His hand slid up my throat, curling around to the nape of my neck. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled me forward until our lips collided. I kissed him back, the familiar taste and feelings sending explosions through my body. He still kissed just like I remembered, and I didn’t think it was possible, but he tasted even better.
I moaned into his mouth, giving him the opportunity for his tongue to find mine. We made out slowly, our tongues gently sliding against each other as his hand twirled my hair at the back of my neck.
My body was buzzing. Every single fucking nerve ending was alight as it responded to his touch. It knew, it god damn knew, and it was begging for him.
Finn broke the kiss, pulling back just enough so he could speak. His forehead rested on mine as his hands found my hips.
“We shouldn’t. I should stop...”
I could hear the pain in his voice, his own body fighting against his mind.
If there was one thing I had learned lately it was that happiness was fleeting. And that we should grab onto it whenever we could.
I pushed my body against his. “I don’t care. Please... I need you.”
Apparently, that was all it took to ruin Finn’s self control because the next thing I knew, I was staring at the ceiling as Finn carried me out to the living room. I let out a laughing yelp as my back hit the couch.
Finn stood at the end of the couch near my feet, watching me as he pulled his shirt off. My eyes traced his sculpted body as my own ached to touch him.
Well, fuck. My body might remember him, but that sure as hell wasn’t the body on Finn that I remembered.
No complaints though. None.
He covered my body with his as he leaned over me, his muscular forearms on either side of my head as we gazed at each other. My heart was racing but surprisingly I felt no more nerves. It felt like the most natural thing... two old familiar souls coming back together. A second chance.
Finn closed the distance between us, capturing my lips in his again as his body rubbed against mine. I hooked my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Not sure if Bonnie and Clyde ever had a harem but they sure enjoyed having a friend between them.
My fingertips stroked his back, my nails leaving small marks as they traced down towards the waistband of his jeans. As I tugged at the taut material, he pulled back looking at me for approval.
“Are you sure, Har? Because now that I’ve tasted you again, I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go.”
I lifted my arms above my head, motioning for him to undress me. His hands expertly lifted the cotton shirt from my body, flinging it somewhere towards the coffee table.
“I’m sure, Finn.”
His lips quickly captured mine as his hands worked frantically to reach around my back to the clasp on my bra. I arched my back, giving him as much access as I could and I gasped into his mouth when the garment came loose. His hands immediately grabbed my breasts, gently squeezing them as his fingers and thumbs teased my nipples.
I whined as I pushed into him, desperate for more and I let out a surprised moan when he stopped kissing me to instead latch onto my breast. His warm mouth closed over my nipple, his tongue sweeping the pink tip as it swirled around.
My hands grabbed his head as I held him against my chest, my hips pushing up into him desperate for friction. One of his hands reached down between us, grabbing the top of my sweatpants. I expected him to start pulling the cotton down but instead he slipped his hand inside, his fingers caressing my slit through my underwear.
“Fuck,” I groaned, desperate for him to touch me more. I pushed my hips into his hand, silently pleading for him to touch me skin to skin but he instead pulled back. He removed his hand from my pants at the same time his mouth withdrew from around my hard nipple.
“Finn,” I panted, reaching for him. His hand quickly enclosed around mine and pinned it next to my head.
“Patience, Har. I might not be the most patient person either but I’ve waited years to have you again, and I refuse to rush it. I want to make sure I still feel and taste you tomorrow.”
My hips pushed into his hands as they grabbed the tops of my sweats and underwear and pulled them down over my thighs until they were on the floor. I swallowed as I laid bare in front of him, watching his face as he leaned back to observe me.
“Fucking hell, Har. You’re still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Finn’s eyes reminded me of warm honey, the sparkle in them as he traced my curves with his hands and eyes. I whimpered as his hands ran down the outside of my body, stopping at my mid thighs before gently moving in between my legs. His hands pushed up my thighs, slowly pushing my legs apart exposing me.
I was so obviously ready for him. His fingers grazed the top of my inner thighs, his index finger teasingly reaching out to brush against my slit. I hissed, trying to push into his hand. Thankfully, he didn’t tease me any longer and I threw my head back as his index and middle finger gently slid inside of me.
He groaned in unison with my own moans, his face scrunched up in pleasure as he slowly fucked me with his fingers. My hips drew up, rocking against his hand as I met his pace. His thumb caressed over my clit and I cried out, pleasure building inside my body.
Finn continued his movements, his fingers picking up speed as my moans got more desperate. I could feel my orgasm fast approaching and I reached up, grabbing my breasts as I squeezed them for relief. His thumb continued to stroke around my clit, and just when I was nearing my peak, he pinched it between his fingers, setting off a wave of pleasure. I screamed as my orgasm ripped me apart, my body arching into Finn before falling flat onto the couch.
“I hope you’re not done yet, Har. Because I’m just getting started.”
I watched as Finn unbuttoned his jeans, the top falling open to give me a glimpse of his ‘V’ line. I reached out to grab his pants but he captured my hand again, this time leaning down as he flattened it against his chest.
“My heart has always beat for you. I never stopped loving you, Harlow.”
Finn leaned down, crashing our lips together before I could respond. I was faintly aware of him pushing his jeans down and kicking them off but I was too preoccupied with his mouth to take notice.
He hovered over me, our mouths never leaving the other’s and I gasped into his when I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. He silenced my gasp with his tongue, his hips pushing into mine at the same time his tongue entered my mouth. I moaned, clenching around him as he burrowed himself deep in my heat.
His hand curled around my neck, holding my head still while he kissed me. His other hand wrapped around my thigh, holding me open as he began rolling his hips.
There were no other words to describe it except for the damn cliché. Finn was making love to me, and I could feel it in the way he kissed me, the way he touched me, the way he fucked me...
I wrapped my own hand around his neck, as my injured arm held onto his firm bicep like a lifeline. I felt his muscles twitch beneath my nails as our hips collided with each other in rhythm.
Together we moved, our bodies rocking into each other. I have no idea how long for as time stopped completely while we stayed in the moment, reliving the familiarity of each other’s bodies.
I could feel my body tightening as my second orgasm grew, and my hips pushed up, breaking the pace as I desperately sought out my release. Finn caught on quickly, his hand letting go of my leg as he reached between us where our bodies were joined, his finger finding my clit and stroking it. I kissed him hard as I felt the start of my climax hit, my body spasming around him as I cried out into his mouth.
Finn groaned and his fingers dug into my neck as his hips pushed into me harder, his own release catching him suddenly as we came together.
I opened my eyes to watch him, fascinated by the pleasure that took over his face as I made him come undone. I loved it – and I realized very easily that it wasn’t the only thing.
“I love you too,” I whispered, my hand stroking his sweaty cheek as he lay still on top of me.
He cracked his eyes open to look at me, his caramel orbs observing me in the moment.
“I promised you forever when we were 15. And I meant it, Har. And now that I’m back, I’m never leaving you again.”