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Finn kisses all along my body until he reaches my pubic mound. I can’t hold back my moan as he spreads my legs and plants his lips right onto my clit. His tongue knows exactly what its doing. My hips buck and arch into his mouth. This sort of pleasure is almost indescribable.
It doesn’t take me long at all to reach my climax. I’ve been waiting weeks for this.
Finn gives each of my inner thighs a kiss before he kisses back up my body. When our lips meet, I can taste myself on him.
“That’s better,” he says in a husky voice. “That’s what I wanted to eat.”
“Are you going to take me yet or what?”
Finn grabs my hips and pulls me flush against his waist. He pushes his pants down, freeing his cock. I shiver knowing it’s going to be inside me soon.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asks. “Tell me.”
“I want it.”
“Bad?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes. I want it bad. Now are you going to take me or not?”
With one thrust of his hips, he enters me. It hurts a little since I’m tight. It has been weeks since we first had sex. But the pain doesn’t last long and pleasure takes over it.
We share a moan as our bodies move together. Our hips rock against one another in a perfect rhythm.
Our lips meet in a passionate, world-consuming kiss. The first time we had sex, we never kissed. It had felt too intimate.
Now things have changed.
I grip Finn’s back so tight, my fingers end up digging into his skin. He hisses and increases his pace. My legs wrap around his waist, drawing him in closer.
I need this. All of this.
Our chests press together. Our lips ignite in a kiss I’ll never forget. Our bodies are becoming one.
I never thought I could love this man and yet, here I am, in love with the man who kidnapped me. None of that matters any longer. I have him in my life and I’m happy. I made the choice to love him. No one else made that choice for me.
I gasp as my orgasm hits me and Finn groans as he thrusts into me once more before he comes with me.
We cling to each other like we’re not ready to let each other go yet.
“I can’t wait to do that for the rest of our lives,” Finn says.
“I can’t wait to be with you for the rest of our lives. Just don’t piss me off. I’ll make you sleep on the couch, you know.”
“Trust me. I know.” He rolls off me and pulls me into his arms and I settle my head on his chest.
Never have I felt more safe than in this moment. All the past trauma I’ve experienced – getting kidnapped when I was a kid, to being tortured by Sal – none of it matters right now.
All that matters is that I’m with Finn.
And that I’m safe with the most unlikely man I ever thought I’d be with.
The End