by Tiffani Lynn
One lone finger glides from the top of my slit to the bottom, the calloused digit eliciting a moan of anticipation from me. Both his arms wrap around my upper thighs, and his fingers separate the folds, leaving me exposed and preparing me for his soft lips. Several licks from the bottom to the top this time. Each time, he uses the same amount of pressure. Then his lips lock on my clit and sucks softly, just enough to make me squirm, but not enough to completely set me off. He changes tempo, licking my sex with quick, short strokes, changing up the pressure with each swipe and making me beg for more.
“Harder, Finn. Harder, I need more. More!”
His chuckle vibrates through my center and adds another level of ecstasy to the act. Removing one hand from around my thigh, he inserts a beefy finger inside and removes it to swipe my juices over my clit. This time, he adds another finger as he slides back in and pumps them in and out with increasing force. My knuckles are white as I grip the comforter and attempt to keep my claws out of his skin. When my muscles quiver, he curls his fingers at just the right angle to set me off. I squirm as my body dangles at the edge of complete ecstasy. My sex clamps down around him when he sucks harder on my clit, working it with perfect precision with his tongue, and I come, screaming like a wild banshee.
As I lay limp and lifeless, trying to figure out how to breathe again, he lowers my legs to the edge of the bed. Then he rises to his full height and drops his suit pants and wrestles the dress off of me. His eyes flare with passionate hunger as they take in my mostly naked form and the tension in his shoulders tells me he’s got a tight reign on his control.
“God, you’re sexy,” he murmurs as he leans toward me.
Propped up on my elbows in nothing but the royal blue bra and nude thigh highs, I’m now stretched out with my legs crossed at the ankles waiting for him. He reaches around and pulls out all of the bobby pins allowing my hair to fall loose around my neck in crazy curls.
I crabwalk to the middle of the bed, making room for him to join me. Reaching out, he runs his hands from my foot up my right thigh and back down again, rolling the silky material down my leg to remove it. He then repeats the process on the other leg. Crawling over me, he braces himself with his weight on his elbows and traces my lips with his tongue.
Greedy, I reach up behind his neck and tug him closer to me. His shoulder and back muscles quiver with restraint. Our lips smash together, and I taste the tang of my sex on him. Our tongues touch lightly and retreat. His hard cock is still covered by his boxer briefs but the heat is radiating through to my leg. My mind is again assaulted with memories of the last time we had sex, sending a rush of moisture between my legs. I wish I could have him forever. Wish I could bring him fully into my life to experience all of it with me and be my partner. My heart and my body both yearn for this, especially when he plays my body perfectly like a finely tuned instrument. Knowing exactly how to pluck and pull, to stroke and finger. It’s almost impossible to find those qualities in a sexual partner.
The room is dark except for the moonlight shining in through the open curtains. His body lowers over mine, but he’s careful to keep the majority of his weight off me. He continues to kiss me, consume me like he can’t get enough. His lips are gentle, his speed unhurried as his tender lips and tongue travel across my jaw, down the column of my throat and over the swell of my heaving breasts.
His tongue snakes out and twirls around my right nipple before he nibbles the pebbled tip. My hips buck, and I release the building whimper. His lips spread into a satisfied smile against my skin before he repeats the motion. Shifting to the other breast, he tortures me further. The swirl of his tongue is so sensual and arousing that goose bumps rise all over my body. The slight nip of his teeth is borderline painful but also sweet erotic pleasure. The feeling is so good, so intense I don’t want it to end. I lace my fingers into his hair and hold his head to me. He sucks harder this time and I squirm against his muscled body.
His hand glides up the side of my thigh, and he hikes it up around his hip, as he nestles his shaft against my still sensitive clit. His mouth moves back over mine, and he captures my lips in a heated kiss as he rocks against me.
“Inside me, Finn. Now, please,” I beg shamelessly.
