Page 19 of Chasing his Ex

“I won’t ask. But if you ever want to talk about it, I can be there if you want me to be.”

His arms wrap around my waist, his head slowly dips before resting on my shoulder. He stays this way, silent, contemplating, wanting to say something but not daring or not wanting.

His hands caress my back, tracing each bump of my spine. I close my eyes, nestle into him. A sweet moment, just like the past.

“It was always supposed to be us,” Finn says. “You shouldn’t have left me.”

“And you should have explained rather than get angry with me. You told me you hated me,” I say.

He kisses my neck, my hand rests gently on his head. It’s as though he needs the closeness but doesn’t want to talk anymore. His mouth covers the distance from my neck to my lips in a flash.

Unzipping the skirt I’ve only just put back on, he pushes the fabric over my hips. “Let me be close to you.”

Our eyes meet as his fingers slowly trace over the lace of my panties.

Slowly, his fingers slide under the hem as he kisses me again. Carefully stroking my skin until his finger reaches my clit. I writhe against him as his finger tempts me.

I gasp into his mouth as one finger penetrates me while the pad of his palm nudges at my clit. Between his finger, hand, and his tongue in my mouth, I’m on the edge of an orgasm, and it’ll be the quickest of my life.

“Finn...” His name leaves my mouth in a gasp as he walks us slowly to the bedroom, pushing me onto the bed.

His eyes are on mines as his large hands open my thighs, moving my panties to one side and he presses one kiss against my pussy. I want more of him, need to feel him again, to hear him grunt, to see his face screwing up with pleasure like I remember. But he pulls away and kisses down my legs, away from the place he had taken me near to climax.

“Beg for it, Ava. Beg for me to be inside you.”

His rough stubble scratches against my skin as his tongue slides back up my thigh, and I want more.

“Please,” I whisper.

He smiles against my thigh before his tongue probes the most intimate part of me, jolting me with shock.

His touch causes my insides to flutter.

“Finn,” I cry out.

My fingers spread over his head before I pull on the strands. I'm moaning with each stroke of the tip of his tongue as it massages inside me. His thumb circles my clit, and just as I convulse, he wraps his hands around my thighs, opening them further for him to explore.

“I want you,” he says. His eyes flash with need. “I know you want me too.”

I groan. It’s almost too much. My body responds to his confidence. My pussy clenches, wanting so much more. “I do.”

He drags off my underwear and kneels between my open thighs, gazing appreciatively at my body.

“Please,” I beg again.

“How much do you want me? Was it always me?” His fingers massage my clit, unrelenting.

“Do you have a condom?” I breathe.

“Did you make Jameson wear a condom?” he huffs.

“I never had sex with him,” I admit.

“Oh. Everyone else?” he pushes.

“Everyone? Do you think I’ve had a load of lovers?” I push him away.

“I just need to know,” he demands.

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