Page 65 of By All Accounts
“Finn,” I whispered his name into his ear, and he whispered mine back.
I reached between our bodies and fed another inch of my cock into him, hiking his leg up to make more room for me. The sound that left his mouth was almost enough to make me blowmy load on the spot, and that absolutely would not do. I went as still as I could manage, letting him get used to the stretch and also giving him another chance to change his mind. His chest heaved against my forearm, and I closed my eyes, counting his breaths until they slowed and fell into time with mine.
“Okay,” he said softly.
“I’ll go slow.”
“I know,” he whispered.
And I did.
So slow.
I moved inside of him carefully, not going all the way in, but giving him enough that he could feel it. Finn made the most beautiful sounds, gasping for breath as his fingers scrabbled against the sheets. This wasn’t anything like what it had been our first times together, and I understood he was giving me different parts of himself now than he had before. I closed my eyes and buried my nose in the back of his hair, letting my hand drag down his chest until my fingers grazed the leaking tip of his cock.
Finn’s whole body trembled violently, and he smacked my hand away, giving me a self-deprecating laugh. “If you touch me, I’ll come.”
“I want you to come.”
“Not yet,” he rasped. “Let me feel this.”
Eager to give him what he wanted, I thrust into him a little harder than I had been. He responded with a curse and a moan, and I pulled away until my cock slipped out of him. I was so hard it hurt, and Finn winced, but I moved him onto his back, used my hips to spread his legs, and I slid right back into him.
Having Finn beneath me was better than I could have fantasized. His long torso pressed against mine as he arched off the bed, and I fell forward over the top of him, patting theoutside of his thigh with one hand and bracing myself against the sheets with the other.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
He did, heels digging into the backs of my thighs. I wanted to fuck him harder, well and truly make him feel me for the rest of the day, but there was a tentative quiet of the moment that didn’t allow me to let loose. Instead, I gave him tenderness. I gave him attention. I imagined Sophie in the kitchen with her laptop and her coffee, headphones in so she couldn’t hear the way Finn moaned when I bottomed out inside of him.
God, I was in love with Sophie.
I couldn’t wait to make her my wife.
Shuddering, I brought myself back to my bed, back to the man beneath me. Finn’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes screwed shut.
“Hey.” I knocked my nose against his, kissing his upper lip. “You look like you hate this.”
“I’m trying not to come,” he said through gritted teeth. “Whatever the opposite of hate is, that’s how I’m feeling right now.”
Something bright and unplanned exploded in the center of my chest and I reached again between our bodies to skirt my fingers across Finn’s cock. He was hard and hot to the touch, and I knew it had to hurt him to be so swollen with want.
“What happens if you come?”
“It’s over.”
“I won’t stop,” I promised. “I’ll make sure you get what you need.”
Finn’s lashes fluttered, but he didn’t open his eyes. He also didn’t try to bat my hand away again, so I made a casual fist around his shaft and let the slow motion of my hips move my arm. My fingers were still slippery with lube, and I could feel Finn’s pulse against my palm. He wasn’t the only one close, butthere was no way I was going to finish myself off before getting him to the end.
“Don’t stop,” Finn whispered against my mouth, and then his entire body quaked before stilling.
A hot stream of cum spilled over my knuckles, and I used it as lube to keep stroking him until he’d finished entirely. I didn’t let him go after that, only loosening my grip and keeping him in my hand.
I kissed him next, and the sounds he made were some of the most gorgeous things I’d ever heard. Finn Covington was exposed and undone in a way I’d never seen before. In a way I didn’t think many people had seen. His legs fell open, spread on either side of me, and I adjusted myself to get a better, deeper angle. I had to let go of his dick to balance myself, shuddering with every thrust.
Finn grabbed my head, fingers threading into my hair and he held my head steady, kissing me back. He kissed me in a dangerous way, like a man possessed with a curious and hot tongue that wanted to explore every inch of my mouth. I was helpless for him, as subservient to him already as I’d been to Sophie for the past eight years. Maybe he’d been on to something at our dinner because there wasn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for her or give her, and with Finn coming apart beneath me, I had the same sense of possession and devotion course through me.
Lost to him, I hiked one of his legs up, almost over my shoulder but not quite. I knew he’d be sensitive and I didn’t want to hurt him, but I also wanted to follow him over that cliff.