He snatches a condom off the side table and rips the foil packet. I didn’t even realize he’d tossed one over there. I remove it from his fingers and roll it over his shaft, fumbling with clumsy fingers from a mix of lust and overheated excitement. He sucks in a deep breath and slides his tongue across his bottom lip. His cobalt eyes sizzle with excitement while his muscles remain coiled tight with need. He falls to his back and yanks me by my hips until I straddle him. I impale myself on his staff and cry out as he fills me. His hands move straight to my breasts, grasping at the beaded peaks. I rise and fall, rocking on him in a controlled motion, hitting my most sensitive spot on the down stroke. Our mingled moans and groans fill the air and stir the passion as we go. Running my fingernails from his collarbone to his belly, I tell him, “You have the body of a Greek God.”
His eyes close and his teeth clench as his hips push against mine. He jackknifes into a sitting position and we’re now almost face to face, despite the height difference. I curl my legs around his hips and in lotus formation we move together. As he reopens his eyes, ours lock and the intimacy of our position washes over me. Tender touches from his hands and lips build this thing between us bigger, even without words. Our close proximity heightens my awareness of his pounding heartbeat, his warm breath, his sweat-slicked skin, while the determined expression on his face melts me into a sexually charged puddle of goo.
I love this position. My sensitive breasts scrape against the coarse hair of his chest and my clit receives constant stimulation as we move. I’ve never felt closer to another human being than I do in this moment with him. What we’re sharing in the moment is more than physical intimacy, it’s like a meeting of souls. I’m surprised by the emotional connection I feel to a virtual stranger and it scares the shit out of me. Obviously sensing the sudden shift in my mood, Finn stops moving and grips the sides of my head with firm but gentle hands while he plunders my mouth with his tongue in a mind-bending kiss. Tingles run down my spine and out to my limbs.
Moment of fear is forgotten. He rolls me to my back, securing my hands above my head. Our fingers lace together, and he begins pounding into me. The slapping of our skin is a stimulating sound as he dominates me in this position. He drags another orgasm out of me with a wicked tilt of his hips, and I shriek as my pleasure peaks.
He spreads his knees farther apart and continues to slam into me until the final jerk of his hips when I feel the condom fill completely. He lets out a tired breath, releases our hands and collapses onto me. It seems like I would feel crushed and freak out, having wicked claustrophobia, but instead I feel safe and sated and comfortable.
Finn rolls to his back, taking me with him. He glides soft lips against my forehead and tucks me into his side. After that, I don’t remember a thing until I wake up to the sunlight streaming bright into my room through the open blinds. The smell of sex and Finn’s cologne lingers in the air and a smile crosses my lips. As I sit up I notice a note on the pillow next to me.
Darcy,
I had to head home to pack. We leave this afternoon for a week-long road trip. I want to take you out the night I get back. Please text me so we can arrange it. I had an amazing night. Hope you slept as good as I did.
Finn
Chapter Five: Finn
It’s been almost a week since the night of her show and I’m dying to see her. I felt this way about Cami the first few times I went out with her, but the idea of her ex-boyfriend reappearing in her life suddenly made me edgy so I broke up with her. Cami was over a year ago, and I haven’t dated since. Hooked up a few times, yes. Dated, no.
Darcy’s somewhat of a mystery, but I don’t feel like I’m waiting for something bad to happen with her. She’s said several times there are things about her I don’t and won’t kn
ow that would end things for us, but I can’t imagine what they would be. She’s not dating anyone else, and she’s not married. She’s not secretly a dude so I can’t understand what could be so bad. I texted her this morning asking to see her tonight. She responded yes, so I told her to pack a bag and we’ll stay at my place after dinner and the movie.
When I pull up to her apartment complex, I notice she’s already waiting for me on the sidewalk with a loud pink, green, and purple swirly-pattern duffle bag. It shouldn’t surprise me she’d carry something that eye-catching. Color does seem to be her thing; it’s just kind of funny how bright it is. I jump out and jog around to open the door for her, taking her duffle and tossing it behind my seat. After a quick peck on her lips I pull away from the curb and head for the restaurant.
