Addicted

I hadn't realized I'd said it out loud – moment of truth.

"Yes. With all of my heart." I touched his face as he dove in for a passionate kiss.

I opened myself up to him, turning my face a little to give him more room to play.

His hands moved down my back and squeezed my butt softly, kneading at it as he pressed his erection against my stomach. He broke the kiss and we both panted softly, knowing that it was beyond time to get into the house and share ourselves with each other.

"I love you, too." He kissed me again, this time softly. "Now, help me in the house and make love to me."

I smiled and moved back. "Gladly."

When we got into the house, he moved to the bedroom, sitting down on the edge of the bed and letting out a long sigh. "Damn, that was honestly exhausting. You'd think after me snowboarding all my life and working outside shoveling snow, these crutches wouldn't be that big of a deal, but they are."

Reaching for them, I put them against the wall and bent down, working his boots off as he watched me.

"It's a different set of muscles you're using, Finn. You'll get used to them, and by the time you do, they'll be gone." I moved up and kissed him as I tugged his socks off. There was an odd comfort of being in each other’s presence that let us move into doing common things for each other that I wouldn't have thought of doing for Seth. It was like we had been married for thirty years, and whatever he needed, I was ready to give it.

He pulled his shirt over his head, and then reached for mine, pulling it off of me. I wrapped him in a hug as he worked on my bra. He pulled it from my shoulders and pulled me back up against him, scratching at my back as I groaned softly.

"Move up on the bed, baby." I stood and worked my jeans off as he used his arms and good leg to push back against the mattress. His efforts caused his chest and stomach muscles to contract, and I watched intently, needing to drag my lips across him slowly.

"Like what you see, Chloe?"

I turned and slid my panties down my legs, bending over and putting myself on display for him.

He growled loudly, and I stood up, glancing over my shoulder as I tugged my hair down. "Like what you see, Finn?"

"Mine," he grumbled and beckoned me to come to him.

I crawled up the bed as he licked his lips slowly. Scooting down, he lifted his hips, pushing his jeans down, and I moved in to do the rest.

"You're so fine," I whispered and brushed my cheek along the side of his arousal, kissing the head of his cock as I moved up his body.

He stiffened and let out something like a whimper as I drug my tongue from the center of his stomach up to his neck. His hands pressed on my back and I flattened myself against him, enjoying the warmth of his flesh against mine.

"I could stay like this forever. You're so far beyond perfect. Why do you want me?" he asked as he turned his face toward mine and stroked his hand over the curve of my ass over and over again.

"Because you're every fantasy I've ever had. In the bedroom and out of it." I pressed my hands to his chest and sat up, shifting my hips forward and pressing back against his dick as it rubbed along my wetness.

He groaned loudly and pushed hard against my hips, impaling me on him.

"Oh my God," I moaned and let my head fall back as he latched onto my hips and lifted me enough so that he could jerk up and down, fucking me from below.

"I needed you so bad, baby," I said. I used my body in a way that left me able to take control from him any minute, but completely subservient to what he wanted.

He laid back and released me as his breathing got off kilter. "Whoa. Just a minute. We need a condom. Grab one from beside the bed."

I pulled off of him and got the condom before crawling back onto him and straddling his stomach, facing away from him. I worked to get the condom on as he leaned up a little and licked at my back while his strong fingers squeezed the thick curves of my hips and rear.

"Fuck me this way. Please." He pushed at my lower back, and I looked over my shoulder.

"Anything you want," I said.

"I want this." He cried out as I took him inside of me.

I leaned back and pressed my hands to his chest, digging my nails into him and lifting up, working him slowly as I tried to ignore the building pressure he caused inside of me.

His hands pawed at my back and ran over my shoulders as his hips met mine thrust for thrust. I made love to him with my heart, moving in the ways that had his breath catching and whimpering loudly to let him know how good he felt inside of me.