Page 120 of Love Overboard
“I could come just like this I think,” I whispered, rolling again as he flicked his tongue over one nipple and toyed with the other. “I’ve missed this so much. I feel like… like…”
I panted and moaned in lieu of continuing that sentence, wondering if Finn felt the same need coursing through him like a wildfire.
“I know, I know,” he assured me, slowing his perusal with his tongue. “I feel it, too.”
“It’s only with you.”
“Only ever you.”
He kissed me long and hard with that declaration.
“Before we go any further, I want you to know that I have always used protection,” Finn said, and he didn’t really need to say it because I already knew. We’d always used protection when we were together in the past. “But tonight… Em, I want you bare. I want to feel you —reallyfeel you. No barriers, no holding back. I’m so feckin’ tired of everything that’s come between us.”
“I want it, too,” I whispered against his lips before I kissed him to seal the need. “I need it. To feel you inside me.”
“You’ve nothin’ to worry about with me, Em.”
“I know. You’re safe with me, too. And I’m—”
“On the pill?” He growled, nipping at my bottom lip. “I know. Watched you take it every morning, wondering who you were shagging instead. Drove me bloody mad.”
I laughed into his possessive kiss at that. “Oh, my God, you brute. I mostly take it so that my period cramps don’t kill me.” I pressed a hand into his chest. “And for the record, I’ve only slept with one person since we split. Not that I owe you an explanation. You don’t own me.”
“But you own me,” he said, and he slowed our kiss just long enough to hammer that point home with a very purposeful sweep of his tongue over mine. “Now, no more talking about other people. It’s me and you now.”
“Me and you.”
Finn smirked against my lips, the tip of his nose nudging mine. “You said you could come like this,” he mused. “Go on, then. Show me.”
A bolt of electricity struck me hard and fast when he rocked his hips up to meet mine, timing it perfectly with a swirl of his tongue.
“Finn,” I breathed, and already the edges of my vision were sparking.
“Jaysus, yes. Just like that,” he praised, and then his hands found my hips and added just the right pressure. “Say my name while you’re grinding on me like a desperate wee thing.”
A moan ripped from me, every nerve screaming to life at his degradation. He knew I liked it, that I wanted it, that I craved the surrender of him taking control and letting me give myself to him fully. And I knew he’d whisper these dirty words against my skin now and cover them with praise as soon as we were finished.
He was right — he knew the way I ticked. He understood me like no one else.
This was why we were inevitable.
We were current and tide — pulled by the same moon, bound to the same rhythm. No one else would fit. No one else would do.
I picked up my pace, grinding against him as he paid homage to my breasts. I threw my head back as the first orgasm crested — and I knew it would only be the first of many. This was our favorite game to play, after all. How many times could we get the other off? How much energy could we spare before we were both truly spent?
“I hated seeing you with her,” I rasped, pulling his hair until he lifted his chin and looked up at where I rocked and writhed against him. His eyes meeting mine lit another wick within me. “I want to punish you for torturing me that way.”
I ground against him harder, enough to make him suck in a hiss of breath and grit his teeth a little. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, one hand snaked around to cradle the back of my head and pull me into him for a bruising kiss while the other helped me ride him harder.
“Punish me, then,” he breathed against my lips. “Make it hurt.”
I surrendered to the need coursing through me, my hips wild and pace quick. I didn’t care if I was putting too much pressure on him, and he welcomed the pain, holding me to him, kissing me through the crest of the first wave. I came with a hitched breath and my hands clawing at his back, and Finn smirked against my mouth, helping me ride out the last of it.
He took the weight of me when I melted, my heart racing against his chest as he pressed a kiss to my hair.
“That’s one,” he mused, and then he spanked my ass and helped me off his lap.
My shorts were dragged down to my knees in the next second, Finn helping me step out of them as I balanced with my hands on his shoulders. I was shaking like a leaf, still pantingfrom my first release, but Finn’s hungry gaze only intensified once I was fully bare for him.
