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“Are you going to come for me, Lexie?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Good.” Then, he grips my chin and turns my head to pull me in for an earth-shattering kiss. His tongue moves at the same rhythm as his fingers, and his free hand remains on my chin and neck, making me feel protected and cherished.
The pressure between my legs is too much, but I continue rubbing myself until finally, my core starts clenching and I moan into Finn’s mouth as my hips buck from the couch.
“Shh,” he says before kissing me again, his hand never letting go of me, letting me reach the full length of my orgasm. It feels like it’s never going to stop until finally, I pull my and Finn’s hands away, too sensitive to even think about continuing a second longer.
“I was right,” Finn says as he removes his hand from my shorts.
“Hmm?”
“You do look fucking gorgeous when you come.”
I burst out laughing, but stop when I see him bring his fingers to his mouth and suck them clean. The sight makes my throat dry at the same time as it makes me want to go at it once more.
“Perfect,” he says. Then, he pulls me to him, hugging me close as he rubs my shoulders and back for what feels like forever. It’s rare that Finn’s quiet, and I’m not sure whether I should take it as a good sign or a bad one.
Lifting my head up so I can meet his eyes, I say, “What are you thinking about?”
He gives me the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen. “How I can’t wait to do that again.”
Chapter 32
Finn
“Ican’tbelieveyouknow how to do this.”
“Who do you take me for?” I ask.
“Notsomeone who can do crown braids like an expert.”
“I’m full of surprises,” I say, then press a kiss to the back of her neck. She arches into the touch, always wanting more.
That girl gives me every reason to feel like a smug bastard.
It’s been a week since we finally gave in to our urges, yet every time I get to kiss her, to touch her, it feels brand new.
We’ve been taking it slow. If I’m being honest, this is as slow as I’ve ever been with anyone, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Taking each thing step by step allows me to appreciate them so much more. Every new opportunity I get to discover her body and make her see how sex can be a positive experience makes me so damn happy. I can’t erase all the fucked up things that were done to her, but I can make sure the only thing she feels from now on is pleasure.
Lexie giggles in my arms. “You’re going to mess up all your hard work.”
“I’ll make you another one later,” I say as I completely let go of the short hair I’d braided almost all the way around her head and flip her over so she’s lying on her back, the white pillows on my bed crowding her. After we woke up, I didn’t care to make the bed since I knew that after making her breakfast, I’d be dragging her back in here, maybe make her come once or twice more.
I’m a man of my word.
She’s wearing my T-shirt—onlymy T-shirt—and I never would’ve thought a white undershirt could be this hot until now.
I drag my hands down her chest until I reach the hem of the shirt, then slowly glide them up her tight belly. She squirms under me, something I’ve come to gather as a sign that she really likes something. I go higher and higher, my thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts, and just as I get to her nipples, she shifts us so I’m on my back and she’s straddling me.
“You’ve given me too much already,” she says, the braid starting to unravel, hair falling over her shoulders. Her mouth is quirked into the cutest of smiles as she rubs a hand on my naked chest, callouses scratching at my skin in the best way. “I think it’s only fair I return the favor, no?”
I groan as she rubs her middle on my already-hard cock, then lowers herself so that she’s seated on top of my thighs, her mouth coming dangerously close to the tent in my boxers.
Fuck me.
I’m not sure whether I should stop her and ask her to wait some more, but at the same time, Lexie’s a big girl. If she does something, it’s because she wants to.
