Page 50 of Burn It Down
For hours after I took that beautiful camera off the tripod, I shot. Skylines and landscapes. The snow covering the bridges that were quiet tonight. The icy lake beside us. Finn posing beneath the tree, watching me with light in his crystal blue eyes.
I loved him, and I loved these moments. More than the intense, hot moments up against his door or pinned to his floor. Sneaking into bathrooms or balconies. This right here, just us together because we could be. Because we wanted to be.
“This is amazing. Why?” I set the camera, a nifty Nikon D5500, gently at my hip to tilt my head at him.
“You see the world differently than anyone I know. You love to read about other worlds, other lives. But you love yours. This one. Maybe you still finish your English major. Who cares if you don’t? When you take photos, you take a moment of how you see the world, and it’s fucking beautiful. I want you to do what you love. Only what you love.” I lifted the camera to my face and snapped the look on his beautiful face when he said that.
“Thank you. Finn…it’s…it’s beautiful.” Finn smiled, bright and toothy, nodding towards me.
“It is pretty spectacular to watch you.” It was getting late, but he seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was.
Still. my fingers were numb, and I knew my face was flushed so I packed the camera away. My hand swiped over it lovingly, resting in the black bag with the tripod and the dozens of accessories he had filled it with.
Finn bent to hook the bag over his shoulder, and then he tucked me into him. Leading me back to the blazer, he was quiet. Smiling and content, but quiet. I was antsy and hungry, and not for food. Though we had skipped food and had been out in the cold for hours.
“Hungry, Sweetheart?” Finn wondered the moment he had the car going.
“Starved.” I answered without hesitation, winning a knowing smirk from him.
Finn winked at me and let the old beat up blazer warm up. The air between us crackled, and I could feel myself heat up faster than the truck.
I missed the feel of him against me, the weight of his hands on my skin. I know he said he wanted to do it right, but I wasn’t sure this was wrong. Before he could slide the shifter into reverse, I climbed over it and straddled his lap.
“Gigi…. we don’t...” My fingers had woven in his thick hair, and I tugged once.
“Shh,” I placed my lips against his without pressure, “I hold the keys, yes?” My hips rocked against him, his cock hard against my center, both of us needy.
“Yes. To every fucking part of me, Sweetheart. I want you so fucking bad, but…it isn’t about just that for me. You know that, right?” Finn sounded anxious, a little panicked even, and I tugged gently at his hair again.
“It’s more than this for me too. It’s everything, Finn.” My eyes closed as my forehead touched to his, both of us breathing heavy.
“Everything, Sweetheart. I did keep you hot for me all day, huh? Kept your hands away from my pussy like a good girl, didn’t you?” Just like that, his voice was honey pouring over me, his hands at my hips, cock grinding into me.
“Yes. Yes. I need you. Please.” By now the truck felt sweltering, and I started to yank up his shirt, needing to touch his skin.
“Ah, ah ah. Car fucking etiquette, baby. Get this ass in the backseat.” Finn lifted me off his lap and gave a swat at my backside as I scrambled over the console.
Moments later, car still running, he was struggling to climb back too. I almost laughed because the car was not made for a man his size. The leather bench seat was cool on my skin when he pinned me down at last, shoving my sweater up.
Finn’s warm hands made my body bow up off the seat, my breath catching. Quickly, his hands shoved my sweater off, then my jeans down. I squirmed against the weight of his stare as he knelt between my legs.
“You’re so fucking perfect. Don’t move.” Finn reached towards the floorboard and came back with the camera.
“Finn. No.” I flushed as he hushed me, flattening his huge hand to my belly.
“Yes, Sweetheart. Lie still for me.” My arms were above my head, my back arched up off the seat and legs tangled with his.
Finn aimed and shot. Then his hand skimmed over my hip, up my belly, and between my breasts. I was quivering, but I was anything but cold. My eyes watched him as he wrapped his hand around my throat, my body arching to the touch.
Another click of the camera. Then he whispered his callused hand over my shoulders, burning a path of pleasure, and my bra fell away. I gasped and he growled, taking another snap.
“Nothing’s as sexy as watching you get hot for me. Nothing else. We use to tease you because you flush so easy. When I make you hot, you don’t flush the same. It’s pink and spreads over your perfect tits and makes me hard as fuck,” Finn tugged my hand to cover his jean covered arousal, “because I turn you on, I get turned on. Look at me, Sweet Girl.” My eyes flew up to his face, hidden partially by the camera as he clicked again.
“Finn! No one can see these.” I didn’t feel shy or embarrassed, really; Finn was looking at me like a piece of art, and I felt like one.
“Mmm…no these are just for me. For you too, Sweetheart. For you to see how fucking gorgeous you are when you’re hot for me. Only me. These need to go.” Finn hooked a hand in my lacy pants and tore them off. I lost more panties to his impatience.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect, Gigi. Spread your legs for me. Good girl. Let me look at you.” Finn sat back on his heels for a moment, the air electric and hot between us.
