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Finn continued to use the head of the dildo to rub her outer
folds, then press just a hair into her pussy, then stroke her lips again.

Balancing herself on one arm, she reached behind her and grabbed
a bare cheek, pulling on it to spread herself wider for him.

“You know you want to fuck me with that.”

His gaze lifted from her ass to her face. He grinned.

Clearly he wanted her to beg.

“So do it,” she said. “Make me come.”

He pushed the tip of the dildo an inch inside her body,
twisted it again then pulled it out. “I have every intention of making you
come.”

The way he was toying with her made her hotter. He pushed
in, twisted and pulled out one more time, the teasing becoming erotic torture.

“For God’s sake, Finn.” She caved. The way he devoured her
with his eyes, the way he teased her with the fake cock. The way he promised
sexual bliss without saying a word was enough to make her give him exactly what
he wanted. So he’d give her exactly what
she
wanted. “Stop playing
around and fuck me already. You know I want it, Finn. Give it to me. Fuck me
hard and make me come. Please!”

He groaned. “That’s exactly what I want to do.”

The flash of heat and lust in his eyes told her he was
talking about fucking her with
his
cock, not the fake one. But he didn’t
remove his briefs. Didn’t put away the dildo. Instead, he eased it farther into
her wet cunt, then pulled it out, then eased it back in. A slow, steady rhythm
that made her breathing pick up.

“Oh yes,” she said, needing to have her pussy filled. “Fuck
me, Finn.”

The crystal cock stroked her inner walls, going deeper each
time he slid it almost out before pushing it back in. The pace was a sensual
one, heightening her arousal, making her even wetter.

But also making her want more.

“Faster, Finn.”

He shook his head. Continued the slow, steady rhythm he’d
set. Each time the dildo slid out, then plunged back in, her body jerked. Her
stomach quivered. Her breasts swayed.

Finn’s free hand rested on her ass and he moved it downward
so his thumb reached her anus. He rubbed the small hole, then pressed into it,
driving her even wilder.

Yet Yvette wanted more.

“Fuck me hard, Finn.
Please
.”

Her nipples grazed the soft satin below her as she rocked
her hips, meeting his strokes, but also trying to pick up the pace.

Finn did the crazy twisting thing again and she cried out
from the pleasure that rocketed through her body.

He groaned, as though he was as turned-on as she was. Proved
that was the case, actually, as the crystal cock thrust into her, a little
quicker this time.

She released her grip on her ass cheek, needing to steady
herself with both forearms on the sofa as Finn’s strong strokes rocked her
body. Her palms flattened against the cushion and her head dropped to the backs
of her hands as he fucked her.

“That’s it,” she whispered. “Faster.”

His tempo turned to double-time.

“Oh God, yes,” she muttered between low moans and endless
whimpering. The sensations mounted inside her, growing stronger and more
vibrant. She was wet and hot and dying for more. “Fuck my pussy, Finn. Make me
come.”

She grabbed the edge of the sofa cushion where it met the
arm, gripping it tight to keep her steady as she shifted her weight and freed
her other arm. That hand slid down her belly to her clit, which she rubbed
vigorously as Finn pumped the crystal rod in and out of her cunt.

“God, you’re making me so hard,” he said. He let out another
one of those sexy growls, which made her toes curl in her shoes.

“You’re making me crazy,” she shot back. “I’m so close…”

“You want more?”

“Yes!”

He put a little muscle behind his quick pace, working her
feverishly as he turned the long, full strokes into short, plunging ones that
kept her cunt filled. The head of the dildo rubbed her G-spot, sending her into
a sexual tizzy. She abandoned her clit-rubbing, in need of holding onto the arm
of the sofa to stabilize herself against the frantic onslaught.

“Oh God, Finn. That feels so good. Fuck my pussy. Oh God,
yes!” She came with a sharp cry as he hit all the right spots and the beautiful
sensations he evoked exploded inside her like a twenty-foot wave crashing onto
the shore. She could barely breathe, just clung to the arm of the couch like it
was a life-preserver, as wave after wave of sensation rippled through her.

