroes in on my clit with exquisite precision. His lips find the back of my neck, and the combination of touch in all three zones has me forgetting all about any other position in no time.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he murmurs against my skin.
“I’m good. Really good,” I manage to say. I feel his smile, then I hear him reach over somewhere behind him, and then the telltale sound of a foil packet being opened. When he shifts back against my back, I roll my hips against him. We’re a tangle of legs and arms, but somehow, I find his dick, rock hard and throbbing. I lift my top leg slightly and he shifts his hips forward to line up with my entrance. It’s an entirely new experience for me, being taken from behind while lying on my side like this, and with his first thrust I quickly start to realize I might like it as much as when I’m on my hands and knees. Granted, I only discovered that position because it was the only one that brought me even close to coming with my ex.
But I’m not thinking about him right now. I’m thinking about Finn’s dick sliding in and out of me, his fingers playing expertly with my clit, and his lips covering my neck and shoulders in deep, drugging kisses.
“Turn to me, babe,” he commands, and I twist my upper body so our mouths can meet. His tongue thrusts in at the same time as his cock and I scream into the kiss. I’m truly at his mercy, with his leg wrapped over mine, his hand pinning me in place with its focus on my clit, and his other hand holding my breast. I’ve never felt so out of control, and so completely safe at the same time.
“Oh shit, Ashley,” I hear him grunt when I start to clench myself around him, another orgasm barreling toward me.
“I can’t wait, Finn. You’re just…oh God, it’s so good,” I gasp. He pinches my nipple, hard, and that mix of pain and pleasure is all it takes for my body to stiffen and then release in another spectacular climax. Finn follows behind me with a roar of my name, and I feel him spill inside of me with every wild thrust until his body slows and stops. I can feel his chest rising and falling rapidly against my back, and I wonder if he can feel my heart fluttering in my chest.
We stay there for a moment, and I can only assume he’s finding his way back to awareness just as I am. I can feel the hard floor beneath us now, and I’m glad Finn changed up the plan. The candles have all burned down to small flames, and it’s dark enough that I can only just see the outline of the wine racks on the wall in front of me.
“The sommelier in me is offended we didn’t finish the tasting,” Finn comments lazily, his hand running up and down my arm. I turn onto my other side to face him and cuddle in closer.
“Is the man in you offended?” I ask slyly, earning a rumbling laugh that reverberates through me. Finn flips me onto my back and is hovering over me before I can say anything else.
“Not at all.” His head comes down to kiss me slowly, leisurely. This kiss feels different from any other one. There’s a depth behind it, an emotion that scares me a little. I push that thought aside and try to bring my focus back to the here and now. One of the candles Finn lit flickers out, and the intimate darkness around us grows even more pronounced.
We stay like that, kissing, exploring each other with our mouths and our hands for a while. Truthfully, I have no sense of time right now. It could be midnight for all I know. But eventually, Finn pulls back with a groan.
“Damnit woman, you’re too tempting.” He stands up, roots around on the floor and pulls on his pants commando.
I raise myself up on my elbows and watch him appreciatively. “Why is that a problem, exactly?”
He gives me a crooked smile. “Because. There’s a lot more I want to do to you that I can’t do on a hard cellar floor. Now get dressed, sweet girl.”
“Fine,” I huff. “But I hope that wine is coming back with us.”
Chapter twenty-three
Finn
I wimped out. Not in terms of pleasure, hell no. I made damn sure to take care of Ashley, several times in fact.
