by Karen Ferry
“Kiss me, please.”
I don’t mind that I’m begging. I’ve never wanted someone the way I want him…the need inside me drives me, begging to be fulfilled, and I know he’s the only one who can quench my thirst for him.
“Are you sure?”
I place a small kiss on his jaw, loving the way he groans, his voice sending another rush of wetness to my pussy.
“You’re so innocent…I can’t help but feel I’m taking advantage of you.”
I tense in his arms and slowly raise my head. I don’t know what comes over me, but gone is the shy, awkward girl, replaced with a woman who knows her own mind. One who revels in the passion I see shining from pupils so dark, they’re almost completely black.
If he pulls away from me again, I’m going to throttle him.
“Listen to me carefully, Finlay. I’ve waited a really long time to feel the way I feel when I’m with you…please don’t push me away.”
He’s grinding his teeth so hard as he keeps our gazes locked, but I don’t back down. An inexplicable feeling is building in my chest…it stems from desire, yes, but I also feel empowered. I’m making this man feel powerless – this funny, sexy stranger is worried for my sake, only intensifying the fire bubbling in my veins.
I’m done waiting for him.
C’est maintenant ou jamais.
It’s now or never. And never isn’t an option…it never was where Finlay is concerned.
I push my lips to his, licking at the seams the way I remember he did, and luckily, it doesn’t take him long to catch up with me. He grips my hips and pulls me closer, and I moan loudly when his tongue enters my willing mouth.
Oh, god, oh, god…it’s even better than I remember. Wet, long, hard…it’s all-consuming, and his low groan only spurs me on, wishing we’re anywhere else but a public park bench. His fingers brush my hair away from my neck, and I tilt my head, drinking from his mouth.
When he wrenches his mouth from mine to trail wet kisses down my neck, I wrap my arms around him and gasp, unable to keep still.
“Fuck, Amelie. What you do to me…”
“Wh-what?”
For some reason, even in this passionate moment, I need to hear the words, not just feel them.
“I want to touch you everywhere.” He places a lingering kiss behind my ear. “I want to know if your pussy tastes as good as I imagine. Is that what you want to hear?” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips, but I hardly feel the pain. “That you drive me wild? My cock is sick of only getting my hand, sweetheart, but are you ready for it? To let caution fly to the wind?”
I nod, clinging to him.
“Yes, Finn…I’m more than ready.”
“Then let’s get the fuck out of here.”
He places a quick kiss on the tip of my nose, the sweetness of it catching me completely in surprise, before he gets up and stands before me. Quickly, he turns his head in all directions, checking for bystanders, and I do the same, slowly coming down to earth. But I don’t see anyone lingering nearby, and neither does Finlay as he takes my hand and pulls me to stand. We’re so close, our chests move against each other, and I bite my lip at the friction against my aching nipples. He quirks a brow at me when he places my hand against the bulge in his jeans.
“That’s how hard I am for you, sweetheart. How much I want you.”
A thill shudders through as I squeeze once, watching him as a hiss leaves his mouth.
“Careful. We need a cab, and we need it now.”
He dashes my hand away with his own and jams it down his trousers to right himself. I almost blush right on the spot, the sight so unapologetically sexy and confident, but instead, I turn around and grab our coffees left on the bench and with a quick flick of my wrist, I toss them in the bin.
When I turn around, Finlay hasn’t moved, and he doesn’t say a thing; he only keeps looking at me with that quiet intensity I’ve come to know, a hand extended to me. He’s waiting for me to make the first move.
That’s when it hits me so hard, I let out a low gasp…
The sense that I’m going to lose my heart to him grows stronger with each small step I walk towards him, but the strange thing is that I’m ready for it: I’m ready to dive headfirst into the unknown, free falling into an as yet unfamiliar world that only holds me and the man whose hand grips me tightly.
Without saying a single word, we walk out of the park, and the longer the silence stretches between us, the more frantic I get. I’m not scared of losing my virginity, but I am worried I won’t be able to please him.
