Finn

“Presley, I’m here,” I yell from the living room, so as not to scare her.

“In the kitchen, sweetie.”

I throw my cell, wallet, and keys on the small table next to her purse and see she’s framed another picture of us and put it here. I’m pretty sure it’s from our last trip to the winery, the weekend after Raven’s party. This time, we went with a group, but this picture was snapped when neither of us were looking at the camera. It may be one of my favorites.

The smell of garlic flows through the apartment, and my stomach growls in appreciation. I walk in the kitchen and stop dead, watching her stir something on the stove in one of my t-shirts. She’s recently showered, her hair still damp, hanging in loose waves. The scent of her body wash and shampoo lingers in the air.

Desire sizzles and spreads like fire through my veins. My dick swells and thickens, straining against my shorts. Ideas of how to get her naked and beneath me flash in my head.

Her face lights up when she catches me staring from the doorway. Sometimes, her beauty hits me so hard that I physically ache. My adoration for her runs so deep, I can’t put it into perspective.

Looking at her now, smiling at me with such devotion, and thinking about my conversation with Robbie this morning, I can’t wait. I need her now.

I stalk over and switch off the stove without a word. Her eyes flash with surprise as I lift her effortlessly into my arms. She latches onto me, framing my face with her hands, before leaning in and biting gently on my bottom lip. Our mouths fuse together, our tongues fighting for control. Urgency takes over, and it’s a race to get inside her. I withdraw enough to remove both our shirts then go back to kissing her. Silently, I thank God she is naked underneath. Her taste, her smell, and the feeling of her chest against mine flames a fire already searing in me.

I shuffle us across the room until her ass hits the edge of the table, and set her down, moving my hands to undo my shorts and strip them off. Our mouths never break contact as she scrapes her nails lightly down my chest and cups my cock. It leaps in her hand and starts to throb.

/> Animalistic hunger flows through my veins with the need to get inside her, but I force myself to slow down. One arm holds her up while the other slides between her legs, finding her wet and slick. She groans into my mouth when two fingers glide inside. Her body jolts, and she bucks her hips into my hand.

“Baby, I can’t wait. I need your pussy now.”

“Yes!” she practically purrs, pumping her hand up and down my dick.

I remove my fingers, cover her hand with my own, and lean back to watch myself slide in. My eyes lift to hers, and I almost blow at the passion and hunger in her stare. She licks her lips seductively and moves back slowly, giving me the perfect view of her tits as she spreads out on the table. I follow her down, thrusting slowly as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She arches her whole body into mine, scraping her fingers against my scalp. Her hips swivel against mine, angling me deeper. She whimpers and all control snaps.

I pound into her hard, as my mouth sucks and nips across her chest and up her neck. Her cries grow louder as I drive into her. The table beats against the kitchen wall, fueling my energy, need consuming me.

The slight sound of crackling is the only thing that slows me down, and I snatch her up as the table cracks under pressure. She doesn’t seem to notice and throws herself against me, her mouth taking mine again. Never breaking our connection, I move us to the wall and grind into her desperately, feeling the burn start to rise.

“Finn,” she breathes out, her hot breath scorching lips

“Come for me, baby. Let me hear you.”

Her muscles clamp down as my balls tighten, and we explode together. Her screams fill the room as I come so hard, my vision goes spotty. Sweat rolls down my back and chest as my heart races.

When I’m convinced my legs are strong enough, I walk us to the sofa and collapse backwards, holding her close. Our breathing comes in pants, and she rolls to the side, keeping her legs wrapped around me. I close my eyes, soaking in the feel of her in my arms and the intensity of what just happened.

Sex with Presley has always been incredible. Even when I take my time making love to her, there’s an intense connection. But this was something different. The connection was more powerful, more mind-blowing. I’ve never been that rough before, but she let go, trusting me completely.

We lie together quietly, my arms cuddling her tight.

“We need to replace the table before Winnie comes over this weekend.” She breaks the silence, drawing random patterns on my chest with the tips of her fingers. I shift her naked body, so she has no choice but to lie completely on top of me again. Then I strain my neck to see the damage.

Her small kitchen table is slanted, two of the legs splintered, and there’s a noticeable indention in the wall. I’d like to feel guilty, but considering I had some of the hottest sex of my life, it’s hard to feel anything but satisfied.

“I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow, get something more sturdy.”

“Is table sex going to be a frequent occurrence?”

“Shit, I hope so.”

She giggles into my chest and places a kiss over my heart. “Me too.”

I tilt my head down and see scruff spots all over her breasts, with small bite marks leading up to her neck. “Did I hurt you?”

“Hell no!” She smiles lazily. “Nothing about that hurt.”

“I left my marks everywhere.” I circle a finger around her nipple.