Page 73 of Songbird
“To make me pretty,” I reply matter-of-factly.
He scoffs as he opens the bottle and releases a few drops into his palm. He rubs his hands together, warming the oil, and I wait with amusement for him to apply it to his own skin. Instead, he reaches inside my open shirt and cups my breast, massaging the oil into me, tugging at my nipples until they’re peaked and tingling.
“Found a better use for it,” he murmurs, studying the play of his hands on my body in our reflection. “I don’t care how much it costs. There’s no way this stuff can improve on perfect.”
I drop my head back onto his chest, fighting the rising lust even as I reach behind me and wrap my fingers around his length. Finn sucks in a breath and closes his eyes, the roped muscles in his shoulders tensing, and I drag my lip through my teeth.
“Before we get too carried away,” I say, “I want to tell you how handsome you looked in that suit today.”
He hums. “Felt like a fucking idiot.”
“What?” I swallow and try to concentrate as his hands play over my breasts, my fingers brushing up and down his cock. “Why?”
“I’m not comfortable in suits,” he says.
“But you could be.”
Finn’s eyes narrow, his focus on what we’re doing in the mirror, but some other thought passes over his brow. “Maybe. If they make them a little looser.”
I smile and tighten my fist around him. “You’re a big man, Finn. There’s no hiding that, no matter what you wear.”
He growls and drops his head to my neck, sucking lightly as his hands move down my torso. His palms are slick with oil, slipping past my navel and over my hips, fingertips digging into the bones like handles. He shifts his pelvis until his cock nudges my ass, and I instinctively widen my legs to make room for him.
“It’s been a long day,” I say, breath coming faster.
“It has.”
“And we haven’t had much time to talk.”
“Talk about what?” He rolls his hips against me, and I moan. “Because right now I’m debating whether I’m going to drop to my knees and eat you from behind or fold you over this vanity and fuck you until you see stars. But that can wait, Songbird. Just say the word.”
Oh, God. I release him so I can grip the edge of the counter, giving in to the wet ache between my legs and the weakness that buckles my knees. Finn smirks again as he snakes his hand around to my pussy, and we both watch as his fingers skate closer to my thighs.
I moan at the same time I stretch up on my toes, back arching and ass lifting as invitation. Finn’s large hand retreats, only tofind a place at the base of my spine. He rests it there, but the fire in his gaze makes me desperate for a little pressure, pushing me down and opening me wide. I spread my legs a little more, and Finn runs his thumb down the top of my ass.
“I love you, Finn,” I tell him, letting my eyes drift almost closed as my thoughts float away then reassemble in my mind. “I wanted to say those words a thousand times today. I love you and seeing you in that suit made me realize how hard and fast the world is going to fall for you too. I know it’s not what you’re used to, or even where you’re most comfortable, but I’m so grateful you’re here, and I can’t wait for everyone to know I’m yours.”
Finn blinks, his jaw feathers, and his fingers dig harder into my hips. His gaze remains firmly on my ass, eyes burning at the view of me arching toward him, and I’m not sure if the intensity in his expression is desperation to be inside me or because I said something wrong.
“I love you more, Rosie. You have no idea how much.” He runs his hot palm up my spine, curling his fingers over the curve of my neck and then turning my chin so he can kiss me deeply. “And that’s all I need. I don’t care about suits or spotlights when I have you.”
He means it as a throwaway, I’m sure, and my brain is too fogged with lust to pick it apart right now, but the idea of Finn existing in my shadow forever is a stone in my stomach. I don’t want that. I want to stand on stages and red carpets and river docks and living room rugs with him by my side. Me on his arm. The whole world aware of how wonderful and talented this man is and how important he is in my life. How important he is period.
But now is not the time to have that argument.
“Can I prove how much I love you, Songbird?” he asks. “Can I show you how hard it’s been for me to keep my mouth off you today?”
At my whimpering nod, he falls to the tiles behind me.
I gasp as he wraps his hands around my ankles and repositions them, spreading me open and burying his face between my thighs. The shock of his hot tongue licking at my pussy, the delicious friction of his finger on my clit, his tongue and his fingers fucking me with rough, desperate thrusts, has my legs shaking and my core contracting in just a few minutes. When my orgasm subsides, Finn stands with a satisfied grunt, and I tilt my hips as, with that big, strong hand against my back, he does what he promised and bends me over the counter.
I’m wet and swollen and ready, and he slides inside with no resistance. We both moan, me at the sensation of being so fully filled by him.
Finn looks down at where our bodies are joined, moving in and out of me with torturously slow thrusts that make me wiggle my hips and him sweat with the need to control himself.
“I wish you could see the way your pussy takes my dick, beautiful,” he whispers, and I stare at the mirror with aroused fascination as he spits on his cock then uses his hand to swirl it into the juices already coating us both. “It’s such a pretty sight to watch you sucking me in and letting me go over and over again. This pussy’s so fucking greedy for me, isn’t she?”
I moan quietly, unable to speak and entirely mesmerized by the man in the mirror with the filthy mouth and the feverish eyes that can’t look away from where our bodies are joined.
