I arched my hips forward and jerked back in rhythm with his deep thrusts as he softly pinched my clit.
"I want to feel you come," he whispered against the wet skin of my neck, and as if he'd already gained mastery over my body, it responded to his desire.
I let out a guttural cry and came hard. He coached me through it, his words commanding and voice so deep that I lost myself in it. His other hand moved up to cup my throat and he lifted a little above me, hitting a spot inside of me that caused pleasure to pulsate each time he thrusted.
"Oh my God," I groaned and rocked against him, never wanting the moment to end.
"Come again before we go get in the bed." He pinched my nipple and brushed his fingers back and forth over my clit as he worked himself in and out of me hard and fast.
It didn't take long before I was crying out again, tears filling my eyes at the intensity of emotion that flooded me alongside the orgasm. He didn't stop until I dug my nails into the side of his thigh and pulled forward, pressing myself to the wall as I shook.
"God, you're hot. I love how willing your body is to take pleasure from me." He pressed himself against me, his cock fitting perfectly between the curves of my ass. He rocked himself against me, the slick hot skin of his chest rubbing over my back, his hips over my rear.
I reached back and gripped his head, scratching softly as I turned to watch him out of my peripheral vision. "You're incredible."
"You've not seen anything yet, baby." He nipped at my lips and moved back, tugging at my hand and pulling me toward the bedroom.
My legs shook something terrible, but with the bedroom only a few feet away, I made it and sunk down on his bed, moving back and awaiting his instruction.
He moved over me, his body glistening as the moonlight brushed through the window behind us.
I reached up and ran my hands over his beautiful chest and shoulders before pulling him down and tracing the ropes of taunt muscles in his back.
Finn lifted to his elbows and pressed back inside of me as he brushed my hair away from my eyes. He pressed soft kisses along my face as he made love to me slow and deep. The smell of our lust rushed up and wrapped around me, and I groaned and moved my legs up, wrapping them around his narrow waist and brushing my heels across his ass and lower back.
"I'm falling in love with you, Chloe. Tell me to stop. Please." He kissed me sensually, and I clung to him. The lust mixed with the concern in his voice was the perfect rendition of the same warring emotions inside of me.
"No, please don't stop." I sounded needy because I was. My fingers moved from his back to slide over the sharp swell of his ass as he thrusted over and over again. I scratched his taut skin and licked at his neck, sucking softly and then pressing my teeth into him.
"I'm gonna come if you keep that shit up," he panted and rocked against me harder.
"Come. I want to bring you over the edge." I tightened my legs around him, and forced him to look at me as he lost his rhythm and pumped into my body with fervor.
He closed his eyes and lifted his chin as he locked in place above me, crying out loudly.
I took control of our sex and worked him as best I could from beneath him, needing to watch him come undone. He cried out again, and I came from the intense pressure and deliciously hot sound of him taking what he needed from me.
He pressed his lips to the side of my neck and slid his hands between me and the bed, cupping my ass and continuing to work me until I was limp with exhaustion.
"So good, baby. So insanely good." He pressed his lips to my ear to whisper his praises before tucking his face against my neck again and collapsing.
We laid there for a few minutes with him resting against me. I ran my fingers through his wet hair and over his back. I couldn't help but kiss the side of his face a zillion times with the message that our love making sealed the deal for me. I was lost to him and too scared to say anything about it. I hoped that my actions would scream as loudly as his words had.
How ballsy and brave of him to tell me that he was falling in love with me. He was my perfect match. The man I'd dreamt up. The one with good looks, yes, but more so – the one that had his own dreams and yet would still support mine.
Jessie had been right all along. I was going to fall in love in Aspen and never come back.
With the stark realization that my future wasn't in California, everything shifted. I stiffened as tears burned my eyes, the emotions buzzing through me almost too much.
Finn lifted his face, and kissed the side of my mouth, his eyes seeking answers to my sudden change in disposition.
"You okay?" He ran his fingers through my hair and shifted off of me, turning to sit up and then moving back down beside me. I pulled myself against him as he lay on his side.
"Yeah. I'm way better than okay." I turned my head to watch him.
"You sure? You look like you’re overthinking this." His eyebrow lifted and I reached up, running my finger over it a few times.
"I am, but that's just me."