The night is turning into a good one, and we spend a good portion of dinner guessing movie lines. It seems she has a love of stupid comedies and classic 1980’s films. We have a lot of laughs, and I get better insight into her complex personality as she reveals so many things about herself. It doesn’t take long to realize she doesn’t care much for politics, but seems to follow them anyways. When I asked her why this is she responds, “Politics lead to wars and fighting, something I don’t like, but as a business owner I at least need to know what’s going on in the world.” Supporting the Special Olympics and the local Humane Society are at the top of her humanitarian efforts. Let’s just say I’ve never had a date quite like it or met a woman quite like her.
In the car on the way back to my place she decides she’s tired of waiting to get her hands on me and starts it off by stroking the upper inside of my thighs, never quite touching what I want her to touch. Not even skin on skin, her teasing causes my erection to grow, pushing painfully behind the confines of my zipper. When she hears me groan, a wicked giggle escapes her lips, and I turn narrowed eyes on her.
“What are you doing?” I growl at her.
“Just having a little fun. Is that okay?” She tries to act coy.
Like I’d say no anytime she wanted to touch my dick.
“Of course. Just wondered.”
That must be all she needs to proceed because, she clicks out of her seat belt and is undoing my pants before I can even blink. My throbbing cock is removed from the confines of my pants with cool hands before she dips her head to my lap.
“What the fuck? I’m going to wreck, Darcy!”
A girlish giggle is the only response she gives until the warmth of her mouth engulfs the throbbing head of my cock. Fuck! She pauses to swirl with her tongue all the way down and back up finishing with the crown every time it’s obvious I’m getting close to blowing. It’s pure torture. As I park the truck at my apartment building, I’m thinking she will finish me off, but instead she sits up and wipes her mouth while smiling at me like the freakin’ cat who ate the damn canary.
“Ready to go? I want to see your place,” she chirps.
Taking my sex-brain from zero to sixty in mere seconds was tough, but going sixty to zero in that same amount of time might just be the end of me. She opens the door and hops out as I attempt to stuff my swollen dick back into my jeans. It’s not comfortable, and I decide there will be retribution at some point for that little teasing session. When we enter my apartment, she stops and looks around as her eyebrows pull low in confusion.
“What’s wrong?” I question, worried she’s changed her mind and wants to leave.
“It’s nice, but it has no color. Like zero. Just black and white. Not even brown. How do you live like this?” Her concern is genuine, and I almost laugh at her. It’s a serious issue for her that there is no color here.
I smirk at her. “Why do you think I want to keep you around?”
“Ha, ha, ha. You’re hilarious. I’m serious, why?” She’s having a difficult time understanding how someone can live without the entire rainbow in their home.
“Um… because I’m a guy, and we don’t think of that kind of stuff. Black is masculine and white just helps to break up the darkness of it all without being girly.”
“How big is this place?” she questions with wide eyes that seem to scan everything.
I set my keys down. “It’s a little over two thousand square feet with three bedrooms, three baths. I know it’s a little big for a single guy, but my dad recommended I buy something that would be a good investment. So I did.” I lead her further into the open floor plan living room, dining room and kitchen area. I left one lamp on near the door but the floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the city let the moonlight filter in so it’s not as dark as you’d expect. The windows are what sold me on this place to begin with. I have a grey couch, a black end table with a short, stout chrome lamp base, topped with a grey lampshade next to a black recliner. At the other end of the couch is a chrome standing lamp with a grey lamp shade, and a black and glass coffee table. A man-sized TV hangs on the opposite wall of the living room area directly in front of my couch. A sleek modern glass dining set sits in the portion sectioned off for such and my kitchen is just a kitchen. Of course it has black counter tops and chrome state of the art appliances, but I’m not all that excited about cooking so it doesn’t matter to me.
“Come on, let me show you my room. We can put your stuff down, then come back and get a drink.” Her expression is about the same as it was in the living room since the color scheme is more of the same. What she hasn’t quite noticed yet is the picture hanging above my dresser. I can’t wait for her to see it. It was delivered and hung while I was away this last time. The only color in the whole place comes from her hand and she hasn’t seen it yet.
