Page 19 of Finn

When I let go, her beautiful supple breasts spill out. Milky skin, pert pink nipples. I have to taste her.

Kissing my way down Sammie’s neck, I urge her to lean back farther on the sofa.

I sit up, and she wiggles out of her shirt and bra as she lies back.

I take the opportunity to admire how fucking hot she looks in just that tartan miniskirt and nothing else.

Well, she does still have on those black boy shorts.

And that gives me an idea—a horny, lusty one. I want those shorts gone so I can see her in just the skirt, legs open.

Fuck.

My dick twinges, and I whip my tee up and over my head.

I poise my body over hers, and she places one hand on my chest, just over my heart, and smiles up at me.

“Is this okay?” I whisper.

She nods, and I descend, instantly taking those luscious mounds into my mouth, first one, then the other.

I kiss and lick and suck, loving every second of it. She tastes fucking fantastic, like strawberries or something.

As I go to town, Sammie writhes beneath me, her breaths quickening.

She breathes out my name, and I move up to her mouth, lowering my body to hers. I want—no, Ineed—her skin pressed to mine.

We both let out a groan at the warm contact.

She scrapes her nails up my back, murmuring lustily, “You feel so good, Finn.”

“Babe, you do too.”

We still for a beat, and our eyes meet.

There’s that sadness again, and I feel comfortable enough now to ask, “What’s hurting you, Sammie? Do you want to stop?”

“No,no!” She closes her eyes and shakes her head. When she opens them, there’s a new determination there as she says, “I don’t want to stop, Finn. I want more. I wantyou.”

Fuck, I want her too.

Luckily, I have protection up in my bedroom.

So, nodding, I pick her up and carry her upstairs. She doesn’t ask where we’re going.

She just kisses my neck, my chest, as she plays with my hair.

Once we’re in my bedroom, I lay her down on my massive bed.

When I turn on the small lamp that’s on the nightstand, I ask, “Is this all right? Can we keep this on?”

She replies, “Uh-huh. I want to see, too, especially when you finally take off those damn jeans.”

This girl.

She grins, and I smile back.

Fuck, a woman after my own heart.

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