Page 40 of Finn

Sweet Jesus, what am I getting myself into?

Chapter eleven

Finn

When we make it back to the house, I send a text to my security team that no one is to come into the house until I tell them otherwise. The jog back home was fucking torturous. Every damn time I thought about the way Alessia’s ass jiggled when I slammed into her from behind, the memory had the blood rushing to my cock. Thank God she’s a fast fucking runner because I was moments away from saying fuck it and pulling her behind a tree so I could sink inside her again.

“Get upstairs. We need a shower, then I need to eat your pussy until you come on my face,” I tell her as she slips through the doorway.

“You have a way with words, husband,” she replies with sarcasm heavy in her tone.

“I have a way with my tongue too, wife.” My hand comes down on her delectable ass, and she yelps in surprise. Her gaze meets mine, and she gives me that death stare that turned me the fuck on the first time I saw it at her parents’ house. This time, though, there’s something else in her eyes. It’s desire and excitement and maybe a little apprehension, as if she doesn’t know what to expect with this new turn of events. That makes two of us, but I figure the answers will come eventually. The only thing that matters to me in this particular moment is seeing her spread out on my sheets, wearing nothing as I take my time getting to know every inch of her body. I wasn’t fucking kidding when I said I had a multitude of fantasies about every which way I was going to have her. The first is going to be in my shower with me on my knees eating her wet cunt.

We head up the stairs, and Alessia turns toward her door and begins to walk inside before I grasp her arm and whirl her around.

“Where the hell are you going?” I ask.

“To take a shower?” Her confusion would be cute if I wasn’t so damn wound up.

“You’re going to the wrong room. When I said shower, I meant my shower. When I say bed, I mean my bed, and when I say I’m going to play out every fucking fantasy I’ve had of you these last weeks, I mean that too.”

“Finn, all of my shampoo and things are in my shower already.” Her reasoning for wanting to go to her shower doesn't deter me in the least.

“I have all that shit in my shower, Alessia.”

She opens her mouth to protest, so I do the only sensible thing I can think of and bend at the waist, wrapping my arms around her thighs before I throw her over my shoulder.

“Finn! Are you fucking insane?” she screeches.

“You should have listened to me,” I reply as my hand lays a resounding slap against her ass.

I take several long strides into my room, slamming the door before I carry her to my shower and deposit her inside.

“You’re such a fucking caveman,” she huffs out.

“Role-play. I like it.” My lips quirk up in a smirk as I throw her a wink.

Alessia glares at me, but there’s no real heat behind it. She looks around the large shower stall with dual heads and dark-gray tile, mimicking river rock. Her eyes widen when she spots bottles of the same shampoo and conditioner she uses on the shelf. Then her gaze travels to mine, a question in her expression.

“I like the way your hair smells,” is all I say before kneeling in front of her and tapping her foot. She lifts it, and I take off her running shoe and her sock before I move to her other foot and do the same.

“That’s not stalkerish at all,” she jokes, but when I stand to my full height and rip my shirt over my head, any further words or arguments she has die on her lips. It’s similar to the look she gave me this morning in the kitchen, and I fucking preen like a goddamn peacock under her appreciative stare.

“Your turn.” I point to her shirt, and the little minx tilts her lips in a small smile before lifting it over her head, bra and all, and throwing her top over my head.

This is the first moment I’ve seen my wife fully topless. My eyes drink up her round breasts and all the smooth tan skin on display. I no longer have to imagine what color her perfect dusty-rose nipples are that are pointed into tight buds, begging for my mouth.

I grab Alessia around the waist, slamming her body to mine and feeling all of her curves against my naked chest. My hand loops in her hair, and I yank her head back, tipping her head up so I can smash my mouth to hers. The kiss is raw and desperate, our tongues battling for dominance. Her small hands claw at my back, and she digs her nails into my skin, which elicits a low growl from deep within my chest.

Fuck, I love a woman who gives as good as she gets.

I slap my hand on the shower valve and turn it on. Alessia lets out a squeak as cold water pours over us, but it quickly heats to the perfect temperature.

My lips trail down the column of her long neck, biting and sucking on the wet skin. My mouth finds her hard nipple, and I release the grip I have on her hair before plumping her breast in my hand and biting down hard on the bud in my mouth. Alessia lets out a loud moan as her fingers dig into my scalp, pulling the short strands. Her skin is sweet and warm from the steam of the shower, and a feral groan escapes me as I feast on her full tits. Fuck, I’ve thought about this, pleasured myself with images of this very thing over and over, but no matter how many times I imagined us in this position, it’s nothing compared to the real thing.

“That feels so good, Finn.”

A smile crosses my lips and I look up to find her eyes on me. Sinking to my knees, I trail both hands down her flat stomach to the waist of her shorts and roll them over her ass and down her toned legs. She lifts one foot at a time so I can remove the offending material completely before tossing it outside the shower stall.

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