by Calista Fox
“Are you planning on squirting oil all over my body?”
He just grinned at her over his shoulder as he worked. Then he opened the ice chest and hefted a large block, encased in a plastic mold. This piqued Yvette’s interest even more. The square was about three feet tall, maybe two feet wide. Finn set it on the satin and plastic in front of the sofa and removed the molds that conformed to each side, revealing a beautifully sculpted, crystal-clear ice cube. Simple by all counts, but with smooth, beveled edges and a perfect, round hole in the middle. The light Finn angled toward it created a spectrum of color inside the cube, making it flash and twinkle like a diamond.
Yvette set her glass down and returned to Finn’s side. “It’s fantastic, Finn.”
“I had it made just for the occasion. I took a chance stopping by today after I’d picked up all the ice sculptures I’d ordered. It’ll start melting in a few minutes, but again, I just need the general visual so I can create the painting.”
He turned to her, fluffing the thick mass of blond hair falling over her shoulders and down her back in waves of plump curls. He mussed it a bit, then grinned at her.
“Give me a hungry look,” he said, his deep voice low and sexy. “Like you’re restless and in desperate need of me.”
Her eyelids dropped to half-mast. “That won’t be difficult to do.” Leaning close to him, she said, “I am restless and in desperate need of you.”
Hell, she’d wanted him for four years. And here he was, in her condo when she was wearing next to nothing.
Fortuitous, indeed!
She was no longer cursing the heat and humidity. It’d helped her to end up exactly where she wanted to be. Well, almost… “So, you want me to look horny with come-hither eyes?”
He grinned at her. “I want you to look like you’ve got something to give me and you think I want it.”
Her gaze connected with his, holding it steady. “Do you want it?”
Chapter Two
Finn’s jaw tightened. He reached out to her, placing one hand on her hip. The other slid around her neck to cup the back of her head. He pulled her close to him and said, “You know I do.”
Her hands slid between them and she worked the buttons on his shirt as she said, “Took you long enough to make a move on me.”
“Timing,” he muttered before his head dipped and his lips brushed over hers. “It turned out to be perfect today. Especially because I want the whole weekend with you. A quick fuck’s not going to be enough.”
“And here I was pissed off that my cooler was shot to shit. Seems it chose the right time to crap out on me.”
“Sometimes, it all just falls into line.” As though done with the small talk, his mouth pressed to hers. Yvette’s lips parted and his tongue plunged inside, sweeping over hers, tangling with it, teasing it. Teasing her. Oh what a wicked tongue it was! Yvette couldn’t wait to feel it on her nipples and her clit.
Tugging the material of Finn’s white, button-down shirt from the waist of his jeans helped her to spread the opening of the shirt wide, so she could run her hands over his magnificent body. His hard pectoral muscles. His rigid abdomen. His strong back. Her hands splayed across his shoulder blades as she pressed her chest to his, loving the feel of his hot skin and hard muscles against her breasts.
All the while, Finn continued his tongue tango, deepening their kiss as though her hands on his body excited him even more.
When they finally came up for air, Finn groaned. “Christ, this is painful.” He shifted from one booted foot to the other, as though to alleviate the pressure between his legs.
“Getting a little snug behind that zipper?” she asked as she ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip. Tasting the minty flavor Finn left behind, which mingled with her vodka to create a refreshing combination.
“I’ve been hard since I stepped into your elevator.” He shook his head. “Hell, I’ve been hard since I met you.”
Grinning, she said, “Perhaps you should have waited to break out the ice. It’s melting while we’re making out.”
“It’ll last a while longer.” That said, he dipped his head again and kissed her passionately, conveying his desire for her. His need for her.
Yvette melted faster than the ice under his heat and intensity. Her body pressed tighter against his as the hand at her hip moved to her ass. He cupped the lace-covered cheek, giving it a hard squeeze. His erection pushed against her belly, making her wish she was as tall as him so his cock would nestle between her legs. She wanted them naked so she could rub her mound against the full length of him, feel the thick organ slide along her wet pussy lips. Nudge her opening. Slip inside…
She moaned as her body went into sensory overload. She wanted Finn in the worst way, but couldn’t stop kissing him to tell him. His mouth on hers was electric!
The fingers that were twisted in her hair, which was damp at the nape of her neck, slid over her throat and across her collarbone. His hand swept lower and he palmed a breast as his kiss went on and on. He squeezed roughly, causing fire to ignite in her belly. The pad of his thumb rubbed her nipple even tighter. When he pinched it, Yvette tore her mouth from his.
“Oh God!”
His hands on her body felt even more sinfully delicious than she’d imagined!
Her breath came in hard pulls, as did his. But Finn didn’t let up. His hand eased down between her parted legs and he stroked her outer lips through the thin material of her panties, the lace adding extra friction. Making her crazy for him.
“Finn,” she whispered on a sharp rush of air.
As though accepting that one word as a plea for mercy, his fingers swept aside the damp crotch of her panties and he stroked her bare flesh, making her hotter. Wetter. When he targeted her swollen clit, massaging it with skill and confidence, knowing exactly the rhythm that would get her off, Yvette’s knees nearly knocked together.