She was barely cognizant of Finn withdrawing the dildo from
her body. Her eyes were closed, but she heard his bare feet on her hardwood
floor as he padded out of the room, likely heading toward the bathroom. Or the
trash, as he’d threatened earlier.

Maybe she should tell him she didn’t want him to toss her
toy. So he was planning on fucking her this weekend, but what about the next
weekend? And the weekend after that? She may need that dildo, after all.
Though, admittedly, she’d never get as much pleasure out of it as she’d just
gotten from Finn.

Holy Christ, he’d fucked her good.

When she heard him return to the room, she opened her eyes.
She still clung to the arm of the sofa, her head resting along the top.

Finn grinned at her over his shoulder as he returned the
dildo to the drawer. He must have washed it off for her. How sweet.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice a bit raspy. The
post-orgasm euphoria still coursed through her, keeping her aroused.

“Thought it might come in handy sometime,” he said with a
wink.

She relinquished her hold on the sofa and rolled onto her
back. She needed a shower. Maybe a nap. But her body still hummed with
excitement and anticipation. She still wanted Finn. On top of her. Beneath her.
Behind her. Inside her.

She groaned. “Jesus, Finn. You are the World Champion of
Foreplay.”

“What can I say?” He returned to the ice chest. “You inspire
me, doll.”

She grinned at him. “You have very sweet pillow talk.”

“Didn’t really take you for the type who’d like it.”

“Just seems right with you.” The thought made her stomach
flip. Maybe she was getting in over her head. Was this the real reason she and
Finn had never hooked up? Because they both knew it wasn’t going to be some
quick roll in the hay? A little groping and a fast fuck followed by a bullshit
line like, “Hey, that was great. We should do it again sometime.”

Everything was working out beautifully tonight and that had
to mean something. That they’d needed to be at the right place at the right
time with each other, not just geographically speaking. Also physically and
emotionally.

Were they finally on the same page with each other and
that’s why this was turning into one of the best nights of her life?

Because, admittedly, she was loving every single minute of
Finn’s visit. She wasn’t thinking about work or her deadlines. In fact, she was
perfectly happy to spend the entire weekend holed up at the Ritz with him. A
thought that would have made her panic had he brought it up a few weeks ago.
But lately, she had to admit, Finn had consumed her mind. She’d fantasized
about him. She’d taken every single one of his calls recently, no matter how
busy she’d been, instead of letting them go to voicemail, as she usually did
when she was up against a deadline.

Had their four years of flirting and wanting each other been
the
real
foreplay? A prelude to tonight—a night that had been worth
waiting for?

And she wasn’t just talking about the sex…

As Finn directed her back into the position she’d been in
before they’d gotten sidetracked, she wondered if he was as ensnared as she
was. Rolling onto her stomach and giving him the curved back he’d requested,
her feet in the air again, she wondered if Finn’s thoughts had run the way of
hers. Had he reached this same point, a little ahead of her, and had known it
was time to act on it?

Was that what all the calls and texts of late had been
about? Were his more-frequent-than-usual communiqués leading up to this moment?

She thought about what he’d said earlier, when he’d told her
he’d been trying to come up with a new body art mural, but hadn’t been able to
think of anything other than her.

Hmm
….

It was a lot to consider and Yvette found that she hoped her
ruminations were dead-on. Because she was ready to start something with Finn.
To move past the friend stage and the super-flirty emails and the witty
exchanges at Body Scenes. She’d been dying for more tonight and it wasn’t just
sexual fulfillment. She wanted a relationship with Finn.

“You ready?” he asked as he retrieved three cubes from the
ice chest.

“Yeah,” she said, still a little surprised by her epiphany,
surprised she wasn’t just talking about the ice and continuing the photo shoot.
Though the former truly was a refreshing sensation on her hot body.

Finn placed the cloth along her spine, followed by two cubes.
He stacked the third one in the center of the two that formed the base. He
searched around for her panties, which she’d obviously kicked off the heel of
her shoe during that last wild ride she’d taken with Finn.

Locating them, he dangled the lacy material from her
stiletto and then went for his camera.

“What kind of a look do you want this time?” she asked.

“The exact one you’re giving me. Like you’ve just been
thoroughly fucked.”

