It was my turn to laugh. “Emma. We never did have living room sex.”
Fin retook my hand. “We’re not in college anymore.” He led me through the condo, past the kitchen island and into the living room. The only illumination came through the windows from the lights seven stories below.
He flipped the switch, bringing the fire within the brick fireplace to life, and the room filled with an orange glow. I turned in time to watch Fin lay one of the blankets from the sofa over the soft rug.
“We have a nice king-sized bed down the hall.”
“After living room sex, we can move on to bedroom sex.”
“That’s a lot of sex,” I said with a giggle.
“Mussels, baby. I’m only getting started.”
Taking a step closer, I reached for the hem of Fin’s cashmere sweater. He complied by lifting his arms as I pulled the sweater over his head. Next to go was a white t-shirt. In the firelight, I marveled at the muscles in his chest and torso, running the tips of my fingers over each bulge and indentation. I slowed as I ran my touch over the still-visible bruise on his chest.
“Is your rib…? It’s okay if we?—”
Fin scooped his fingers behind my neck and stopped my question with a forceful kiss. When he pulled away, our noses were close enough to touch. “If I don’t get my cock inside your wet pussy soon, my erection will be more painful than my rib.”
“How do you know I’m wet?”
He dipped his chin near my ear. “I can smell you, Vee. Your sweet aroma is calling me.” After a gentler kiss, he motioned to the blanket. “On the blanket. Lie down.”
Obediently, I complied. My reward was the view from the floor as Fin unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and lowered the zipper. The erection I felt against my stomach was impossible to hide beneath his silk boxer briefs. His leather loafers and socks were the next to go.
In the glow of the fire, Fin was even more handsome than he was in college. The boy who had stolen my heart had matured into a confident, dominant, caring man. Time had defined his body into the envy of Greek sculptors over the centuries.
I was practically drooling by the time his boxer briefs were removed, and Fin was crawling toward me. My nipples tightened as he came closer, fist, knee, fist, knee. “Lift your arms over your head. Pretend I’m holding them there.”
I did as he said, exposing myself even more. The position made my back arch, lifting my breasts. With Fin’s intense stare on me, I felt his hand on my wrists, even though it wasn’t there. The fire’s flames reflected in his mostly dark orbs as inch by inch, his sizzling gaze scanned my nakedness, lingering so long that my nipples drew impossibly harder, becoming diamonds without a word or a touch.
Fin knelt by my side.
I squirmed as he lifted one of my feet, bending my knee. Next, he did the same with the other foot. Despite the warmth of the nearby flames, I wanted the heat that would only come by the man analyzing every inch of my body.
“Your pussy is crying, it wants me so much.”
“Fin.”
He laid his finger over my lips. “You’re stunning, laid out for me.” He sat between my legs, his penis rubbing my pussy. The next thing I knew, Fin told me to sit up onto my knees.
My arms fell to his wide shoulders as he helped me move. Straddling his lap, I closed my eyes as he pulled me down, sheathing his ridged cock. The sensation of fullness was overwhelming. Relief that he was in me and desire for more created a dangerous concoction.
My back arched and unrecognizable sounds filled the air as my legs flexed, lifting me. With his long fingers splayed over my hips, Fin pulled me down. Each time felt as if he were impossibly deeper within me. His lips, tongue, and teeth found my breasts as I continued to move in the way he directed.
Fin was the choreographer of this dance, the puppet master pulling the strings. I was the willing participant whose job was to trust that I was in the hands of a master. Fin taught me trust fourteen years ago; however, as the orgasm began to build within me, I knew that his skill set had also matured.
My fingernails carved half-moons into his shoulders as my body tightened from within. The earlier sparks were a mounting volcanic eruption as I moved faster, pulling up just for him to slam my hips back down.
All at once, my world tilted.
No longer was I on top, Fin was now over me. His thrusts sped frantically.
The explosion was imminent.
Above me, Fin’s expression was mesmerizing, the way his neck strained and how the muscles and tendons pulled tight. It was a beautiful sight of masculine bliss. I was so enthralled with watching, the cataclysmic explosion caught me by surprise, causing me to scream out his name. Within me his cock pulsated as my pussy clenched tighter and tighter. Like rolling thunder, the orgasm continued, wringing me out from my head to my toes.
Finally, the warmth and weight of Fin’s body curled over mine.
