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But Finn wasn't interested in giving me an orgasm.
Oh, no.
No, the bastard just wanted to torture me, driving me up again and again but pulling back just when I was going to finally get some relief.
"Finn," I whimpered, the sound really close to an actual cry. That was how overwhelmed, how desperate I was feeling right that minute. "Take me upstairs," I added, fingers sinking into his hair, trying to drag him back up, get him to lift me, and take me up to my bed where I knew we'd have the protection we needed. Because I was sure I wasn't going to get any relief from the clawing within until I felt him inside of me.
On a growl, he grabbed me around my hips, pulling me against his body, where I felt the hard proof of his own desire pressing against my lower stomach as he held me against him, walked us up the stairs, and into my bedroom.
He paused for just long enough to kick the door closed before bringing me to the bed, and lowering me down on the mattress.
He left me, though, to stand off the side of the bed, removing his clothes as I watched with greedy eyes.
It wasn't until he was bunching up his shirt in his hand that he paused. "Shit," he said, shaking his head.
"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up. Which put me face-to-face with a pretty impressive scar just above his left hipbone.
"We can't."
"Why can't we?" I asked, having to force my gaze to lift. When it did, I found him looking down at me with a brow raised. "Oh, right. Well," I said, shooting him a wicked smile. "Luckily for you, I am a modern woman who isn't embarrassed to purchase her own contraceptives," I told him, reaching into the nightstand to produce a condom.
"Thank fuck," he said, hissing out his breath as he reached to take the condom from me.
With that, he slid on the condom, then climbed into the bed, grabbing me, but not situating me on his lap like I'd been expecting, like I so desperately needed.
No, instead, he moved flat, and patted the space beside his ear.
"Nuh-uh," I said, trying to move away. "I'll suffocate you," I objected.
"Well, I'd die happy," he declared, grabbing me, and pulling me into position, then yanking me down when I hovered.
Then, well, all thoughts of objection slipped away as his tongue started working me again.
He wasn't wasting any time, though, driving me up as fast as possible, but once again pulling away when I was close.
"No," I shrieked as he pulled me away, as he moved to sit upright.
"Shh," he murmured, situating me on his lap. Reaching between us, he slid his cock down my cleft, pressing against the entrance to my body, waiting for me to make the final move. "You can come with me inside you," he said as I started to take him in, making me clench around him, a sensation that had his breath hissing out as his fingers curled into my hips.
I had absolutely no objections to his plan, so I leaned forward, claimed his lips, and started to ride him.
There was no time for slow and sweet.
We were both too far gone, too needy.
One of Finn's hands went behind my neck as the other slipped between my thighs, engaging my clit, pushing me closer to that edge even faster than before.
"Come, Poppy," Finn demanded, voice rough, as he started to thrust up into me as I moved my hips in circles. "Come," he growled, thrusting hard.
And just like that, I did.
The orgasm ripped through my body. Ripped. That was the only way to put it. It was almost painful. I felt like there were little pieces of me fluttering around.
I felt pulled apart as I fell forward, my face buried in Finn's neck, my body a mass of useless bones and muscles on top of him.
When I finally felt aware of my body again, one of Finn's arms was anchored across my lower back. The other hand was casually, sweetly, sifting through the strands of my hair.
"I need to get up," he murmured, voice softer, a warm caress across my nerve endings.
"I can't think of a single good reason that would be necessary. Fine," I grumbled when he patted my ass. "Give me a shove," I demanded when my body didn't obey my commands to move.
To that, a laugh rumbled through Finn and into me before he rolled us both onto our sides, pausing to press a soft kiss to my lips, and then getting up and walking out of the bedroom.
And this man, when he came back just a few moments later, brought me another coffee.
If I was the type to make such reckless declarations, I'd have said I was going to marry this guy.
