Page 62 of Making Home with You
“Touch me, please.”
I grind my hips against his hand, but he continues to tease me, kissing my stomach, my thighs and around my underwear until I’m drenched and practically screaming for him.
He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and slips them down my legs where they land on top of my pants.
Finn bites his bottom lip and looks up at me, “I want you on my face.I want to eat your pussy until you scream my name.”
“Fuck me,” I murmur, as he grabs my leg and hikes it up onto the arm of the couch, opening me to him.I watch as he shifts his body, lining my pussy up with his mouth and then I feel his tongue on me.
He’s slow and each pass of his tongue makes my body shudder with need.My hands are tangled in his hair, my breathing erratic and desperate as I moan out Finn’s name.I can’t get close enough to him; I want him inside me.
“Finn, please.I need to feel you.I need to touch you.”
Without his mouth leaving my body, he begins to undo his pants, wiggling out of them, but still never losing contact with me.
Finn moves himself back up, pulling me onto him, I straddle his hips and with ease, he slides inside me.
We start slow, enjoying the feeling and my legs begin to shake with need, my whole body is crying out for more.With his hands under my ass, Finn lifts me up, and before setting me down, he growls into my ear, “Bend over the couch, because I’m going to fuck you hard.”
I clench around him and he moans out loud, calling my name and digging his fingers into my ass cheeks.
“Now,” he demands and I bend at the waist, exposing myself to him.I’m wet and on the verge of coming.It won’t take long, but he stills, and runs his fingers though my wetness, spreading me and teasing me until I’m pushing back against him.
“Finn, god, fuck!”I scream and I hear him chuckle and a smile spreads across my face.It’s amazing what two people can do to each other.
He wraps my hair around his hand and pulls me closer to him, lining us up, and then he thrusts inside me, long, hard, deep.
“Harder,” I scream, moaning with each controlled move, with each long push, and I reach between us, sliding my fingers against my clit and then to his balls.
We’re loud, both of us panting and moaning as Finn groans, “Your fucking pussy was made for my dick, Sarah.”And his words are my undoing.I clench around him and we’re both coming hard and desperate.
I collapse on the couch, and Finn falls next to me, kissing my shoulder, my head, and my neck.
I crawl up Finn’s body and kiss his lips, and his chest, and rest my head against him.His heart is still beating hard, and I love the sound of it.I love that it’s me who made it like this and I love that we have something special.
“I have to do some work tonight,” I finally manage to splutter out, still exhausted from our cardio session.“But not for my stupid job,” I clarify.“I offered to do some PR for a friend of Kelsey’s.”
“Of course,” Finn says, running his hand through my hair and kissing the top of my head.“As long as it’s not for your stupid job.”He laughs and swats me on the ass.“Why don’t we get cleaned up and you can get to work.”
“You sure you’re okay with it?I know we don’t…” I try to continue but Finn shushes me, putting a finger under my chin, he moves so I’m looking at him.
“I told you it was okay, but since you’re asking again, I want you to put something together for the pub when you get a chance.We want to hire you too.”
He kisses me, his smirk still lingering when he pulls back.
“Are you sure that’s not a conflict of interest, Chief?”
“Oh, definitely not.I can be incredibly impartial.”
“But what if you hate my work?”I ask, biting my bottom lip as I stand up in front of him; my nose wrinkled up and my finger twirling my hair.
“I’m pretty sure all you have to do is show me your tits and I’d love anything you do.”
“You mean these?”I ask, wetting my lips as I use my hands to push my breasts together, and Finn reaches out for me.
“Yes,” he growls and I take a step back from him and trot off toward the bedroom with Finn trailing behind.
Chapter Eighteen