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His choice of words doesn’t escape me.
“Can I at least take my bra off?” I ask, not wanting to press the issue or make things awkward but knowing I won’t be able to get comfortable if I leave it on.
Instead of granting me permission, I feel Finn’s hand slide up my back. With expertise I didn’t realize he possessed, he releases the clasp of my bra with one hand, on his first attempt. My last boyfriend refused to take my bra off, saying that they were made to test a man’s patience.
He wasn’t a man. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t get it, or me, off. Not even on his third try.
Finn gently pulls the material away from my chest, carefully sliding it down my arms and over my injured hand before tossing it into the darkness.
“Better?” he asks.
“You tell me?” I joke.
Finn’s body stiffens behind me, his arm that’s now back around my waist tightening it’s hold, pulling me closer.
I can feel the tent in his jeans against my ass. If I move at all, I’ll be rubbing against him and the last thing I want to do is tease him. But I want to feel him against me. Without his jeans acting as a protective barrier. Skin on skin.
It’s not like we haven’t done this before.
Sure, I have no idea what I want right now but that doesn’t mean I don’t have needs. Needs he could satisfy and vice versa. We could be fuck buddies. I could protect myself from getting hurt by cutting of the emotional aspect of things. All it’d be is dirty, kinky, hot sex. All the time.
“Willow,” he groans. That’s when I realize I’m acting on my thoughts. My ass is rubbing against his cock, his hands tightening their hold on my hips.
Stopping, unsure of what to do next, I feel Finn scramble away from me. I’m about to ask where he’s going when the bed dips again and my body is pulled tightly against his. He’s completely naked, gripping my hips so tight I wouldn’t be surprised if he leaves marks on me.
Slowly he starts to move my body against his, eliciting a groan from me as his cock slips from between my ass cheeks to the place I want it most. Fabric rubs across my sensitive bud, and I almost die from pleasure as sensation after sensation grips me.
“Too. Many. Clothes,” he says through strangled breaths.
“Please, Finn. I need you.”
Help me feel, I want to say. To erase the pain. The heartache of losing my father. The memory of losing you. I want to remember what it was like that night. Before everything went to shit.
“You have me,” he states, ripping my pink lace thong from my body and thrusting into me to the hilt.
