I Never Let You Go (I Never 3)

With one hand wrapped around her waist, I dip th

e other one below the waistband of her yoga pants. When my fingers drag over the lace of her panties, I find them soaked.

“Finn,” she whines as I press my finger against her clit.

“Yeah, baby.” I move in a circular motion over her little bundle of nerves. Without warning, I slide her panties to the side and thrust two fingers into her pussy. Her knees buckle as her head leans back against my chest, her eyes hooded with pleasure. I move my hand on her hip to wrap around her chest, holding her up.

She doesn’t answer, only tilts her head up toward me, and I claim her lips as feverishly as I am plunging my fingers inside her. Her entire body tenses, and I know she is on the verge of an orgasm, but I don’t want her to come like this on my fingers. I want her to come on my cock.

I quickly remove my fingers and spin her in my arms. Before she can protest, I hike her up in my arms, walk her over to the island, and set her down. My hands frantically brush the hair out of her face and grip her hair.

The song ends and the only noise in the house is our heavy panting.

“Finn. I…” she says breathlessly.

“What do you need, baby.”

“You. I need you.”

“I’m right here.” I push her back so that she is lying back against the countertop. I discard her yoga pants and panties to the floor and spread her legs, exposing her wet pussy. I bend down and lick her slit from top to bottom. She arches her back, and I need to press down on her legs to keep her from closing them. I focus on her clit—licking, sucking, and flicking it with my tongue.

“Fuck. Oh my God. Right there!”

This time I don’t stop when I feel her start to reach her orgasm. Instead I plunge a finger inside her and twist. I crook my finger in a come here motion and reach her G-spot, sending Lauren into orgasmic oblivion. She wriggles under me as I lap up every drop, but I’m not done with her just yet.

I stand and reach for the button on my jeans. Lauren’s eyes flutter open and darken as she watches me lick her arousal off my lips. She props her arms up, resting on her elbows as I slide down my jeans. There is no hiding the outline of my cock in my boxers, and as soon as I push them down as well, it springs free. I grip the base in my hands and stroke it a few times before lining it up with her entrance.

I thrust into her, and she gasps. She grips the back of my neck and brings her lips to mine. I know that she can taste herself still on my lips. Does she enjoy her taste as much as I do?

I pump faster and faster into her, her fingers digging into the skin of my back. Her pussy begins to tighten around my cock.

“Finn, I’m gonna come.”

“That’s it, Lo, give it to me. Let me feel you come on my cock.”

She comes and she comes hard. I swallow her moans with my kisses. With a few harder thrusts, it’s my turn to release inside her. My body falls on top of her, being sure not to crush her as my cock softens inside her.

As I begin to back out of her, Lauren runs her fingers into my hair and brushes my cheek with her thumb. I am just about to fully free my cock from the grips of her pussy when the last thing I expect Lauren to say comes off her lips.

“Move in with me.”

The high of our combined releases fade when I feel his body tense against mine. Did I read this all wrong? I mean, I’ve been thinking about this, but I didn’t mean to say it after getting thoroughly fucked, and his dick still wet with my orgasm. But now that I’ve said them aloud, I don’t want to take them back.

“Finn?” I push up on my elbows and watch as he fully backs out of me. I bite my lip as I mourn the loss of feeling him inside me.

I watch his every move as he leans against the counter. He hasn’t said anything yet.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” I look down, avoiding eye contact with him. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from showing my hurt as I gather up my clothes and slip my panties back on. Before I can step into my pants, his hand reaches out, gripping my wrist. I see his feet planted in front of mine. His firm fingers lift my chin to meet his gaze.

He walks forward, forcing me to walk backward until my back hits the counter, caging me in, and lifts me back onto the counter.

“Did you mean it?”

I stare into his chocolate-brown eyes that have seemed to grow a shade darker, and I try to get a read on what he is thinking. I run my fingers through my hair, though they get caught in the rat’s nest on top of my head, and smile. “Yes. Of course I meant it. Finn, you’re it for me. I didn’t realize just how much I’ve missed you the past few days until I had to go to bed without you. You are already the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think of at night. I want you to be the last and first person I see as well. I want you here, always. So, what do you say? Move in with me.”

I don’t ask, more telling him to do it. It’s not like he doesn’t basically live here anyways; he spends most nights here. I want his sneakers by the door, work papers scattered on the cable table with my own, and the sheets always smelling like him. I want him to come home from work every day and have dinner as we tell each other all the ins and outs of our days.

Finn pulls me off the counter, presses me firmly against his chest, and cradles my face. “There’s nothing I want more than to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up tangled together so we don’t know where you end and I begin, always. To sit on the couch after a long day with you in my arms while you read me more of those sexy scenes”—he waggles his eyebrows, and I laugh—“and to dance with you in the kitchen whenever I want. Yes, I will move in with you.”