about it, it was all the way back since that night at the bar before the reunion. I wanted him then, and I wanted him now. I was done waiting.
Licking my lips, I let go of his erection and walked around him making my way to the bedroom.
“Where are you going?” He asked, sounding upset that I’d stopped what I was doing.
“Going to the bedroom. Come join me Finn.” I told him seductively.
“Wait. Em, maybe we shouldn’t do this right now. We have a lot to talk…” His words were cut short when I continued my track down the hall but peeled off my jeans and underwear.
“Not now Finn.” I called over my shoulder.
As I got to the bedroom he caught me and pressed himself against my back. Running his nose along the outside of my ear he said, “You don’t fight fair Tiny Girl.”
“Hmmm…” I shivered as his hands moved up my side and came around to cup my breasts. “I don’t want to fight at all. I just want you inside me. Now!”
He made a deep rumbling sound in his chest, spun me around and walked me towards the bed. When my legs hit the edge of it, I sat down and grabbed Finn’s still wet pants and unzipped them. As I pulled them off, his massive erection sprang free of his black boxer briefs. His cock was at eye level. I gave a wicked grin and took a hold of his erection and closed my mouth around him. Sucking him all the way in as far back in my throat as I could, I heard Finn hissed through his teeth. When I felt like I might start to gag I pulled back up, swirling my tongue around the tip of him and then went back down again. I repeated this motion until his legs started to shake and it seemed like they could no longer hold him up.
“Em you’ve got to stop or I’m going to come.” His breathing was sharp.
I let his cock go—my lips making a popping sound as I did—and gave him another sly grin.
“You’re enjoying yourself too much.” He smirked. “Scoot back on the bed.”
More than happy to oblige, I pushed myself back until I was up at the head board. Finn started to crawl up the bed towards me, his magnificent muscles working in synchronized movements. His shoulders flexed and his biceps bulged as he held himself over me.
“There’s no such thing as enjoying this too much.” I said as I reached up and ran my tongue over the stubble on his neck and chin. He was smiling.
He gently settled between my legs, placing himself right at my opening.
“God, you’re soaking wet already and I haven’t even touched you.”
“Then fucking touch me Finn.” I practically begged. My hips started to wiggle on their own accord desperately trying to get his cock in me. He reached down with his hand and I thought he was going to put his fingers inside me, but he grabbed a hold of my hip, stilling me.
“Em, listen to me.”
I was trying to squirm to get friction-any kind of friction-but he wouldn’t let me move.
“Emilyn.” He was grinning at me and the way that I wouldn’t hold still. My eyes were glassed over and I saw nothing but him. His full lips, his thickly lashed blue eyes, the dusting of a days worth of beard. It was all overwhelming and I was going to scream at him if he didn’t start fucking me right this second.
“Emilyn.” He said again. “Are you listening to me.”
“If you’re talking to me Finn, you aren’t fucking me. Now shut up and get inside me.”
He shook his head, his hair falling in his face. “You’re getting nothing until you look at me and listen.”
I was going to cry. My need was so strong and I could feel how wet I was. My clit was swollen and I knew I would more than likely come the moment he touched it.
“What?” I whimpered. “Why are you torturing me.”
He chuckled. “Why do you always think I’m torturing you?” His face turned serious. “I have to ask you if you are sure about this. I know it’s been a long time since you were with someone and I don’t want to hurt you.”
That’s why he was stopping? Oh for god sake I would put my own hand down there if he didn’t get this moving.
“You are torturing me by not giving me what I want. I want