And if that happens, the humiliation will kill me.
Finlay entwines our fingers, again showing a sweetness to him I wouldn’t have known if he didn’t, and raises them to his mouth. My breath hitches when he kisses my knuckles, his eyes lingering on mine but for a moment before he raises his arm in the air to hail a taxi.
My eyes catch sight of the veins in his fisted hand, and I suppress a needy sigh…He is every woman’s wet fantasy.
I’m one lucky woman.
8
Finlay
The tight grip of her small hand in mine keeps me calm during the short drive to her house, but I’m far from it. We don’t speak at all, but every couple of minutes, I look at her, needing to reassure myself she’s here, and that she wants this to happen.
Each time, her gaze is unflinching, unwavering, and I’m grateful for it.
I try not to think about her innocence, but it hovers at the edges of my mind on a loop, and I take one deep breath after the other, ordering myself to be gentle with her.
The last thing I want is gentle. From the moment I met her, there’s been this insane need to mark her…to brand her as belonging to me.
It’s frightening as fuck.
The taxi stops, spurring me into motion, and I toss a ten-pound note at him, not caring in the least if I’m over tipping him.
“Ta, mate,” the driver takes the note and nods at me, a knowing leer on his face, but I ignore him and, still holding Amelie, I open the door and hop out. She follows close on my heels and opens the wrought-iron gate, carefully closing it behind her. I’m strung tight with lust thrumming in my veins. I squeeze her hand as we walk next to each other up the short walkway, but I have to let her go once we reach her front door. She opens the small handbag slung over her back and rummages around for her keys. I wait, fighting for control. The only thought in my head is that I need another taste of her, and soon, or I’ll go mad.
Or, even worse, spill my seed in my pants like a schoolboy.
Soon, she unlocks the door and hurries inside. I barely manage to close and lock it behind me before her arms come around my neck, her mouth on mine.
Groaning, I shuffle backward until I reach a wall, my head thudding against it as her eager mouth assaults me. I need her so fucking much, it hurts…a delicious ache that won’t dissipate…one that leaves me hungry for more.
Her small pants against me are the biggest turn-on, and I pull her flush to my chest, my hands finding her arse. I bite down on her lover lip, tugging it before I release it with a pop.
“Are you wet, sweetheart?”
She nods, her arms a vice around my neck.
I squeeze the tight globes in my hands, spreading them once only to move my hands to her skirt, pulling it up as I go.
“Bedroom,” I groan, before I sweep my tongue inside that sinfully sweet mouth, touching every corner before our tongues find each other.
She doesn’t seem to hear me, and once my hands find her bare thighs, I cease all thinking any rational thought. I reach underneath her right knee and lift it, pushing my cock against her mound as she wraps her leg around my hip. The moan she emits sends my ears ringing, blood whizzing in my ears…Her lips become more insistent against mine, as if a light switch has been turned and the shy, inexperienced girl I thought she was grows into a fierce woman unafraid of the power she holds on me.
I need air, but I need to taste her more, and so we kiss
, and groan, and pant, rocking against each other in a mating ritual as old as time. Desire courses through me, the sweetest pain as my cock throbs against the zipper of my jeans just another erotic thing, and pain isn’t even my kink.
“I need…I want…,” she sighs and peppers kisses over my jaw and chin.
“Tell me,” I growl, my nails digging into her skin.
“Make me come, Fin…please.”
Her words uttered in such a needy, primal way makes me want to fall to my knees and worship at her feet, but I want her never to forget her first time, and I want her to be comfortable.
“Take me to your bedroom, sweetheart.” I thrust once more against her, kissing her as sweetly as I can.
She shakes her head once but then nods, lowering her leg from around me, and takes my hand and shows me. Up we go a steep stair, and at the top of it, she takes a sharp turn to the left and opens a door. Curious, I look around, but my sole focus is the four-poster bed in the middle of the room. In the centre of it, a cat lies, and I can’t help but chuckle at the raised head and its eyes that seem to say, What the fuck is this?
