He set her down on the bed gently, never moving his mouth or lessening the pressure of his lips. Once she was settled, he moved both of his hands up to the back of her head so he could continue his tongue assault on her mouth.
After a few minutes, Finn lowered his hands, rubbing them down Emma’s shoulders. His fingers found the hem of Emma’s top, and he pulled back long enough to strip the T-shirt over her head.
Emma lifted her arms, making his task easier. Once the shirt was gone, she unclasped her bra and removed it from her body. Finn sighed when he caught sight of her round breasts and the small, pinkish nipples that jutted out from the center of them.
He cupped them reverently. He’d seen most of her before, the tiny bikini she wore at the boat show left little to the imagination. This was more than he could have ever hoped for.
Finn brushed another kiss across her lips before lowering his head so he could taste one of her pink rosebuds.
Emma jerked when she felt his tongue make contact with her nub, gasping as she arched forward. Finn opened his mouth, sucking her nipple into his mouth as he splayed his hands across her back to bring her closer.
He grazed her nipple with his teeth, causing Emma to moan as she rubbed her hands over Finn’s head. “Oh, God,” she said. “Oh.”
After ministering to both of her nipples for so long he thought he was going to lose his mind, Finn finally pulled away. He stood and yanked his own shirt off.
Emma knew he was built. The reality in front of her was something else altogether. His chest looked like it had been carved out of granite, broad shoulders leading to a bare chest, leading to eight-packed abs, and finally tapering to a narrow waist. The only hair she could see was the brown fluff that poked out from the top of his jeans and led down … down to what she really wanted to see.
Emma reached forward and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper down so she could reach inside.
Finn flinched when he felt her fingers brush over his throbbing length. She was eager, inquisitive. He didn’t want any fabric to stand in the way of her curiosity. He tugged his blue jeans down, kicking off his shoes and leaving his pants in a pile on the floor next to him. He shed his boxer shorts next, finally revealing himself to her in his entirety.
Emma sighed, reaching out to brush a feather-light touch across the head of his member. Then she wrapped her delicate hand around it, impressed with his robust size and girth.
Finn groaned. He loved the feeling of her hand on him, but if she didn’t move it soon, he would spill his load before he got to the core of her being – and that was the last thing he wanted.
He shifted his hips, grabbing her wrist. “If you keep doing that, this is going to be over before it starts.”
Emma reluctantly released him.
Finn moved his hands down to Emma’s jeans and unsnapped them. Emma lifted herself up, letting him shimmy the tight fabric down her hips, watching as he dropped her jeans on the floor next to his.
Finn went for her panties next, slipping them down her thighs and relishing the sight of her wondrous center as it was exposed to him. Finn knew – never in the past, never in the future – had anything so beautiful ever existed.
Finn climbed onto the bed next to Emma, pulling her down next to him. Their mouths found each other again, their hands roaming across flesh, ceaselessly exploring. Finn let Emma take the lead, sensing she somehow needed the control.
Emma pushed Finn over onto his back, moving her thigh over his waist so she could straddle him. Before she could get too comfortable, Finn pointed to the nightstand. “Get a condom.”
Through her fevered haze, Finn’s words barely registered, but Emma did as she was told. She found the box and pulled out one of the wrapped discs, handing it to him.
Finn opened the condom, his hands shaking slightly. He secured it in place, and then returned his fingers to her hips so he could grip her as she lowered herself onto his length.
She was tight, so tight. Finn gasped when he felt her warmth envelope him. He fought the urge to help her, to shove all the way home. This was her night. He would let her go at the pace she desired.
Emma pushed herself down, sliding over him, crying out when he gained full entry. Both Finn and Emma stilled for a moment and then, wordlessly, started moving together.
Emma rose and sank on top of him, planting her hands on his chest for leverage. Finn reached his fingers over so he could stimulate her pleasure bud, rubbing it in a circular motion as she rode him.
Emma cried out when she came, stiffening on top of him as relief claimed her. Finn moved his hand so he could steady her hips, pumping into her from below. His own orgasm washed over him quickly.
Emma dropped down, resting her head against his chest, her heart pounding. Finn tightened his arms around her back, pulling her as close to him as he possibly could. Sleep found them not long after but, sometime in the night, they woke together and coupled again.