My chest seizes tight. I hate when she points that out.
“I understand, Finn,” she adds in a strained voice.
“What?” I pull back and stare at her, stunned, and soften my voice. “Baby, my attraction to you is not the issue. It will never be the issue.” I tilt my hips up, grinding my erection between her thighs. “Feel how hard my cock is for you? I just don’t want to rush it.”
“But—”
I press my finger against her lips. “Let me prove it to you.” I grind against her again. “Show you how much I’ve wanted to have you for years. How I’ve wanted to take you, all cute and polite, and dirty you up in bed. You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted to make you mine, fuck you the way I know you should be fucked, and never let you go.”
My voice is raspy after my confession.
Some words I meant to say.
Some I didn’t.
Maybe she wasn’t ready to hear all that yet.
“Do it,” she says, challenging me. “Make me yours. Prove you want me like this.”
Pushing my hands between us, I tighten my hold on her ass to lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist as I stand and head to her bedroom. As hot as messing around on the couch sounds, I want her in a bed. I need ample room to show her she’s everything to me.
I flip the light on, carefully set her on her feet, and sit on the edge of the bed. I drink her in as she stares at me in curiosity.
Crossing my arms, I lower my voice. “Strip for me. Show me that gorgeous body I’ve lusted over for years.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Grace
Finn’s words light a fire inside me.
I’m a vanilla girl.
I’ve only had sex with vanilla men.
Straight to missionary type of men.
I’d bet my car Finn isn’t a vanilla, straight to missionary man.
A man asking me to strip is new.
If it were any other man asking, I’d be timid.
Uncertain.
But this is Finn.
And the way he’s eyeing me like a snack gives me a boost of confidence.
He wants me to strip for him?
I’ll strip for him.
My breathing is ragged as I step out of my dress. Without thinking, I wrap my hands around my stomach, hiding myself.
“All of you, Grace,” Finn demands. “Every single inch.”
I drop my arms, unsnap my bra, and my breasts burst free.
“Shit,” he mutters.
I stand tall, wearing only panties, a sense of pride shooting through my veins. I don’t bother covering my breasts because I know his next command would’ve told me not to. Finn licks his lips, his stare sweeping up and down my body in appreciation.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He falls back onto his elbows, holding himself up. “Now, let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”
I nearly fall back a step at his words.
I rub my thighs together, feeling the stickiness of my arousal, and run a finger between my legs before slowly pushing my panties down.
“You’re soaked for me, aren’t you?” he croaks out.
I smirk. “Possibly.”
Two can play this teasing game, buddy.
My eyes sweep straight to him as my panties fall to the carpet, and I kick them off my feet.
He rises, no longer on his elbows, and his back is straight. “And you thought I wouldn’t find this the sexiest damn thing ever?” His breathing turns ragged. “You are breathtakingly beautiful.” He crooks his finger, signaling for me to come closer.
I erase the distance between us, and he raises my leg onto the bed. I shudder as he strokes the inside of my thigh.
“I love this body of yours”—he plants a soft kiss to my growing belly—“every inch of you, and I’m going to show that appreciation by worshipping your pussy.” He widens the space between my legs, dragging his hand up and down my thigh. “Can I taste you, Grace?”
“Yes,” I half gasp, half moan.
“That’s my girl.”
Standing, he carefully pushes me onto the bed and climbs over me. I relax into my mattress, ready for whatever he’s willing to give me. Goose bumps coat my skin when he slips a hand up my thigh before settling himself between my ankles.
He spreads my legs wide, putting me on full display for him.
Another first time for me.
Call it the pregnancy hormones.
Call it being with Finn.
But for the first time in my years of having sex, I’ve never felt so comfortable with someone.
Finn lowers his head and stares between my legs, as if he were studying for a test. His head falls forward, and he takes my clit between his lips, gently sucking on it. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”
“Oh my God,” I mutter, tingles shooting up my spine.
With no warning, he dips his head lower and strokes the length of his tongue between my lower lips. My back hitches off the bed as a burst of pleasure shatters through me.
It’s only the first lick, and I’m already a goner.
I grip the back of his neck, holding him down. “More, please.”
He chuckles. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with you.”
I grin.
No more vanilla sex for this girl.
Finn is awakening sexual urges I’ve never had before.
I’ve never been a fan of oral sex because it’s never been a fun time. It’s an annoying attempt where men fake making an effort to make you orgasm but never actually reach the finish line.
Finn?
He’s putting in all the effort.
He gets an A+++++ for the things he’s doing with his tongue.
He adds his fingers.
Sucks on my clit.
I writhe on the sheets and moan his name.
The same way I have when I’ve fingered myself, thinking about him, but this is so much better than anything I could’ve ever imagined. I move into his touch, grinding my core against his face, and I’m shocked he’s not gasping for air at how tight I’m holding him. I want him there forever. A warm wave of pleasure hits me, shooting through my veins and lighting me on fire.
Finn groans against my clit as I ride out the wave of my orgasm.
My Finn-induced orgasm.
The best damn orgasm of my life.
“Holy freaking crap,” I gasp. “I’m going to ask you if you think I’m attractive every day if that’s what you do to prove me otherwise.” I’m not sure how much he understands since I’m saying the words through heavy puffs of air.
He chuckles—it’s deep and raw. He pulls back and swipes his tongue over his wet lips—wet from my getting off on his face. I expect his next steps to be rolling off the bed, scurrying to the bathroom, and rinsing out his mouth.
That move was a Gavin regular.
I should’ve known Finn is nothing like Gavin.
I love the feel of his body weight as he moves up my body and slaps a kiss to my lips.
He lingers for a moment, sliding his tongue between my lips. “Don’t you taste good?”
I’m not exactly sure what good vagina tastes like, and I can’t taste much, so I nod and mutter, “Mm-hmm.”
He collapses onto his back and catches his breath. “That is definitely a top ten best moment of my life.”