Melt Me (Body Scenes 2)

“God, you’re making me so hard,” he said. He let out another one of those sexy growls, which made her toes curl in her shoes.

“You’re making me crazy,” she shot back. “I’m so close…”

“You want more?”

“Yes!”

He put a little muscle behind his quick pace, working her feverishly as he turned the long, full strokes into short, plunging ones that kept her cunt filled. The head of the dildo rubbed her G-spot, sending her into a sexual tizzy. She abandoned her clit-rubbing, in need of holding onto the arm of the sofa to stabilize herself against the frantic onslaught.

“Oh God, Finn. That feels so good. Fuck my pussy. Oh God, yes!” She came with a sharp cry as he hit all the right spots and the beautiful sensations he evoked exploded inside her like a twenty-foot wave crashing onto the shore. She could barely breathe, just clung to the arm of the couch like it was a life-preserver, as wave after wave of sensation rippled through her.

She was barely cognizant of Finn withdrawing the dildo from her body. Her eyes were closed, but she heard his bare feet on her hardwood floor as he padded out of the room, likely heading toward the bathroom. Or the trash, as he’d threatened earlier.

Maybe she should tell him she didn’t want him to toss her toy. So he was planning on fucking her this weekend, but what about the next weekend? And the weekend after that? She may need that dildo, after all. Though, admittedly, she’d never get as much pleasure out of it as she’d just gotten from Finn.

Holy Christ, he’d fucked her good.

When she heard him return to the room, she opened her eyes. She still clung to the arm of the sofa, her head resting along the top.

Finn grinned at her over his shoulder as he returned the dildo to the drawer. He must have washed it off for her. How sweet.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice a bit raspy. The post-orgasm euphoria still coursed through her, keeping her aroused.

“Thought it might come in handy sometime,” he said with a wink.

She relinquished her hold on the sofa and rolled onto her back. She needed a shower. Maybe a nap. But her body still hummed with excitement and anticipation. She still wanted Finn. On top of her. Beneath her. Behind her. Inside her.

She groaned. “Jesus, Finn. You are the World Champion of Foreplay.”

“What can I say?” He returned to the ice chest. “You inspire me, doll.”

She grinned at him. “You have very sweet pillow talk.”

“Didn’t really take you for the type who’d like it.”

“Just seems right with you.” The thought made her stomach flip. Maybe she was getting in over her head. Was this the real reason she and Finn had never hooked up? Because they both knew it wasn’t going to be some quick roll in the hay? A little groping and a fast fuck followed by a bullshit line like, “Hey, that was great. We should do it again sometime.”

Everything was working out beautifully tonight and that had to mean something. That they’d needed to be at the right place at the right time with each other, not just geographically speaking. Also physically and emotionally.

Were they finally on the same page with each other and that’s why this was turning into one of the best nights of her life?

Because, admittedly, she was loving every single minute of Finn’s visit. She wasn’t thinking about work or her deadlines. In fact, she was perfectly happy to spend the entire weekend holed up at the Ritz with him. A thought that would have made her panic had he brought it up a few weeks ago. But lately, she had to admit, Finn had consumed her mind. She’d fantasized about him. She’d taken every single one of his calls recently, no matter how busy she’d been, instead of letting them go to voicemail, as she usually did when she was up against a deadline.

Had their four years of flirting and wanting each other been the real foreplay? A prelude to tonight—a night that had been worth waiting for?

And she wasn’t just talking about the sex…

As Finn directed her back into the position she’d been in before they’d gotten sidetracked, she wondered if he was as ensnared

as she was. Rolling onto her stomach and giving him the curved back he’d requested, her feet in the air again, she wondered if Finn’s thoughts had run the way of hers. Had he reached this same point, a little ahead of her, and had known it was time to act on it?

Was that what all the calls and texts of late had been about? Were his more-frequent-than-usual communiqués leading up to this moment?

She thought about what he’d said earlier, when he’d told her he’d been trying to come up with a new body art mural, but hadn’t been able to think of anything other than her.

Hmm….

It was a lot to consider and Yvette found that she hoped her ruminations were dead-on. Because she was ready to start something with Finn. To move past the friend stage and the super-flirty emails and the witty exchanges at Body Scenes. She’d been dying for more tonight and it wasn’t just sexual fulfillment. She wanted a relationship with Finn.