“Please, Finn.” She moaned and her legs clasped tight around the spatula.
“If I want you to touch yourself, I’ll tell you. Otherwise, your pleasure is mine to control.” He gathered her hair in his fist and pulled her back. “Do you understand?”
She nodded.
He removed a sleeve of condoms from his back pocket and placed it on the counter. He’d come prepared. He’d known the night was going to end up in a tangle of limbs and sweaty bodies.
“You expecting guests?” She peered over her shoulder at the long strip of packets.
“Just you and me…and a whole lot of amazing sex.”
He undid his belt and released the zipper of his jeans, pulling out his erection. When he was sheathed, he teased between her legs, rubbing his cock across her folds. She moaned when he pushed a tiny bit inside.
She was the perfect height—the four inches of her boots made his final destination easy to access. And the faster and harder he’d be able to fuck her.
He pushed in deeper, loving the feel of her heat molding and forming to accommodate him. When he was buried to the hilt, he stilled. The reality of the situation had set in and excitement nearly overwhelmed him. He was here. With Veronica. Balls-deep inside her sex. Heat spread through his cock and his heart thumped ten times its normal speed. This was his every fantasy come to life.
He placed both hands on her ass cheeks, kneading the supple skin, and began to thrust. Each time he pulled out, he smacked his hand down on her bottom. The crisp slap of flesh against flesh and her cries of passion echoed through the kitchen.
He continued his assault on her core and ass cheek, and each time he touched her she trembled and tightened around him, throwing her head back in ecstasy. The muscles in his neck grew taut as he strained to keep himself from exploding. Because that’s all he wanted to do. Explode all over her hot, red bottom. But she would come first. He would make sure of it. He would not allow their first time together to be a letdown for her.
He grasped one of her legs and lifted it, changing the angle of their union, and she cried out in appreciation. “Yes, just like that.”
He thrust harder, faster, gritting his teeth, keeping his focus, wanting to give her an orgasm she’d never forget. Ever.
Suddenly, her entire body contracted, and she screamed, “Yes, yes. God, Finn, yes!”
Her sex clamped onto his cock with such force he slammed his fist on the stone counter just to keep himself from going off.
“My God,” she groaned, her breaths coming in gasps. She dropped her forehead onto the granite countertop and she laid her palms flat against it.
He smiled. Tiny whimpers escaped her lips as he continued his thrusts. “My turn,” he gritted out.
He pulled out and whipped off the condom. In a sexy move, she tucked her cheek to her shoulder and stared at him, puzzlement peeking from beneath her look of pure satisfaction. Her eyes widened at the sight of him stroking his own cock. But it was the hungry swipe of her tongue across her bottom lip that set him off. With a grunt, he released, the product of his pleasure hitting the tender pink flesh of her ass.
Leaning forward, he planted wet openmouthed kisses up her back. When he clamped down on the flesh between her neck and shoulder, she groaned. A few more of her moans and breathy whimpers and he’d be ready to go again.
He used a kitchen towel to clean her bottom. The cream-colored fabric was a stark contrast to the red splotches covering her ass from his spanking. When she was clean, she whirled around in his arms and surprised him with a seductive kiss. What was once limp stirred to life.
He grabbed her and lifted. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her toward the staircase, but the little vixen had other plans. She slipped her hand between their bodies and massaged his length while taking his mouth in a hard kiss. Her nipples cut like glass against his chest through the thin layers of the apron and his T-shirt, and when she bit down on his bottom lip, the stinging pleasure sent a spasm straight to his cock. And to his brain.
He pulled away from her kiss, letting his head fall forward to rest on her collarbone. But they were far past the point of no return. They had already leaped, plunged headfirst over the cliff, and there was no going back.
A twinge of guilt nagged in his chest. Was this the right decision?
“Finn?”
She put her hands to his cheeks and lifted his head. When their eyes met, he was bowled over by desire, appreciation, and—dare he believe?—love. He knew she loved him, in a big brother way—that he knew for sure. But for the first time, the warm tingle of something more burned its way from his cock to his heart. But he shook it off. They couldn’t give each other what they needed. And in the end, that’s what mattered most of all.
He leaned in and kissed her, hot, sweet, and thorough. “I just needed a second.”
Stepping forward, he lowered her to the dark wood of the staircase. He knelt and pressed his mouth to her belly as he pushed open her thighs. Moving south with his kisses, he made eye contact, loving the heavy-lidded look of lust she wasn’t ashamed to show him.
He loved how she luxuriated at his touch. She settled back against the wooden risers, holding out her arms and gripping the edge of the stairs as he moved down her body, letting his fingers flutter down the length of her legs. She moaned the more he grated his stubbled cheek against her skin. She put her hands on his head, grabbing his hair for balance as he licked the crease of her thigh. She shivered more and more, the closer his mouth came to the spot he knew must crave his tongue. Her blatant need for him was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen.
When he finally found the hard bead of her clit, she lifted her hips, urging him, pleading with him.
His tongue licked a long line up her folds as he grasped his hands tightly around her hips. He quickened his movements and latched his mouth over her sex, sucking until she teetered on the edge of pleasure.