Liquid fire seemed to flow through her veins. Her head fell back on her shoulders as Finn’s mouth pressed to her neck, his lips and tongue teasing her moist skin, his teeth nipping, his breath soothing the erotic sting. All the while, his fingertips worked her into a sexual frenzy, pushing her right to the edge. He eased one long finger deep into her wet pussy and she let out another unchecked moan.
“Oh yes,” she whispered as the sensuous sensations built inside her. The fire burned brighter, making her insides sizzle.
“God, you’re turning me on,” he said against her neck, his voice low and strained. The heel of his hand rubbed her clit as he pushed a second finger into her aching cunt. “You are so tight. So wet.”
“And so ready to come…”
He groaned. “Do it,” he whispered. “Come all over my fingers.” His pace quickened. The hand on her ass kept her steady, pressed against him. His tongue and teeth teased her throat as he working her a little harder, a little faster.
Yvette’s hands grasped his thick biceps as she held onto him. The sensations inside her swelled, expanding tight like a balloon with too much internal pressure. It burst deep in her cunt, sending the erotic sensations in every direction and making her cry out from the release of the exquisite tension.
“Holy Christ!” She gasped for air. “Oh God, Finn!” Her inner walls clenched tight around his fingers as she savored the glorious feelings coursing through her body, riding the wave of sexual bliss. “Oh God, that is so good.”
She stared up at the ceiling Finn had painted for her when she’d first moved in. The abstract, jewel-toned mural made her smile, because it was Finn’s artwork. His creative genius.
The release of years of sexual tension she’d never been able to alleviate because it was all tied up around wanting Finn was miraculously liberating. And having their first encounter here in her condo, in the living room where he’d painted the ceiling, was perfect. Apropos. Right.
She sighed contently as his lips grazed hers again, before settling over them. He kissed her, long and deep. Her arms slid around his neck. He withdrew his fin
gers from her now-dripping cunt and pulled her into a tight embrace.
When he finally dragged his mouth from hers, Yvette was breathless.
“God, your body feels good against mine,” he said in that low, strained tone that was so damn sexy. “And your pussy… Christ, Yvette. You’re so fucking tight.”
She smiled. “Haven’t had much time to get around.” Nor had there been much point to it, when Finn was the one who commanded her passion, owned her desire.
Sure, she’d had substitute lovers, but they’d never satisfied her. Had only left her wanting more.
Wanting Finn.
The orgasm he’d just given her was enough to take the edge off. For all of two minutes. She wanted him more than before, now that she had confirmation of how explosive they could be together.
Finn grinned at her and said, “That’s the look I want for this first shot. That ‘I have something he wants’ look.”
Apparently, she did have something Finn wanted.
He stepped away from her, but grabbed her hand and led her over to the huge cube of ice that was still fully intact. Just a bit watery on the top, with trickles running down the sides.
“You don’t mind getting wet, do you, doll?”
“According to you—and because of you—I already am.” She winked at him. He chuckled.
“Such a good sport.” He positioned her in front of the cube and said, “Sit right in the middle of the block and spread your legs wide. I want one on either side of the ice cube. Hands on your thighs. Chest high so I get a great shot of those perfect breasts.” His gaze lingered on her chest for a moment before he fluffed her curls again, making them spill over her shoulders and down her back. The strands blew away from her face with the fan pointed at her.
“This is going to be cold.” But she relished the idea, because she was still burning up from Finn’s kisses and his hands on her body. His skilled finger-fucking. The wicked taste of things to come.
She lowered herself down onto the ice sculpture, gasping at the cold puddle of water she sat in, which instantly soaked her panties.
“Oh my,” she muttered. “Super frigid.”
“I’ll make it quick,” he said. “Spread your legs, babe.” He started firing off shots. Her nipples were rock-hard from the cold, as well as the way Finn mumbled complimentary things under his breath as he snapped shots of her.
When he said, “Damn, you make me hard,” her toes curled in her high heels.
She flashed him what she hoped was a sexy smile. Tossed her head so her hair went flying over her shoulder. Tried to give him the look he wanted.
Her ass was almost numb when he finally put the camera down and reached for her, helping her off the melting block of ice, which he wrapped in the mold and returned to the chest.
“Oh Jesus,” she said as the air from the fan made her butt even colder.
Finn cupped her cheeks with his large hands to warm them, massaging vigorously.
“That’s a nice little fringe benefit,” she said, excited all over again to have Finn’s hands on her body.
He said, “I meant to cool you down, not give you pneumonia.”
“Think I’ll survive.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Finn backed her up against the sofa and directed her down onto it as he broke their kiss. “Lie on your side,” he instructed. “Top leg slightly bent. Hand supporting your head. This other arm… You’ll need to drape it over your hip.” He positioned her just so.
But the hand lying against her hip didn’t stay there. She reached for Finn, her fingers curling around the waistband of his jeans, holding him in place.
She smiled up at him as her hand moved south, over the erection that bulged behind the denim. Finn groaned, which egged her on. She sat up and worked the button and zipper on his pants, then pushed the material over his hips and down his legs, followed quickly by his briefs. Finn stripped off his unbuttoned shirt, toed off his boots and divested himself of the pool of clothing at his feet.
