Page 102 of When The Rain Falls

“Babe?” He tips my chin to his face and pulls my face closer. I can see the swirl of grey in his eyes and the faint stubble across his jaw. I give him a watery smile.

“Get on my lap and thank me properly,” he whispers.

“Yes,Daddy,” I whisper right before I press my mouth to his. I set the paperwork down and ease myself onto his lap, facing him. He’s already hard, straining against his joggers.

I pull the blanket over my shoulders and drape it around us. We’re nestled in a cocoon of body heat and hunger as Finn sways the swing gently beneath us. Finn’s hands slide into the back of my jeans and he cups my cheeks in his rough palms.

“Are you wearing panties?” he asks, his hands sliding along my waist, searching for a band.

“Why, so you can just tear them off?” I tease. “Do you know how much a nice thong costs?”

His face falls into a naughty grin as he raises an eyebrow. “I’d be more than happy to buy you panties, baby, so long as you let me tear them off you.” He kisses the base of my neck at the shoulder, pulling me deeper into him. His mouth travels up the side of my neck, causing my body to break out into hot, shameless tingles. He gets to my ear and lands a gentle bite on my earlobe. His kisses wreak havoc to the space between my thighs where I’m growing heated and wet.

I lock eyes with him as I ease off his lap and stand up. He watches, spellbound, as I unzip my pants and slide them down my legs before stepping out of them. His mouth all but falls open as I slide my shirt off. I unclasp my bra and drop it ceremoniously to the floor. And I’m completely bare. Cloaked in the cool night air. A breeze flirting across every inch of my skin. Finn’s attention is suspended on my body. And it’s absolutely freeing.

Suddenly, Finn snaps out of it. “Aimee, fuck.” Finn looks behind me to check the windows into the house. “Goddammit, you can’t just strip down naked in my backyard. Are you insane?” He wraps the blanket around me and holds it in place.

“Yes,” I tell him. “I’m insane, bear. I’m insane for you.” I settle back down on his lap as Finn keeps the blanket wrapped tightly around me. I grip the edges and bring him into the blanket with me. And then it’s my bare skin against his soft joggers, which are tenting hard beneath me. My nipples teasinghis face. And my hands sliding under his shirt and up the delicious, muscular curves of his chest.

I bring my head to his and whisper in his ear, “I want you, bear.” I keep my voice low so that it doesn’t travel past our faces. “Right now. Like this.” The swing keeps swaying softly as Finn’s hands find the curve of my waist and the curve of one breast at the same time. He flicks a thumb across my nipple.

“Aimee…” The hand travels from my waist to my thigh and I feel his fingers dig in. “I need more time.”

“You don’t need more time. You just need to stop thinking. It’s just like the other morning. I promise, you’re safe.” I know it’s all just in his head. And I think I know how to help him. I need to fill his head with something else. “Turn off the worries,” I whisper. “Just be here with me.” I guide myself onto him, where he’s rock-hard and even thicker than I remember. His desire is unmistakable. Heady, potent, intoxicating. I free him from the layers that separate us. I grip the head of his cock and slowly roll my wrist down the length of him, his extra flesh sliding down with my hands.

I’m filled with longing to take him in. All the way. My pussy aches for him. I feel myself growing hot and wet. As I stroke him, I imagine what it would feel like to ride him. To be filled with him. When his breathing quickens, his eyes fall closed, and his head tips back, I guide him to my entrance. That’s when he jolts back to attention and we lock eyes. There’s a hint of fear there. In his eyes. As his pupils shrink and his brow furrows.

“It’s ok,” I soothe him. But when the fear doesn’t leave his face, I release my grip and use the weight of my body to rock over his cock. I try to satisfy my desire by grinding against him. But it only makes me want more. His hands find my ass, his fingertips dig in, and he grips me like he’s hanging from a twenty-story building.

I want to brush away the fear. To make him feel safe. To guide him out of the darkness in his head. To give him what he’s given me, the sweet and simple feeling of being cherished.

Is this what they mean bylove?

“Don’t think about it,” I tell him. “If you need to think, think about my lips,” I suggest. “What do they feel like?” I take his mouth into mine, exploring the crease of his lips with my tongue, and when I pull back, I run my teeth across his skin. I feel his cock jolt beneath me.

“Warm,” he says. “Tender.” His hands are running up my back and they slide past my waist, finding their way to my shoulders. Greedy fingers grasp at the ends of my hair as he presses me forward and steals another kiss. I clutch his shirt in my hands and hold on for dear life. Because this kiss is powerful. Full of pent-up desire and need. I bring my hips down lower. His tip is at my entrance and I’m aching for him to fill me. But not yet.

I tug his shirt up and he helps me pull it off. I take in his muscular chest. He’s broad and thick. And his body is real. Strong. Sculpted from life. I brush my hands across the light smattering of hair across his front, admiring the grey that’s blended in with the dark brown. “What do my hands feel like?” I ask, running my palms up his torso, over every contour of him, until I’m cupping his pecs and flicking his hardened nipples.

“Darling.” His breathing is relaxed and easy now. His grip, less desperate. “When you touch me, it feels like a promise and a confession in one.” That response makes my insides go dizzy. Because he’s right. My touch carries a promise. A promise to hold all his broken pieces together. It also speaks the deepest confession of my heart right now. I want him. I want him to be the first permanent thing in my life.Him.The only person who believes I can be more than I am.

“I do promise,” I whisper, brushing my lips against his. “I told you before. I’m not leaving.”

I slide my hand back down his abdomen, down the trail of hair that leads me back to where he’s hard and thick. I take him back into my hand and stroke him softly, admiring how he fills my palm. “Think about this,” I tell him as he groans into the back of his throat. “Think about how my hands feel on your cock.” I whisper.

His only response is a sharpening of breath.

“Kiss me,” I urge. As his lips tangle with mine, hungry and distracted, I settle myself over him again. I find his tip with my entrance and slowly bring him into me.

He grabs the back of my neck and presses our foreheads together. His eyes pin on mine and the way he locks my gaze tells me that I’m the only thing he sees. The muscles around his lids relax. A swallow bobs his throat. And all I can hear is his heavy breathing.

“See? There’s just us,” I whimper. “There’s just now.” My body clenches tightly as I slide farther and farther. His cock spreads me apart as he fills me.

“How do I feel now, bear?” I gasp out. And I can barely hear his response because my consciousness is growing dizzy with pleasure.

“Goddamn. You feel like mine, darling,” he grunts out.

With one final jolt, I take him all the way. To his base. And his deep groans mingle with my sharp gasping. And then I can’t speak anymore. The feel of his length and his thickness buried deep inside me shocks me with pleasure so strong that I can’t form words or thoughts. With each bounce, the force of him driving into me presses out moan after moan, each one hungrier and needier than the last.

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