“Out, Monty, darling,” Amelie moves to get the cat, nuzzling his face briefly, and as ridiculous as it sounds, I envy the feline at once.
I want her to snuggle me.
I crave her adoration.
Bloody hell…I’m jealous of a cat now?
The secret smile she aims at me as she walks past me sends another shot of lust to my groin, and I have to fist my hands as I wait for to let the cat out of the room. After she shuts the door behind her, she keeps facing it, and worried I’ve freaked her makes me go to her. Gently, I reach for her hands resting next to her face as she turns those piercing grey-blue eyes at me. I’m done for, utterly and completely.
Again, I entwine our hands and press into her back, almost as if I’m shielding her from harm. I bury my face in her hair, nuzzling as I breathe in her scent before I place a soft, lingering kiss on her skin showing between her shoulder and neck.
“Tell me what you’re thinking?” I whisper against her skin.
“I’m burning up from the inside, Fin,” she breathes. “It’s building, and growing, and I’m about to combust, and that’s only from kissing you?” She closes her eyes briefly and laughs low. “It’s all-consuming…intense…”
I nod.
“Yeah, it is…are you scared?”
She shakes head after a beat of silence.
“No, not scared…”
“Good.”
She moves to turn around, but I can’t resist teasing her and so I lower my knees only to press up against the heat between her legs, and when she gasps, I emit a low growl.
“Ready?” I ask her one last time.
“Make me fly,” she whispers, her eyes flicking down to my mouth.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I fall to my knees behind her and unzip her skirt, tugging it over her hips and as I let it fall, I groan at the sight before me. She’s wearing a simple black thong, her arse pert, the muscles tensed. I lean closer and breathe in her arousal, and the sweet, musky scent makes me press down on my cock, grateful I haven’t undressed yet. There’d be a real fear of my coming way too soon if I had.
I touch her left ankle and tap it once.
“Step out, sweetheart.”
At once, she lifts her sandal-clad feet and I tilt my head as I meet her downward gaze, wondering where I should start first.
“Tell me what you want.”
Silently, she spreads her legs, pushing her arse out. I nod in approval as I lick my lips.
“Let’s see if your pussy tastes as sweet as I think.”
Her eyes grow heavy, telling me how much she enjoys my sharing with her what I want to do that I store it away for the next time.
Because I already know there will be a next time.
Once isn’t going to be enough.
For either of us.
Gently, I mould her arse cheeks in my hands, loving the feel of their softness against my rough palms. She is exquisite.
And she is mine.
I strive for patience as I remove the thong covering her mound and sweat beads on my head as I watch her pink, wet, and bare pussy. I can’t hold back, so I don’t. I crane my neck and lick my lips before I take a long sweep of her wetness. Faintly, I hear her gasp loudly, and then I feast on her. The taste of her on my tongue is what heaven must feel like, because I can’t get enough of the musky, tangy scent bursting on my lips. Flattening my tongue, I lap at her nectar. She is my air now…my everything.
I groan as she starts to rock against my ravenous mouth, and I grab a tight hold on her arse, digging in as she sets the pace.
“Fin, oh, my gosh…please,” she begs.
I know what she needs. I twirl a finger against her clit, rolling her wetness around it and strum it, all the while I push my tongue as deeply inside her as I can.
“Come, sweetheart,” I pant against her. “I’ve got you.”
The sounds that fall from her lips as she unravels on my mouth are like music, and the way she rides my face, all exhibitions gone, is a thing of sheer beauty.
Slowly, her movements still, but I don’t let her rest. I need more. So much more.
“Give me your mouth,” I growl as I come to my feet. I turn her around and pull her flush to my chest, once more taking her lips with mine. A low, husky groan as she tastes herself on my tongue makes my cock jerk. I want to touch her. I need her naked, writhing for me.
I wrench my mouth away and tug at her T-shirt.
“Let your hair down,” I order her as I pull it over her head. I reach a hand behind her to unclasp her bra. Static fills the air as she does as I say, and I take a moment to just look at her.
