down, Finn. I’m a grown woman; I can walk.”
The way she squirmed in my arms made me crazy. The good kind of crazy.
Fuck.
This was going to be fun.
Chapter 27
FREEZE FRAME (n.):
A technique in which a single frame of video is repeated in sequence to give the effect of frozen, suspended, or stopped motion.
Casey
I was flying.
Literally.
This Neanderthal of a man tossed me off his shoulder into his bed.
And it felt so good to let someone else be in control for once. Not having to think. Just feel. But as much as I wanted to let go and open to him, something held me back.
“I can feel those wheels turning again, Case,” he said. “I’m asking — no, I’m begging — please turn it off tonight. Please give yourself to me.”
“I want to,” I told him, my voice breaking. “I want to so much.”
“Let me take the lead,” he said. “I need you to let me.”
Finn didn’t wait for my response. Instead, he took my hands, turned them over and placed a soft kiss in each palm. It was sweet and comforting, but not for long.
He pulled them up to the slats on his headboard and growled, “Now hold on, and don’t fucking let go.”
There were no words to describe what his command did to me. It excited and calmed me in equal measure. It shut down all the racing thoughts in my head and finally, magnificently, allowed me to let go.
Finn made quick work of my jeans so that within seconds I was spread out for him, wearing only my bra and panties. At that moment, I wished I wore lingerie. I wished I wasn’t so practical. I wished I knew how to be sexy.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Finn said as if he could read my thoughts.
“Not exactly the most exciting choice of undergarments,” I said. The old me rising to the surface.
“Case, you could wear a paper sack and still give me an aching hard-on.”
I laughed. “You’re so romantic.”
“Can’t help it, you make me want to do and say filthy things to you.”
Now this was new. I never had anyone talk dirty during sex. I never even thought about it. I was usually too focused on getting to the end. I always managed to orgasm, but it was almost always on my part versus my partner. I had the feeling that was going to change tonight.
“Like what?” I asked, encouraging him. What had gotten into me?
“Like how I need to take off this prim white bra and panties before I can do what I’ve been craving since the first time I saw you.”
“So you were looking at me as an object then,” I said, only partially kidding.
“Fuck yes, I was,” he said, unapologetic. That familiar zing traveled to all the best places.
Finn leaned over me, moving in for a kiss before he changed paths and went down to my breast. He pulled the cup of my bra down and covered his mouth over the peak of my nipple. The warm heat pulled an invisible thread that went down between my legs. It was a direct line of pleasure that had me arching off the bed.
“Hold on,” he said. “Don’t let go.”
I nodded because I could no longer find my words when his mouth went to my neglected breast and his hands began to travel up and down my sides. I held on and let the sensations wash over me.
Finn slid down my body and nestled himself between my legs, giving the same treatment to my most private parts. He pulled my panties to the side and glided his tongue down the center of me. Again, I felt the warm heat and that invisible thread made my nipples so hard, they actually hurt straining against the cotton.
My legs opened for him. I was unabashed and so full of need, I didn’t think about how I looked. I only wanted him closer.
“Take off your shirt,” I ordered him. I had to feel his skin on me as he worked over my body.
“What did I say about giving up control?” He smirked.
I wanted to bite that lip so desperately, my mouth opened on instinct.
He must’ve liked that because a low hiss came out of those lips and I could feel the moisture soaking my panties.
His smirk was
The way she squirmed in my arms made me crazy. The good kind of crazy.
Fuck.
This was going to be fun.
Chapter 27
FREEZE FRAME (n.):
A technique in which a single frame of video is repeated in sequence to give the effect of frozen, suspended, or stopped motion.
Casey
I was flying.
Literally.
This Neanderthal of a man tossed me off his shoulder into his bed.
And it felt so good to let someone else be in control for once. Not having to think. Just feel. But as much as I wanted to let go and open to him, something held me back.
“I can feel those wheels turning again, Case,” he said. “I’m asking — no, I’m begging — please turn it off tonight. Please give yourself to me.”
“I want to,” I told him, my voice breaking. “I want to so much.”
“Let me take the lead,” he said. “I need you to let me.”
Finn didn’t wait for my response. Instead, he took my hands, turned them over and placed a soft kiss in each palm. It was sweet and comforting, but not for long.
He pulled them up to the slats on his headboard and growled, “Now hold on, and don’t fucking let go.”
There were no words to describe what his command did to me. It excited and calmed me in equal measure. It shut down all the racing thoughts in my head and finally, magnificently, allowed me to let go.
Finn made quick work of my jeans so that within seconds I was spread out for him, wearing only my bra and panties. At that moment, I wished I wore lingerie. I wished I wasn’t so practical. I wished I knew how to be sexy.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Finn said as if he could read my thoughts.
“Not exactly the most exciting choice of undergarments,” I said. The old me rising to the surface.
“Case, you could wear a paper sack and still give me an aching hard-on.”
I laughed. “You’re so romantic.”
“Can’t help it, you make me want to do and say filthy things to you.”
Now this was new. I never had anyone talk dirty during sex. I never even thought about it. I was usually too focused on getting to the end. I always managed to orgasm, but it was almost always on my part versus my partner. I had the feeling that was going to change tonight.
“Like what?” I asked, encouraging him. What had gotten into me?
“Like how I need to take off this prim white bra and panties before I can do what I’ve been craving since the first time I saw you.”
“So you were looking at me as an object then,” I said, only partially kidding.
“Fuck yes, I was,” he said, unapologetic. That familiar zing traveled to all the best places.
Finn leaned over me, moving in for a kiss before he changed paths and went down to my breast. He pulled the cup of my bra down and covered his mouth over the peak of my nipple. The warm heat pulled an invisible thread that went down between my legs. It was a direct line of pleasure that had me arching off the bed.
“Hold on,” he said. “Don’t let go.”
I nodded because I could no longer find my words when his mouth went to my neglected breast and his hands began to travel up and down my sides. I held on and let the sensations wash over me.
Finn slid down my body and nestled himself between my legs, giving the same treatment to my most private parts. He pulled my panties to the side and glided his tongue down the center of me. Again, I felt the warm heat and that invisible thread made my nipples so hard, they actually hurt straining against the cotton.
My legs opened for him. I was unabashed and so full of need, I didn’t think about how I looked. I only wanted him closer.
“Take off your shirt,” I ordered him. I had to feel his skin on me as he worked over my body.
“What did I say about giving up control?” He smirked.
I wanted to bite that lip so desperately, my mouth opened on instinct.
He must’ve liked that because a low hiss came out of those lips and I could feel the moisture soaking my panties.
His smirk was
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