Melt Me(13)

His hands shifted and slid under her ass. He came up on his knee and hammered into her until she was screaming again as the erotic sensations tore through her and he did make her come again. He kept fucking her, giving her exactly what she’d wanted all along—more.

“I’m going to have to build up a tolerance,” he said before another groan fell from his lips. “Your pussy feels so good. Christ, you’re going to make me come.”

She rocked her hips against him, keeping up with his frantic pace as her cunt clutched him tight. When that first tremor rocked his body, she squeezed him even tighter.

“Oh fuck. Yvette!”

He was close, she could feel it.

“Come inside me, Finn. Fuck me harder and come inside me.” It was a wonder she could get the words out because she was having trouble breathing. Her heavy panting filled the room, along with Finn’s grunts of pleasure. She used her hips and cunt to get him a little more worked up.

When his body started to shake, she said, “Yes, Finn, that’s it. Fuck my pussy until you come. Come inside me.” She felt her own orgasm build again. The prickly sensation, the taunting pressure, the exquisite tension. “God, Finn. You’re going to make me come again.”

“Ah shit!” He thrust deep into her and she felt his cock pulse and throb as he climaxed, his body convulsing all around her.

He pushed a little deeper and it was Yvette’s undoing. “Yes!” She cried out. “Oh Finn! Yes!” Her hands gripped his shoulders and they both rode the waves of ecstasy. Her inner walls constricted around his cock, holding him inside her body. Her hips rolled and rocked, stealing every ounce of pleasure his body gave hers.

Finn didn’t collapse on top of her, but he was close enough that he could kiss her. His mouth pressed to hers for the briefest of moments before their lips parted and his tongue delved inside, kissing her passionately, hungrily. As though he couldn’t quite get enough of her. She prayed that was the case, because she clearly couldn’t get enough of him!

When they finally came up for air and her orgasm ebbed, she said, “Now I’ve been thoroughly fucked.”

Finn groaned. “I didn’t even make it past the first position.”

She smiled, unable to resist gloating. “We have all weekend to appease your creative mind.”

“And suddenly overactive libido?”

“Guess we’ve got the right chemistry.”

He nodded. “Explosive chemistry. Jesus… I could fuck you all night. Just need a breather in between.”

“You won’t hear any complaints from me.” This time, she kissed him.

When they were both a bit steadier, Finn climbed off the sofa, tidying himself up before configuring his last shot. Yvette didn’t have to move an inch. Her leg was still bent at the knee alongside the back of the sofa, the heel of her shoe resting in between the cushions so it didn’t poke through the material.

Finn stacked four ice cubes—smaller than the others, but still bigger than regular cubes—on her bent knee. One on top of the other, though the second and fourth ones were turned at an angle for a more arty effect.

As he snapped the photos, she asked, “Why’d you choose four poses, stopping at four ice cubes? What’s the significance of that number?”

He set the camera aside and told her, “We met four years ago today. In Central Park. You were wearing a turquoise-colored dress that did the most amazing things for your body. Jesus, those legs…” He shook his head as he whistled under his breath. “You were licking an ice cream cone that was melting fast in the heat. All I could think about was how incredible that tongue would feel on my cock. And I was right.”

She sat up, making the carefully balanced ice cubes topple over. Staring at him, a bit dumbfounded, she said, “Finn Griffith. You hopeless romantic.”

He laughed. “Hardly! I wanted to fuck your brains out. But,” he said with a sigh, “the timing always seemed to be off between us. And then this week, I just… I don’t know. I woke up a couple of days ago and it hit me. Four years. And I’d yet to make a move on you. I couldn’t let another four days go by let alone four more years.”

Yvette stood, albeit on shaky legs because her knees had gone weak at Finn’s admission. Her high heels didn’t help either. She ran a hand over his shoulder and down his arm. Her fingers twined with his as she said, “You’re right. Sometimes it all just falls in line.”

She smiled up at him. He smiled back.

“I do adore you,” she told him.

“Right back at you,” he said with a wink. Then added, “Now pack a bag, doll. “Let’s go get it on at the Ritz.”