Page 92 of Twist of Fate
He pulls back, his breath ragged from our kiss. “I told myself I’d go slow and take my time. But I think I might lose my mind if I don’t have you naked in the next five seconds.”
“So demanding.”
“You have no idea.”
I reach back to undo the clasp of my bra, but he beats me to it. As he peels it from my body, allowing the pale blue fabric to drift away, his gaze turns feral.
I let out a gasp of surprise as I’m hoisted out of the water onto the pool ledge. He wedges his large body between my thighs. “Hips up,” he demands, and I see the look of pure lust fall over him as he slowly slides the last of my clothing down my legs. “I know it’s probably cold up there.” He pushes my knees further apart, exposing all of me to him as he runs a hand down my inner thigh. “But I’m gonna make you nice and warm in a second. Lean back, darlin’.”
I lean back on my elbows, watching him strip off his boxer briefs before I quickly start to sit up. His amused chuckle fills the air while a hand rests on my abdomen, holding me firmly in place.
Not fair. Not?—
“Shit!” His tongue finds my center, and I jolt. My back arches, and I let out a strangled gasp. The way he makes lazy circles over my clit over and over has me seeing stars that have nothing to do with the night sky above me. That hand on my stomach keeps me pinned as his mouth continues to do wicked things to my body.
I let out a string of garbled words. “Ohmyfuckinggod.”
He laughs, and I feel the vibrations of it in my core. I let out a moan, my head falling back as I surrender to every touch.
I don’t feel the cold at all.
He slips a finger deep inside me, then two, as his tongue continues to work its magic. I feel my stomach begin to flutter, and I wantonly reach for him, roughly fisting his hair as I grind against him. He groans, his movements becoming frantic, like he’s getting off on pleasuring me as much as I am.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs.
God, that’s hot.
Everything else disappears. Nothing else matters except the slick rhythm of his fingers, the sinful slide of his tongue, and the dirty words tumbling from his lips. When he pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks down hard, I explode, writhing and crying out my orgasm to the heavens.
Holy shit.
I really hope his mom’s sleeping pill is working, because I’m pretty sure I just woke up half of Ireland.
Before I have time to form a cohesive thought, Finn pulls me back into the warm water and into his arms. His mouth slams down on mine. I can taste myself on his tongue. My hands glide down his torso, up to his shoulders, and then to his back. I can’t stop touching him. I’ve waited so damn long to be able to do this; it almost doesn’t feel real.
“Hearing you scream my name is my new favorite thing,” he says with smug satisfaction. “I think we need an encore. Wrap your legs around me.”
I do, and it lines our bodies up perfectly, and I gasp when his cock brushes up against my still-sensitive core.
I stare into his pale green eyes, just for a moment, as it all hits me.
He’s finally mine. This isn’t a stolen kiss or a secret tryst. This is us choosing each other.
Even if only for a little while.
I grip his shoulders and watch him slowly fall apart as I reach between us, wrap my hand around him, stroking him once, twice. He groans. When I finally sink down, inch by inch, onto his hard cock, he’s practically shaking with need.
“Fuuuck,” he drags out, his head tilting back as he holds me. I am trying to be seductive, but the snail’s pace turns out to be kind of necessary because I need a second to adjust.
Finn is…large.
“You okay?” His voice is deeper, rougher, and, if possible, hotter.
“Yes,” I practically moan.
“Good,” he replies darkly as he pulls me closer and buries himself all the way to the hilt. I gasp. God, I can practically feel him in my womb. “Now, ride me, Ash.”
I’ve never been super confident when it comes to sex. It wasn’t that Theo made me feel bad about myself or my body. But he never went out of his way to make me feel good about myself.
