Chapter 10: Skin to Skin

I have no idea if I am or not. I can't feel anything besides what he's doing to me, but I don't want him to stop. "Yes."

"Good, baby. Lean back a little and enjoy the show." Finn's hands move down my body both gripping the top of my sweat pants. A single finger traces the area where the fabric meets my skin, causing it to break out in goosebumps from the delicate touch. As his fingers come together, his hand slowly moves underneath the material, moving down my body before it comes to rest on the top of my hip.

One hand pulls on the drawstring hem as his other moves lower. Finn moves slowly, giving me time to stop him. I don't. My hips lift up allowing my pants to slide past my hips, but stopping once they've cleared Finn's hand and hit my knees. I guess I'm going to look the other way while Finn steals third.

I settle back into the couch cushions. Finn's fingers flex on my thigh pulling my leg over his. I'm now open to his hand's exploration —— a fact which spikes my nerves. With another quick movement, I tug on Finn's hair again, pulling his face up to mine. Our lips meet and as his tongue thrusts through, I attempt to move my body closer to his, desperate for the skin to skin contact, but he stops the movement.

Moving his hand down, his fingers ease between my legs. I clench in anticipation and a small chuckle leaves him forcing us to abandon our kiss. His fingers move deeper and he pushes one against my underwear. He traces my covered opening with the tip of his finger and my hips jump up, pushing us closer.

My underwear are soaked as Finn continues to lightly rub his finger back and forth around my clit without making actual contact. I stare into his eyes willing him for more, but the playful tilt of his lips expresses his amusement at our little game.

I remove one hand from around his neck and try to smooth it down his body to reach the bulge in his pants. Finn's free hand clenches around my back and I'm stopped with a small shake of his head.

"Not tonight," he stalls me and I move my hand back to his hair. The hand he had between my legs moves up my body until two fingers rest on the bottom of my lip. Finn inhales deeply and his smile grows. "Perfect."

The fingers trace my bottom lip in smooth and slow movements. "Suck," he directs, "I want to watch you taste yourself." Both fingers go in my open mouth. I close my lips around him and suck hard, not willing to disobey a command. I never expected my sweet Finn to be hiding this dominant sexual side to him, but I couldn't be happier he was.

"Fuck. Yes." He removes his fingers and trails them down my jaw line, to my neck, then lower between my breasts, around my belly button and back between my legs. "I'll have to reward you for being such a good girl." His mouth clashes against mine and my lips are just as hungry for him.

His palm flattens against me the base of his palm hitting my clit with more pressure. His palm begins to circle, not moving position, but increasing and decreasing the force of where I feel him.

Two fingers begin to rub from both sides slowly stroking my opening, but not entering. I buck against him in an attempt at silent communication to urge him forward. His movements increase, and I inch closer to release, but I need more to get there. The drive to finish is all I can think about as shivers of pleasure course through my body.

Finally Finn's fingers move inside me and he begins to rub me in the right area in quick flicks. His palm glances against my clit in rhythm with his fingers. The sensation is exactly what I need. My body begins to hum and thrash under him.

Finn moves his body closer using his weight to keep me under control from the jerks I can't stop. His fingers move faster as his head lowers to my chest again. His mouth and tongue kiss and skim my nipples. He bites and tugs. The small flash of pain is what I need to set off my orgasm, and I go stiff as each wave runs through me. Finn's name sounding through a moan.

As I float down again, my world comes into focus. Finn beams and watches from his position next to me. Quite honestly he looks a little smug and that makes me laugh. My response lightens the mood of the room.

"Holy shit. That was ..." I can't end the sentence. It was astonishing, spectacular, the best. Words don't seem to be enough.

"It was fucking remarkable, Aspen," Finn's head moves up again. He removes his hand from between my legs, dragging the fingers across my clit one last time before he brings them to his mouth. His eyes focus on me while his tongue reaches out and licks at both fingers before he sticks them in his mouth with a moan.

God. The action is simple, but my body arches to him in its need for more contact. I want to give him more. I wiggle under him and move toward his jeans ready to make sure he's as pleased as I am. His erection visibly pushes against his zipper. I want to lick and taste him. I've never been so turned on and ready to do this.

Finn grabs both my hands halting my progress. "Not tonight. Remember?"

Me and my stupid earlier, not-so-turned-on self. What was I thinking? "I've changed my mind."

He moans with despair and his rough jeans rub against my overly sensitive skin as he groans again then laughs at my pleading tone. "No. I promised. Tonight was about you."

"But—" I can't believe he's turning me down.

"Oh trust me," he says as his emerald eyes make me a promise, "we're gonna do that. Just not tonight." He's started to lightly rub a finger on the underside of my breast. I'm not sure he's aware of it until he looks down and swiftly removes his hand. "Now I'm going to go home and have a fucking long cold shower."

"You don't need to," I plead with him some more.

"Oh yes. I do." He presses a quick kiss behind my ear and then moves away to stand by the couch.

I'm quick to pull up my sweats and follow him to the door, unable to remove the dreamy look from my eyes. "You're really leaving?"

Finn stops and gives me another slow kiss on the lips. "Yes," the door opens and he steps outside. "I'll see you tomorrow, Aspen Adams."

Then he's gone. Just like that. I've had what can only be described as the most erotic experience of my life and he's gone. As I close the door behind him, I worry about what that means and whether we just broke Rule 9 of my lease agreement.