She sighed as her gaze landed on the erection behind his
very sexy black briefs. “Not quite
thoroughly
.”

Finn groaned. “You’re making this so much harder than I
imagined.”

“The shoot or your cock?”

“Both.”

Yvette smiled. “Serves you right, the way you’ve been
teasing me all night.”

“Teasing you?” he said as he snapped a few shots. “I haven’t
left you high and dry, babe. You’ve gotten off twice already and I’m still not
done with you.”

Excitement shot through her at his words.

Finishing up, he tossed the three cubes by way of all the
others. Yvette rolled onto her back, not caring about the water that had
puddled on her skin. The moisture felt good combined with the satin sheet. She
ran a hand from her collarbone to her stomach, her fingers gliding along her
dewy flesh. Her nipples had to be setting some sort of world record for staying
so hard for so damn long.

“What’s next?” she asked Finn, her body tingling with
anticipation.

“Next,” he said as he stood beside the sofa. “I want you
just like that. Only rest your head on the arm of the couch so your hair falls
over it and down the side. I need you to bend the leg that’s along the back of
the sofa. I’ll figure out what to do with your arms later.”

He stared at her as she sprawled across the large sofa,
stretching her body out, then fanning her hair along the arm.

“Like this?” she asked.

He grunted. “Yeah, just like that. Except…” He took hold of
the leg closest to him and pulled her thighs wide open. His knee sank onto the
sofa cushion, again in the vee she created, and he leaned toward her. “You’re
just too fucking irresistible.”

His hands eased up her sides, then inward as he palmed her
breasts. He squeezed them, massaged them, played with the nipples. When he bent
his head to her and took one tight peak into his mouth, she let out a small
cry. Her fingers twisted in his thick, slightly damp hair as his tongue curled
around her nipple, then flicked it.

“Suck it, Finn. Suck my nipple.” He did, causing fire to
roar through her body. The ice be damned, she was nothing but a raging inferno
tonight! “Now the other one, Finn. Suck it hard.”

As he did as she asked, the pad of his thumb stroked over
the nipple he’d abandoned. The taut bud was slick and it slid between his
finger and thumb as he pinched it while suckling the other one.

Yvette writhed beneath him. She was unbearably hot, especially
with Finn’s body hovering above hers. She liked having him between her legs.
Wanted to feel the full weight of him on her, their bodies pressed together,
legs entwined.

But she didn’t protest when he shifted slightly away from
her, his mouth moving from her breasts to blaze a trail down her stomach to her
mound. His fingers parted her outer lips as his tongue targeted her clit.

“Finn.” She sighed. His mouth felt heavenly on her body. She
lifted her hips as he slid a hand around to her backside and cupped an ass
cheek while he went down on her. His tongue stroked her folds and flicked her
clit before he sucked gently on it, making her hips jerk upward, effectively
pressing her more firmly against his mouth.

He licked her pussy with quick strokes and occasional
suckling that had her barreling toward an orgasm faster than she could say
“make me come”. The words never made it out of her mouth.

Finn pushed a long finger into her cunt and she came. “Oh
God!” It was just as wonderful as her last two orgasms, but it had happened so
fast, it’d taken her by surprise.

Finn grinned up at her. “That didn’t take much effort.”

“Oh shut up.” She laughed. “Yes, you are extremely good at
eating pussy, okay? I shall never knock your prowess, but don’t expect me to
blog about it.” As if she’d advertise this man’s sexual skills. She wanted him
all to herself!

That thought did not alarm her the way she once thought it
might.

“I told you,” he said. “You inspire me.”

“Are you inspired enough to fuck me?”

The wicked glint in his chocolate-brown eyes gave her the
answer she sought.

He moved off the sofa and stripped off his briefs. He took a
long swig of vodka and dragged the back of a hand across his perspiring
forehead, then went for a condom in her goody drawer.

Finally
!

Yvette was
this close
to jumping for joy.

He returned to the sofa, balancing himself on one knee
between her parted legs. His fingers wrapped around her calf and he lifted her
leg so it rested against his shoulder. With one foot firmly on the floor beside
the couch, he had the right leverage to lean over her, the head of his cock
pressing against the opening of her wet cunt.