“Now there’s something to paint.” She whistled under her breath as her pulse raced and everything inside her went tight and tingly. “Good Lord, Finn. You put the statue of David to shame.”
He grinned at her. “No need to flatter me, babe.”
She licked her lips as her gaze slid over his hunky body, landing on his big, beautiful cock. Fully erect and jutting upward, just waiting for her mouth to close over it.
She wanted Finn inside her now more than ever!
“Not trying to flatter you,” she muttered. “Just thinking out loud.”
Unable to resist temptation, her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, causing Finn’s hips to buck and a low grunt to fall from his lips.
“Oh this is so going to be worth the wait,” she said as she leaned toward him, looking forward to taking him in her mouth and bringing him the kind of intense pleasure he’d brought her.
Her tongue darted out to taste his slightly salty flesh. Then it flicked over the head of his cock, teasing him. When she loosened her grip on him and licked him from base to tip, he sucked in a sharp breath of air. She smiled at the response she evoked. She licked him again, then swirled her tongue around his head, tasting the pre-cum that pearled there.
Finn’s fingers threaded through her long hair and he lifted the thick mass away from her face and off her shoulders. The blast of air against her damp neck felt heavenly. But she didn’t bother thanking him verbally. Instead, her lips closed around the head of his cock and she took him deep in her mouth.
“Oh yeah,” he said in a tight voice. “That feels good, babe.”
Her head bobbed up and down, her lips sliding along his shaft. His hips jerked forward then back, fucking her mouth the way he would her pussy when they eventually got around to it. The anticipation was electrifying. As exciting as getting Finn off with her mouth.
She took him deeper and he groaned. “That’s it, babe. Suck my cock.”
Her free hand cupped his balls, massaging them with a light touch. His fingers twisted in her hair, pulling a little tighter than before, but she barely noticed. His arousal escalated along with his breathing. She could hear his sharp rasps, feel his legs tremble. Knew he was close to coming.
She released him from her mouth, her head dipped and her tongue flicked over his sac before she lightly suckled his flesh.
“Yvette… Fuck.”
As she licked his balls, her hand worked his cock, pumping up and down. Giving Yvette another idea.
She gave up her tight grip on him and reached for the clasp at the front of her bra, unhooking it and stripping the flimsy material off her, tossing it onto the pile of clothes on the floor. She scooted her butt to the very edge of the sofa and leaned forward, pressing her breasts against him so his cock was caught in the valley between the two mounds. Her skin was slick from perspiration, providing amble lubrication.
“You’re going to make me come in no time flat,” he warned.
Her grin was a tight one. She didn’t care how quickly he came. All she cared about was turning him on, making him as hot as he made her.
His cock slid along her wet skin, disappearing briefly before reappearing between her plumped-up mounds. She toyed with the nipples as Finn fucked her breasts, his low grunts making her wet between the legs, making her cunt ache to be filled by him.
“Yvette,” he whispered her name in his sexy voice.
Her clit tingled. She wanted to rub it with her fingers, get off along with him, but stayed the course. Focused solely on his pleasure as his movements became a bit faster, a bit more forceful.
When the head of his cock thrust upward, she dropped her chin to her chest and opened her mouth, sucking him briefly before he pulled out. A strange hissing noise slipped from his lips, which made her smile again.
The next time his cock reappeared between her breasts, she sucked him a bit longer, until he said, “Shit… I’m going to come.”
They stayed in the same position�
�with her breasts surrounding his cock as she sucked it hard.
“Oh yeah. That’s it.” His body quaked as he came. “God, Yvette!”
She didn’t release him, wanting to prolong his orgasm, make it as powerful as possible. His cock jerked in her mouth, but she kept her lips closed around his shaft until the trembling in his body eased and he backed away.
Staring up at him, feeling particularly pleased with her accomplishment, she said, “I guess for this next pose, you get the ‘I sucked him good’ look.”
He laughed, though it was a bit strained. “You did. And yes, that’s exactly how you look.”
Finn dragged his briefs back on, but didn’t bother with the rest of his clothes. He raked a hand through his hair, making the tousled strands messier.
Yvette shivered with excitement at how disoriented he looked as he seemed to try to remember what the hell he was doing in her condo in the first place. She watched as he picked up the DSLR, then set it back down on the coffee table in lieu of his regular camera.
He turned back to face her and frowned. “What?”
She laughed. “What about the ice?”
“Ah fuck.” He returned the camera to the table and crossed to the ice chest. He pulled out two cubes, much smaller than the last one, but also in plastic molds. “Stop gloating and get back into position.”
“Yes sir.” But she liked how discombobulated he was. It was so unlike Finn. He was usually cool and in control. At the moment, however, he looked like finishing this photo shoot was the absolute last thing he had on his mind. Fucking her being the first.
When she was settled on the sofa again, on her side, she remembered she’d discarded her bra. “You want me topless?” she asked.
“I want you completely naked and in about twenty different positions,” he said, that wicked glint returning to his chocolate-colored eyes. “But for the photo, yeah, sure. Topless works.”