Page 66 of It's Just You

I expected some sort of sassy or flirty comeback, but Finn didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he stepped closer and looked up into my eyes. “Thank you. But you’re not seeing this clearly, or you’d know you’re not the one lucky to be here. I am.”

Then he kissed me again, making it impossible to think at all.

It tooka long time for us to even make it into the living room. Finn suggested watching a movie, and I gladly agreed. Somehow, this evening felt like waiting for Christmas, when you knew something good would happen if you only waited for it. I wanted to get to it, to get the initial steps taken care of, but at the same time, I also wanted to enjoy our time spent together and enjoy this experience with him.

We settled on the couch close to each other while a movie played in the background. I had no idea which one it was, because he’d started kissing me before I’d even had the chance to see what he’d put on. So far, we hadn’t done much more than come up for air every few moments, then we went right back at it.

Finn’s hands managed to sneak up under my t-shirt, and my own hands explored his body as well — touching, feeling, exploring. Even though I’d seen and touched him before, it was still new, along with the desire burning in my body. It wasn’t overwhelming, and I had it under control, but it was definitely there.

The control might slip from my grasp once we made it to the bedroom, but for now, it was just a slow, sensual make out session.

Still, I was hard, and so was Finn. I couldn’t wait to feel his nude body against mine, for him to rub me and touch me and just… explore. I wanted to know everything about him, including what turned him on.

Finn moaned quietly when I discovered a sensitive spot behind his ear, and I kissed it again to earn another moan. Then I moved on to discover even more of those spots, even though I kept going back to the ones I’d found for a guaranteed response.

Since he was definitely the more experienced of the two of us, he knew what he was doing, and I trusted him to stop me if I did something wrong. It gave me the confidence to actually get bolder. “Bedroom?” I whispered.

He nodded eagerly, and we blindly stumbled from the living room up the stairs to his room. Once we were in there, we immediately went back to our exploration of each other. I touched his smooth, soft skin, and his nipples as they hardened into nubs, before I finally just pulled his shirt over his head.

“Okay?” I asked, panting.

He kissed me instead of answering, grabbing my shirt and yanking that off too.

I went back to his chest, kissing my way down. It was a little awkward, but he guided me to where he wanted me, right up until the point where I reached the waistband of his pants. I tried — and failed — to take Finn’s jeans off. They were tight as ever, making it impossible to easily slide them down his body. The man was sexy as fuck, but he really needed to start wearing something that made him more… accessible.

“Let me help.” Finn started to free himself from his jeans, revealing a slip of black fabric that might’ve passed for panties. It hugged his erection, keeping it out of sight, but I watched him as he shed his jeans completely.

I carefully touched his hard cock, brushing the cloth away to reveal his erection. It bobbed beneath my fingertips, getting them just a little bit wet from his precum. I licked my lips, wondering what he’d taste like.

“Go on. It’s all yours.” Finn grinned at me, his eyes sparkling.

I couldn’t get over how sexy he looked, how perfect his combination of fine, feminine panties and his hard shaft looked together. It probably shouldn’t have been that hot, but I couldn’t think about anything besides that it was so perfect, that I couldn’t think of anything that could be more arousing.

Well, I was proven wrong, because when I touched him, trailing my fingers over his hips and following the thin straps of his panties, I found they practically ended there. Fuck, his ass was completely bare.

“Finn…” I breathed, lost in staring at him even as my fingers continued exploring, finding a very, very thin strap that vanished between the middle of his cheeks, but nothing else.

“Hmm?” He just lay there, letting me take my time, and I loved it. Whatever he did — giving me time, taking over, helping me along — it always seemed like he knew what was best.

“I just… You’re so beautiful.”

“Right back at you, though I would pick a more masculine word for you.” His voice was teasing, light and carefree.

“Well, thanks.” I laughed quietly, then got down until my face was right at cock-height. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to take that tempting slick of arousal onto my tongue and taste him?

I closed my eyes, then slowly licked the head of his cock like it was a lollipop. He got silent again, not even seeming to breathe. I tasted him directly this time, the flavor of his precum on my tongue. He tasted different than I had, but it wasn’t bad. It was… good.

I licked my lips then took the head of his cock into my mouth again while my hand explored some more. I carefully wriggled into the tight panties, cupping his balls, then froze.

Piercings.

I’d completely forgotten about his teasing comment the last time, having been too distracted to think much on it, but now I’d found them. I hadn’t ventured to his ass before, so I’d completely missed the two small rings between his balls and his ass.

Finn shivered when I touched them, his whole body tensing. “Took you long enough to find those.”

“I must not be doing a good job, or you wouldn’t be able to speak.” I placed my lips around the top of his cock again, sucking at it and trying to apply the moves I’d read about online. My fingers moved on, playing gently with those rings — those two rings, placed in the most sensitive parts of his body — and making him moan and jerk. Even so, he was careful not to thrust into my mouth.

It let me explore the silken feeling of his skin more slowly, the way he moaned and tensed whenever I did something really right. When I licked around the crown, his fingers clutched my hair, hanging onto me like he never wanted to let me go. Like he wanted to keep me forever.

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