Page 60 of A Touch Charmed

He smirked and tugged on the sides of my underwear, pulling them down to my ankles. With deliciously rough hands, he pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing me to the night air. Awe touched his expression as he took me in. “You’re so beautiful.”

My body hummed with pleasure as he pushed two fingers into the dampness at my center. He kissed me as he drove his fingers deeper. I couldn’t do more than whimper.

I tugged on the hem of his shirt. “This has to go.”

He pulled it over his head and tossed it on the floor. My mouth watered as I took in the hard planes of muscle, the ridges in his abs. I ran a finger down the trail of hair under his belly button and hooked it into his pants. He placed his hands on either side of my hips.

His arms would’ve made Renaissance sculptors weep. I kissed his bicep, his shoulder, his collarbone, and I licked my way across his chest. He was warm and solid and mine.

With his speed power in play, he had me fully naked in a blink. He brushed back my hair and tugged on my earlobe with his teeth. Cupping my breasts, he rolled my nipples between his thumbs and fingers, pinching and soothing them with gentle fingers.

“Open those beautiful legs more for me, I need to taste you.”

I didn’t hesitate. He got on his knees and nudged me with his nose, taking a deep breath, before diving in full force. I had to grip the edge of the counter to keep myself from falling off. As he worked my body, making it burn in the way only he could, the moan I’d been trying to hold back escaped. I gripped his head as he sucked on my clit.

“I love how wet this pussy gets for me.” He pushed my legs further apart and swirled his tongue over the tight bud at my center. “You taste so fucking good. I could do this every minute of every day for the rest of my life.”

My body quivered as I let out another moan.

“That’s it.” He kissed the inside of my thigh as he pumped his fingers harder into me. “Give it to me. Let me feel it when you let go.”

My legs shook as everything clenched. My inner walls hugged his fingers tighter. A bright fire curled my toes, setting off sparks of pleasure as the orgasm burned through me. It spread through every one of my nerves. I screamed out his name as I dug my nails into his head. His tongue stroked me harder, working me through the last of my tremors.

He built me back up toward another peak. “I never get tired of watching you fall apart. Give me another one, gorgeous. I know you’ve got it.”

I thought I’d been wrung out, but the way he touched me pushed me right over the edge again. I’d barely come down from the first. “I’m coming again. Oh, God.”

As I came back down, he gave me a soft kiss. “You were right. I’ll never be able to make a sandwich in front of polite company again.”

I let out a laugh and he hoisted me around his waist to carry me to the bedroom. As soon as my back hit the bed, he stood over me, his gaze drinking me in as if he wanted to memorize every one of my dips and curves. His pupils flared, and a thrill raced up my spine.

I sat up and unbuttoned his pants. As I pushed them down with his briefs, his erection sprung free. He was so hard and sleek. I licked my lips. A bead of pre-cum appeared, and I took him in my mouth, rolling my tongue around his head.

“Holy fuck.” His eyes clouded as his fingers plunged into my hair.

I gave his shaft a few long strokes with my mouth, then released him. He crawled over me and settled between my legs. The weight of him pressed my back against the mattress. He held himself, circling the tip of his cock around my clit.

He kissed me and his deep, satisfied groan vibrated against my mouth and traveled down my spine as he slid into me. My body stretched to accommodate his size. Heat poured through me. He paused for a few seconds, then he thrust hard enough to back me up a few inches.

“Finn.” He felt so good I was ready to burst out of my skin.

“You are beyond gorgeous.” He continued to move inside me, each long stroke bringing me higher and higher. He kissed me as he rolled his hips. “Do you like that?”

“Yes.” My breath came out in short gasps as I clenched around him. “Don’t stop.”

The way he moved hit the exact spot that threatened to ruin me. Sweat slicked our skin as he pumped faster, sending us both climbing toward the edge. “Fuck, I’m close.”

I put my hand on his chest and flipped us over. It felt so good, I wasn’t ready for it to end. Not yet. I rubbed my clit against him before I guided him into me.

At first, I started off slow, but my body wanted more, harder, faster. I slammed my hands into the mattress and worked my hips until my vision clouded. My legs trembled. He palmed my breasts, pinching my nipples between his teeth.

Each stroke brought me higher. Almost there.

“Come for me.” His neck strained as he fought his own orgasm. “Let me feel it. I can’t hold out when you ride my cock like that.”

He put his hand between us and rubbed my clit. That was all it took. With one slick stroke of his fingers, I cried out as I pulsed around him. My orgasm rolled over me in waves, threatening to drag me under. He pulled me against him and pumped into me with his own release. This one left me loose and warm and my fingertips tingling.

I collapsed on his chest, breathing hard. My bones felt like jelly. The rest of me was liquid. He’d have to pour me in a jar and carry me back to Wes and Audrey’s house. There was no way I could move on my own.

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