“Slow and steady, huh?” She smiled warmly at me.
“Maple deserves slow and steady, too.”
“You’re too good to us.”
I stroked her cheek with the pad of my thumb. “I won’t rush this or fuck it up. I want to take my time and love you in all the ways you deserve.”
Her breath hitched in her throat and she made a little satisfied noise. She hadn’t felt this type of need and longing in a long time. Neither had I. And she was looking at me like she was seeing me for the first time. Her eyes were two huge pools of desire, and the urge to give her everything she subconsciously dreamed of was a raw need pulsing through me.
I took the wine glass from her hand and set it on the table with mine. Then I leaned in and took her mouth like I’d been craving. Hot. Hungry and desperate. There was nothing slow about it—we’d been building toward this moment for too long. She whimpered softly and clutched at my shirt with her fists. I cradled her jaw in my hands, my mouth remaining fused to hers. My tongue lapped slow circles around hers and Finley moaned into my kiss, angling her body closer. I needed her closer. I needed more. And I wasn’t stopping until she told me to.
I broke away for just a second. “Come here.” Hauling her across the couch, I placed her in my lap, then gripped her ass, grinding my erection into the warm cleft between her legs. We simultaneously groaned. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I was peeling down her yoga pants and sinking into her warmth. But first, I needed to force myself to slow down. I took a deep breath and moved from her lips to her neck, dropping wet kisses against her silky skin. She deserved to be worshiped and loved – every inch of her.
“Greyson ...” she moaned, tilting her neck back to give me better access.
Gently sinking my teeth into her skin, I nibbled along the column of her throat.
“Is this crazy ... me and you...?” she moaned again.
“Doesn’t feel crazy, sweetheart. Feels fucking perfect.” I pressed my cock up again, and she circled her hips over me.
“Yeah,” she breathed, pressing her mouth against my neck this time, taking a taste.
When she pulled back, I lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her bare breasts were high and proud, topped with rosy nipples. Leaning down, I took one in my mouth, swirling my tongue over the peak and sucking it gently. She was so responsive and ready; her low moan pierced straight through me. I massaged both breasts in my hands, my thumbs raking over her nipples as she trembled and whimpered.
She silently placed her hand over the front of my pants, palming my erection.
As good as her touch felt, I pulled her hand away. “Stand up.”
She rose from my lap and stood before me. I peeled her yoga pants and panties down her legs until she stepped out of them and stood before me. Between her legs was shaved bare and delicate folds exposed her swollen clit.
I pulled her back into my lap, and her hands immediately went to work on my belt buckle. Her delicate hands freed me from the confines of my boxers and then she suddenly stopped.
“Jesus, Grey,” she muttered, her voice filled with surprise.
“What – I ...” I looked down and saw her view. My cock was so hard and so swollen – standing tall and ready.
“Take me in your hand, baby,” I murmured, kissing her lips, then watching to see that she did.
As she tentatively curled one small fist around me, my breath caught in my throat. She moved her hand up and down, her thumb catching the drop of fluid at the tip.
She pushed her hips closer to rub her warm, wet cunt over the base of my shaft.
A strangled groan rumbled in my chest. Nothing had ever felt as good as her slick folds working up and down against me. I thumbed her clit, sucked on her nipples while she continued rubbing her wet pussy all over me.
“Greyson ...” she moaned.
Using her own moisture, I circled her sensitive bud with my thumb. She watched – transfixed, her eyes wide and wild. Continuing to play with her clit, I licked and nibbled her breasts and felt her start to buck against me. Bingo. “Come for me, sweetheart,” I whispered. A second later Finley gave a little shout and a rush of warmth coated my cock.
I slowed my movements, my thumb carefully pressing down, and watched. Breathless, Finley’s movement slowed and became frantic and jerky. Her juices were all over me and it was warm, silky perfection. As good as it felt, I knew it could feel even better. I needed to be inside of her. I lifted her ass over me, depositing her right over the top of my cock. Her gaze latched on to mine and she understood what I needed. Lowering herself onto me, Finley’s eyes met mine as our bodies joined for the first time.
I’d never made love like this – face to face, gazes locked. But rather than it feeling intrusive, too bold, it felt just right. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Those emerald eyes were locked on mine and I could see everything she was thinking and feeling. Desire. Fear. Love.
“Hang on, baby.”
Finley gripped my shoulders and I began to move. I thrust with deep, powerful strokes, unable to hold back, fucking her hard and fast, claiming her as my own. She cried out and soon, I found the spot that made her body clench around me. She came again, hard, clawing at my back and repeating my name over and over again. The desperate way her inner muscles pulsed around me pushed me over the edge, and I let go with a groan.
As perfect as that hard and fast fuck on the couch had felt, I needed her closer, so I’d carried her up to my room, and placed her on the bed. She looked like a goddess, so elegant and beautiful spread out on my pillow. I couldn’t stop myself from worshipping her again. We made love twice more that night, slow and passionately, and it was as close as I’d ever felt to anyone ever before.