“You are a goddess,” I murmur softly. The tenderness I feel for her surprises me. “Look at you, all flushed, your skin almost as pink as your pussy…” I let out a shaky breath.
Her eyes are hooded, the lingering orgasm evident on her every feature. I take her hands in mine and walk backwards to her bed, my gaze never wavering from hers. As I sit down, I release her hands only to take a tight hold on her hips. I push my thumbs underneath the strings of her underwear and tug it down, removing it and her sandals. I’m in awe of the trust she places in me.
When she’s fully naked, I reach for her and heft her in my arms, lifting her until she sits astride me. There’s something insanely erotic about her completely naked while I have yet to undress. I raise my right hand and push her hair away from her face, needing to see her as I unravel her with my fingers this time.
“Again,” I murmur as my other hand finds the hard nipple on her breast. I hum in appreciation as she arches her back. “Do you know how beautiful you look right now?”
“Stop talking, Fin,” she huffs. I blink, equally surprised and turned on by her brazenness. “Show me more.”
“Hold on to me, sweetheart.”
Instantly, she puts her hands on my shoulders, and without breaking a beat, I lean forward and close my mouth around her right nipple. I can feel her trembling against me as she sighs, and I run my hands all over her in featherlight touches, massaging her smooth skin while I suck the hard bud hard before laving it with my tongue. Her whimper and slow roll of her hips against me spurs me on and I pick up my pace. I don’t know how long I worship her breasts, switching from one to the other, but all I know is I want to see her erupt. I open my eyes and stare up at her, gasping against her sweaty skin.
Her head is thrown back, showcasing her long neck, and her mouth is open. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I have never seen a more magnificent creature in my life.
“I wonder if I can make you come from sucking on your tits,” I rasp against her, “but right now, I need you to come again, beautiful.” I lean away and look down, gasping at the wet spot her arousal has left on my jeans. My cock is tenting against the restraining clothes, but I don’t care. As gentle as I can be, I cover her pussy, rubbing my palm against her clit while I
prod softly against her opening.
“Fuck, you are drenched.”
My finger penetrates her with ease, sucking me inside her. I tremble, the enormity of what she is gifting me piercing my soul, and that gives me the willpower to stay tender with her. Carefully, I put another finger inside her, listening to her escalating breaths, before I look up at her.
“Eyes on me, Amelie.”
It takes her a couple of seconds, but when she does as I ask her, I grab on to her neck, my open mouth reaching for hers. When I swallow her whimpers with my kiss, I finger fuck her, and my willpower comes close to shattering. My lips grow wild, devoid of any finesse, but as she rides my fingers, I don’t care. All I care about is preparing her for my cock…to brand her…to take as much as I give her.
“You’re so tight…so perfect.”
I can feel something against my fingers, making it near impossible to keep patient, but I know I must. I retreat from her tightness and flick my thumb against her clit. A small cry leaves her mouth and she grows still on top of me, trembling like a leaf. Her arousal slips through my fingers, and I want to roar like a beast.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as she rides the aftershock of her orgasm, and I remove my hand from between her legs.
“Now you’re ready.”
I swallow the thickness in my throat of the beautiful gift she bestows on me and turn with her in my arms. She wraps her arms tightly around me, tucking her face in the crook of my neck.
“Don’t fall asleep on me,” I beg as I reach for my wallet in my back pocket and flip it open on the bed. My lungs are close to bursting, and my boxers are sticky with pre-cum leaking from my aching cock.
She giggles sleepily.
“I promise I won’t.”
Her sweet kisses and tongue on my neck and jaw are almost more than I can take. I glance around her bedroom, looking for something so we don’t mess up her sheets too much. Satisfaction tears through me when my gaze falls on a white towel haphazardly thrown on a rocking chair in the corner farthest away. “Stay here.” I press a quick kiss to her shoulder and get up, her arms falling down to her sides. I grab it quickly and when I turn back around, my mouth emits a low rumble at the sight before me.
