Back in His Ex's Bed

Finn bent his knees, just a little, to level his gaze with hers. He tapped his fingers against the inside of her channel and Beah sucked in a sharp breath. Yeah, she liked that. “You can come. And you will.”

He could see the doubt hovering on her lips but he stopped her words with a hard kiss, a flick of his thumb against her clitoris. She pushed even closer to him.

Hampered by her pants, he shoved them down her hips and hooked his foot around the leg of the low wooden table to drag it closer.

Finn cupped the underneath of Beah’s thigh and placed her foot on the table, opening her up to his gaze and giving him complete control. Leaving her mouth, Finn looked down at her, pretty in the moonlight. He pulled her thong to one side and stared, pulling his fingers out of her to trace her small red strip of hair with one finger, ramping up her pleasure by delaying the inevitable.

Finn transferred his gaze to Beah’s face, to find her watching his actions, completely turned on.

Beah lifted her hand up to his jaw, pushing her fingers into his skin to make him turn his head. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his mouth, her tongue telling him exactly what she wanted his fingers to do. She was now completely caught up in her own pleasure; she had no thoughts for him and what he needed and it didn’t matter.

Because what he most needed was to watch her fall apart in his arms, completely and utterly lost in what he could do to her.

And for her.

Beah’s pleasure was all that mattered...

And talking about her pleasure, Finn started to fully concentrate on what he was doing, sliding his finger over her clitoris and into her vagina in a slow, steady, orgasm-building rhythm. He needed more—he wasn’t sure what, so he lifted his other hand to push open the sides of her coat, impressed he still had enough blood flowing to his brain to undo the buttons of her shirt, leaving it to fall open and show a hint of her ivory bra. His tanned hand was dark against her lighter skin—and then it disappeared beneath the cup of her bra to cover her breast. Instantly her nipple swelled into his palm, demanding attention.

He aimed to devastate her control—fingers in her panties and fingers rubbing her nipple—and he was rewarded by the sound of her harsh breathing, which told him her whole world had narrowed to this moment. She was completely entranced by what he was doing to her. Beah rested her forehead against his collarbone, a gooey, melty mess in his arms, and he felt her climbing up and up, looking for her release. How was it for women? Finn briefly wondered. Did it start, as it did with him, in the base of their spine? Was it a rush, a bold, intense light shooting through their system? Or was it like a warm wave?

However it felt, he’d never seen anyone sexier than Beah looked, right this minute, her lips parted and her face flushed. Her hair was falling out of her knot, and her eyes were a deep, dark, mesmerizing gold. She looked wild.

“You’re close, Beah, and damn pretty,” Finn growled in her ear. “So very, very sexy.”

She liked the words, he could tell. He gave her some more. “I could come just by looking at you as you fall apart.”

It was the truth. He felt like he was about to blow and she’d yet to touch him.

“Finn, I need...”

“Me. You need me, doing this,” Finn muttered, pushing another finger into her and pushing his thumb against her clit. Beah moaned. Then shuddered.

“Come for me. Right now.”

At his command Beah fell, and fell, instinctively bucking against his fingers as she milked every last sensation from her orgasm. She didn’t notice he’d pulled his hand away from her breast to shove it down his own pants. He just needed one tug, maybe two and yep, he was there with her, his hand warm and sticky as he orgasmed.

Their harsh breaths bounced off the water and Finn closed his eyes.

He’d been determined to make Beah lose control but in doing so, he’d also lost his.