Crave You by Ryan Parker

kneeling again, leaning over and taking a nipple into his mouth once more.
    My hands were on his head, fingers deep into his thick hair. I held onto him that way as his movement became more powerful, bucking my hips and making them rise off the bed.
    The sheer power of this man….
    From his kneeling position, his hands engulfed my hips, turning me, and before I knew it I was on my stomach.
    Finn had pulled out of me and was moving away. I looked over my shoulder and saw him reaching to the floor.
    He picked up whatever he had reached for and returned behind me.
    Without saying anything, he stretched my arms straight over my head. I raised my eyes to try to follow what he was doing and saw black fabric.
    My panties.
    Finn was wrapping them around my wrists, securing me.
    “I want to play with you,” he said, his breath hot on my shoulder and his hand cupped my thigh and parted my legs. “You’re going to be my toy for now. And soon, I will be yours.”
    He pushed into me again. From this position he immediately hit the spot, sending a spike of adrenaline coursing through my blood, causing me to cry out to him.
    “Finn…yes…”
    “Come for me, Rachel.” The words were so evenly measured, the command so natural to him.
    He knelt once again. I raised my hips to meet his thrusts. His palm was flat on my back, then moving, his finger made a trail down the center of it, across my ass, around my hip, and down to where he was fucking me.
    His fingertip rested on my clit. He wasn’t moving it around. No circles. Nothing like that. Just his finger applying pressure. Literally pushing a button.
    Making me get closer, closer, until I cried out his name again and my orgasm crashed into me, making my hips rise off the bed to meet the rhythm of his movement.
    I felt his other hand on the side of my face, turning me gently so he could see my expression.
    Finn kept his finger in place as I continued coming. I was growing more and more sensitive. I wanted him to remove it, but I also wanted him to keep it there and make me feel even more things I’d never felt before.
    As quickly as he’d put me on my stomach, he turned me over once again onto my back. He reached above my head and held onto my tied wrists.
    “You’re so tight,” he said, driving harder into me. “And you’re still coming. I can feel it.”
    My muscles were clenching around him, milking him.
    His thick cock swelled inside me as his face turned a different shade of red. He pushed into me even deeper one more time, holding that position. He threw his head back. I could no longer see his face, I could only hear the heavy exhale.
    I felt his cock twitch and surge inside me as he came.
    We were silent for a few moments. My vision was fuzzy on the periphery, and I thought, So this is what they mean by “fucked blind.”

 
     
    Chapter Sixteen (Finn)
     
     
    Rachel had fallen asleep after our second round, which was slower, lasting longer, and exhausting in the best way. We’d done it hard and fast, fucking furiously the first time, so it was time to slow things down a little on the second.
    There would be more times— many more times—for testing her limits. And I already had several ideas in mind.
    It was a few minutes past ten, and I lay there listening to her even breathing. She was on her side, and I was behind her. She was so at ease with me, her body so perfectly tucked into mine that you would have thought we had done this hundreds of times.
    She stirred when I ran my fingertips along her arm from her elbow up to her shoulder. Damn, these shoulders. It was an odd attraction for me. Until Rachel, I was always focused on the parts most men assess first: tits, legs, and ass. Rachel had all of that going on, but there was something enticingly artistic about the contour of her shoulders.
    Maybe it was just another facet of my seeing her in a wholly different light than I’d seen any woman before.
    I wondered when she’d last been touched like this by a