Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 132834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
My dress was still on, technically, but I was naked everywhere it counted. For once, my sensible, practical side didn’t have a damn thing to say. This was where I’d wanted to be ever since that kiss a month before.
No. I was a liar.
This was where I’d wanted to be ever since that first kiss when I was still a teenager.
I wanted to be exactly where I was, spread out on this counter, desperate for Finn Sawyer. I could think about reality later. I wanted to reach out, to fumble with his buttons, zippers, his belt, to get rid of whatever was in my way. With my arms trapped by the dress, it wasn’t happening. I squirmed, needing him too badly to care that he knew how much I wanted him.
Finn switched to my other breast, squeezing, tasting, nipping at my hard nipple then soothing the spark of pain with gentle, rhythmic suction. I couldn’t take it anymore. He was trying to kill me. This was his revenge for whatever he’d always disliked about me. It had to be revenge, because he was teasing and teasing, and I just wanted—
“Please, please, Finn. Please.” I didn’t need to say what I was asking for. He knew. The bastard waited, teasing me a little longer. Finally, finally, he slid the hand that had torn off my panties up the outside of my thigh, tracing his fingers to my belly button with a feather-light touch, down between my legs, stroking over my clit, then back to cup my ass.
“Finn, you asshole,” I didn’t care that I was begging. I needed that light, teasing touch back on my clit where it belonged.
He chuckled, nuzzling between my full breasts, his breath hot on my skin, the scruff on his face the sweetest abrasion. “You want me to fuck you, Savannah? Because if you don’t, now’s the time to let me know.”
“Yes, goddammit. Yes. Please, Finn.” I could hate myself for begging later. Maybe. In that moment I would have done anything. I couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone as badly as I needed Finn Sawyer inside me. Like I needed air. Like I needed my heart to beat. His fingertips moved between my lower lips, finding slick heat.
One long finger pressed inside, stretching me more than I would have thought. It had been a long time. Way too long since I’d had anything other than my own fingers inside me, and I don’t know if anything had ever felt so good.
Finn’s finger withdrew, pulling a moan from me as it moved. My breath caught, head spinning as he replaced his finger with the blunt head of his cock. Yes. This was what I wanted. I knew it, but I hadn’t guessed that Finn Sawyer's cock would feel like the best, most perfect thing in the world, pushing inside, filling me inch by inch.
The stretch was almost too much, burning as he slowly moved deeper. That burn was painful, yet so sweet and luscious I had to have more. I rolled my hips into him, the pain spinning into pure pleasure.
His lips found mine in a graze of a kiss, so light all I wanted was another kiss. His mouth was at my ear, his voice a growl. “Savannah, fuck, you feel so good.” He jerked his hips in a hard thrust, and another, and I was so full of Finn.
Tilting my hips, I wrapped my legs around his waist and rocked into him. “Finn.” It came out on a gasp, all I could say. My brain had shorted out completely. My body glowed with sensation. Everywhere he touched, I was alight, my breasts full and swollen, my pussy so full and slick. The push and pull of his cock inside me had me seeing stars. Every time he filled me and thrust into my clit, I cried out, a whimpering moan I’d never heard before. What was he doing to me? I couldn’t do anything but fuck him back and try to breathe.
“Savannah, fuck, you’re— I—” He gave up, kissing me instead, his mouth hungry and demanding, an anchor holding us in place. Slipping one hand between our bodies, he pressed his thumb into my clit in a firm swirl.
I exploded, screaming, a primal sound of violent joy tearing through my body. This was so much more than an orgasm. So much more than sex. This came from the marrow of my bones, from the deepest part of me. It was everything.
Finn jerked against me, going stiff, the rhythm of his hips uneven as he collapsed over me with a cry as primal as my own.
He stilled, except for his hips, still rocking in the slightest movement, his chest heaving for breath along with my own. An eon later, he stirred, his lips moving along my jaw, leaving feathery kisses in their wake, his breath harsh in my ear, my own breath just as rough.