I drop her bag on the bed and kick off my shoes toward the closet, then head back to the kitchen. She follows suit. On her way out of my room, she still doesn’t see the picture. I’m not saying a word. I’ll wait for her to discover it herself. I pour two glasses of wine and take one to her. She’s standing at the windows I love so much looking out at the city. I had reflective windows installed so I didn’t have to worry about people seeing in because the view is too beautiful to mar with curtains or blinds, and I like privacy.
She keeps one of her arms wrapped around her own waist while she accepts the wine with the other. She takes a sip drawing my attention to the natural pout of her full lips and then further down the smooth column of her throat. I feel my dick stiffen in response so I take a big gulp of my wine and set my glass down. As I wrap my body around hers from behind, I feel her relax into me immediately. I swipe her soft, curly locks out of the way and run my nose from her shoulder to her ear, taking my time. Relishing the subtle smell of jasmine on her skin.
“You are so sexy it hurts to look at you sometimes,” I confess in a low voice.
A soft moan escapes her lips as I continue my slow assault on her senses. I nibble on her ear and glide soft kisses back down the line of her graceful neck. Her body shudders, so I move my hands under her top and over her bra, finding her peaked nipples ready and begging for my attention. I flick my fingers across them several times before she finally arches back against me, rubbing that delectable ass against me like a cat. I take the glass from her hands and set it on the end table next to mine. The more she rubs against me, the more turned on I get, the more I feel my control waning. I twist her body and push the front of her thighs against the arm of the chesterfield. Then I slide my hand up to the middle of her back and apply enough pressure so that she bends all the way over the arm. Her ass is in the air, face turned toward the room, cheek to the cushion, and she’s looking like one of my favorite fantasies with her red lips parted, panting softly in anticipation. Flipping her skirt up over her hips, I take note of the barely-there strip of thong wedged between the perfect globes of her ass as I run my palms over the soft skin. She pushes back against my greedy paws and gives an impatient wiggle, so I hook my fingers in the sides of her satin thong and yank, shredding the tiny fabric. A gasp flies from her lips.
“What are you doing, Finn?” I think she means to sound mad but
it comes out breathy and sexy as hell.
“I’m about to take you from behind. That little scrap of material was in my way.”
Before she can respond to my statement, I smack her luscious backside with my right hand. A perfect pink handprint appears. She cries out and wiggles it at me again. I reach into my pocket, remove a condom from my wallet and place it between my teeth. I smack the other cheek, evening out the color before I drop my jeans and boxers to my knees. Making sure she’s ready, because I already know I won’t go easy on her, I slip my fingers into her cleft and smear the already dripping juices over her engorged clit and along the edges of her pussy. It’s hot as fuck that she’s this turned on.
I tear the wrapper open and roll it on. She whimpers as I rub the crown of my prick against the soaked area. I thrust hard to seat myself as deep inside her as I can, and she cries out. I pause, still buried deep inside her, to pull the polo over my head and send it flying. Then I lean forward, reach around her waist and pull her body to line up against mine.
I tug the blouse over her head and toss it, too. Then I unhook her bra and drop it to the cushions in front of her. She’s clenching my cock with her tight inner muscles over and over the whole time I’m stripping us. I wrap my arms around her and lean her forward a little for maximum penetration. Then I anchor her with my hands to her hips and thrust hard, forcing her forward with my movement. A startled yelp from her breaks the silence.
“Did I hurt you?” I allow the concern to reflect in my voice.
Her hair flows over her shoulders and down her back as she shakes are head, no. Holding her tighter, I resume as I thrust again and again like a rutting beast as I pound into her. This position makes me feel like a caveman taking what I want, so I continue until I’m lost in the sensation. Lost in the smell of her hair. Lost in the way her body looks as she takes my cock. Lost in the sensual sounds of our mating. Just lost in her.