Page 63 of Camera Shy

My eyes snap to his face.

His sexy smile grows. “Open the door, Avery, and take your dress off. It’s time for class.”

17

Avery

Finn looks impatient as he watches me come down the stairs. I thought he’d follow me to the bedroom when I went to adjust the aquarium lights, but he stayed behind in the living room. Perhaps he wants to talk first. It’s probably a good idea to establish some ground rules anyway. I lost my mind a little in the limo, all but asking him to hold me through my orgasm. The only flaw to my grand master plan is that I’m having trouble separating emotional and physical feelings when it comes to sex.

The bottom line is they go hand in hand. Affection…safety…love… I’m realizing these are all things necessary to have a completely fulfilling experience. Therefore, with Finn, I’m going to have to find a way to accept the missing pieces of our situation.

“Finn, I think we should lay down some ground rules—”

“Hush.”

“Excuse me?”

Finn rises from the couch and reaches for my hand. I hold it out playfully, like a queen to a loyal subject, but there’s nothing proper about the way Finn yanks me into his body so hard, I crash into his chest with an audible thud. Oof.

“How about we play a little rough tonight and see if you like it?”

“Rough?” I mutter, still smashed against his pecs as he grabs the hem of my dress, pulling it upward.

“Nothing crazy. But I bet you’ll like it if I take control.”

I nod as I raise my arms so he can pull my swanky, sleek dress up and over my head. He tosses it aside, well out of reach. “Okay, I’m in. What should I do?” Glancing to my right, I see my spazzy fish friend Cherry doing her nightly laps. I don’t know why it comforts me, but it does. The world is still spinning. Everything is okay. I’m still me. The crazy, lonely, old maid who talks to fish and yet…

Finn wants it rough.

“You do everything I tell you to. Don’t think. Just do it.” He trails his thumb over one of my cheeks. “And don’t be nervous. I’m not going to hurt you. I’d never. But I’m going to boss you around and show you how I like it. Just tell me to stop if you’re not happy.”

“Okay,” I say, cursing myself when my voice cracks.

“Avery?” Finn drops his head and finds my eyes. “I’m serious. If you’re unhappy at any point, tell me. I’ll take you upstairs to the bed, turn off the lights, and we’ll do this in whatever way makes you the most comfortable, okay?”

I keep my eyes locked on his. Deep breath. “I don’t want comfortable, Finn. I want hot.”

His hands expertly unclasp my bra strap, which is no easy feat. This strapless bra is reinforced with eight clasps. It’s effectively a corset, but it doesn’t slow Finn down one bit. My breasts have barely popped free before his mouth engulfs one nipple, while he rolls the other between his thumb and forefinger. I gasp at the sensation. One side of my chest is warm and wet. The other is teased and taunted, my right nipple becoming angry and rock-hard between his touch.

“Oh God,” I moan as he switches. My tortured nipple instantly comforted against his warm tongue, while the other is completely unprepared for the almost painful pleasure.

“Fuck, Avery,” Finn growls as he suddenly rises and yanks down my underwear. “I’m sorry. I can’t even do the foreplay. I’m so turned on right now. I need you.” He yanks my hand over the hard bulge in his pants. “You’re going to take good care of me, right?”

I nod obediently. Desperately. More than anything, I want to take good care of Finn. While I unbuckle his belt, Finn undoes his shirt, making me more and more crazed as each button pops free. “Get on the couch,” he commands. “On your hands and knees.”

The flit in my chest turns into an aching pound when he talks to me like that. Domineering. Impatient. Needy for me. I make a mental note for future reference, I kind of like it when a man growls at me like that. It makes me want to growl back.

I position myself on the couch, grateful that at night we only have the low lights on. Finn can see everything…just under a hazy, flattering ambiance. The brightest part of the room is the blueish glow of the aquarium, but it barely touches us from the couch.

Finn situates himself behind me after ditching his pants and briefs. He slides the tip of his dick up and down, against my crease, and I have to bite down on my upper arm. Goddamn, that feels good. Flesh against flesh. Slick, wet, wanting… So. Damn. Good.

But I squeal when he nudges forward, the tip barely in. “Ah!” The invasion is overwhelming. Not like this. It won’t fit like this. I know he feels it too.

“Shit, baby,” Finn says in a hiss as he rips away. “You’re way too tight like this.” Clutching my waist, Finn flips me over. His smile is haughty and amused. He pushes my knees apart, scooting forward between my spread thighs, and that’s when I see his full erection for the first time.

I gawk. In horror. What the actual fuck? He just tried to put that in me?

“You’ve never been stretched properly a day in your life, have you?” Finn asks, seeming to enjoy my shocked expression.

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