This man was making me come undone. I reach for the zipper of my jeans and pull it down as quickly as I could. Finn makes a sound that I have never heard before as the thin jean material gets firmly grasped and pulled down my thighs. I reach down and pull them off my ankles and throw them across the room, landing in a thud somewhere in the distance. We stood there naked in the dark. The silence deafening. Which one of us would make the first move. His fingertips graze the inside of my thighs and I gasp at the sudden touch.
“Are you wet enough for me, Goddess?”
“I was wet for you before we even walked into the building,” I state, exhaling a deep breath.
Our bodies pressed against each other. Naked skin against naked skin. I ran my manicured hands across his broad chest and down to his Adonis belt. Relying on touch alone in the darkened gallery. Each touch releasing a powerful feeling of arousal. He slides his palm down to cup my ass in his firm grip. The warmth between my legs, nearly unbearable. A need for him inside of me overtaking every thought in my brain. My breath catches in my throat as his fingers graze against my slit and he pinches my clit between his two fingers. My knees buckle at the sensation of intoxicating pain. I can hardly breathe. I can hardly think. He finds the perfect spot with ease as he pushes his fingers deep inside.
“I love how wet you are,” he moans.
“I love how wet you make me,” I whisper against his mouth, moaning against his mouth. His fingers teasing my entrance in slow succession.
“You are fucking sexy,” Finn says.
“If I’m a Goddess, fuck me like one.”
The sound that escaped his lips in the dark is primal. I am brought closer to the edge of complete surrender by his fingers. My hips grinded against Finn’s strong, precise fingers. My moaning intensified with each thrust inside.
“Don’t you dare fucking come yet,” he says huskily.
“Then stop fucking me with your fingers asshole,” I reply.
He suddenly pulls his fingers from inside me and wraps his hand around my elbow. My own wetness brushed against my skin as he lays me down against the paint covered cloth. The paint was cold against my skin, but a welcomed sensation while my insides are on fire. My fingertips grip the flexed muscle of his forearm before he takes it away and places it behind my head.
“Keep your hands there and don’t move,” he demands.
The glow of the neon paint illuminated the immediate area around us. I saw him reach for a bottle and dripped paint onto my neck and down to my navel. I curl my body at the cold liquid paint that made my body glow a subtle neon purple. He ran his palm along every curve of my body. Every area of skin caressed by his paint-soaked hand. My back arched upwards as his lips kissed gently my cleavage. His kiss became more aggressive against my breasts.
“Finn,” I moan.
My back arched in response as his teeth grazed my nipple. He was ruthless, but yet soft. Rough but caring. I was captivated by every touch, every kiss. I was so aroused by him that my thighs were wet with anticipation. My eyes closed, succumbing to every tingle of pleasure coursing through my body. He slid two fingers inside my soaking wet slit, his thumb massaging my clit roughly.
“Fuck, you are so wet.”
His soft lips trailing down my thighs, paint smearing across his cheek. The pleasure rolls inside of me and my stomach falls. The height of orgasm is within minutes of being achieved.
“I have never begged before.”
“What are you begging for?” Finn asks.
“I need you. I’m desperate for you inside of me,” I say, my voice cracking as his fingers continue to thrust inside of me.
“I am inside of you, love.”
“Enough foreplay. I need you.”
“I can’t get enough of every curve. The sound that comes from your throat as you start to come for me,” Finn says, his fingers pushing deeper inside of me in deliberate thrusts.
I buck against the methodic teasing of his fingers at my slit. His fingers coated in my warm liquid arousal.
“I’m going to come,” I cry out.
“Not yet, Goddess.”
He pushes my legs apart with his paint-stained hands and hovers over the top of me. He fills me slowly and leaves it in for just a moment. I yearned for him to fuck me.
Hard.
Ruthless.
Rough.
But that’s not Finn.
Passionate Finn.
I gripped his shoulders tightly and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist to fill me deeper and faster. He moans loudly as his grip tightens around my thighs. He lifts me up in one swift movement and pulls me against him. He pushes inside to the hilt.
“Let’s make a masterpiece,” he whispers.
The moment he thrusts again, my breath catches in my throat. His movements start slow and increase in pace. My breath quickens and I can’t help but sigh and moan as the pure pleasure starts to hit its peak deep within me. He picks all of me up swiftly and pushes me on top of him without leaving inside of me once. In awe of his strength. I am a big girl and he just manhandled me like a rag doll. Paint scoring all over our bodies and the cloth below us. My hips rode him at a feverish pace. My orgasm starts deep within me, and my knees buckle below me. His biceps flex as he supports all of my weight against him. My thighs started shaking wildly and my back arched back away from him as my orgasm hits me full force. His hand reaches behind my neck and kisses me deeply as if the oxygen between us was needed to breathe. Energy failed me and I collapsed against him. He kept thrusting inside of me deep and momentous. Pushing inside of me as I rode the wave of unsurmountable pleasure. He groaned deeply, desperate to keep going. My breathing was ragged and deep as I struggled to keep myself up against him. My breasts bounced up and down from the passionate thrusts from his hips underneath me.
“Fuck,” he moans.
He pulled me closer to him, inhaling me in a deep breath as he released inside of me.
“Baby,” I moan.
“I couldn’t stop,” he says, breathless.
He pressed his lips tenderly against my forehead as our chests rose and fall in unison in breathless collateral from our orgasms.
I will be unable to walk for the next foreseeable future. Sex is supposed to be like this. This is a man.
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