Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
“I’ve been wishing for this night to happen for the last few days.”
His words forced my eyes to leave his hand and meet his gaze. “I have too,” I softly spoke. “More than you know.”
He moved closer, lifting me into his arms again and carrying me to our little makeshift bed. He gently placed me down, and I moved across the mattress while he crawled over me.
“I can’t wait any longer, Finn. I need to feel you deep inside of me.”
His mouth was on my neck again, moving up to the sensitive skin under my ear. One of his hands held him barely above my body while the other slowly ran over my body.
Arching my back, I silently begged him for more.
“I can’t get enough of you, Rory.”
My eyes closed while I let his words settle into my memory. I needed to remember every moment. “Don’t make me beg, Finn.”
He chuckled before he ran his tongue along my neck and down to my nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he gently bit down, and I moaned in pleasure. When he slipped his fingers inside of me, I nearly jumped off the bed.
“Finn! I can’t take it.”
“Do you want me inside of you, Éan?”
“Yes,” I hissed out as he moved his fingers faster, taking me right to the very edge of orgasm.
“Yes. Please…I need you now.”
His eyes searched my face while his knee spread me open to him. The tip of his erection pressed between my legs, where he teased me for a few seconds before he slowly pushed inside of me as he pinned my hands over my head.
A long, soft moan slipped from my lips while he moved ever so slowly in and out of me and his mouth explored my body.
“Oh God, Rory. Feels so perfect. So amazingly perfect.”
If my head hadn’t been spinning in pure delight, I might have been able to speak. The only thing I could do was revel in the feeling of Finn buried so deep inside of me I was sure we would stay like that forever.
The familiar buildup slowly moved through my body before it settled between my legs. Wrapping my legs tightly around him, I called out his name. He let go of my hands and cupped my face. His eyes captured mine as he pushed in and his whole body trembled against mine.
I burned the moment into my memory. Forever remembering him whispering my name against my lips.
Finn
Camping, Finn style
The sound of Rory’s soft breathing should have lulled me to sleep, but instead it kept me awake. My mind raced over the last few hours. Something wasn’t right; I could feel it in my bones. She refused to talk about what her father had said, even though she’d cried herself to fucking sleep in my car on the way here.
A small whimper escaped her lips. I drew her in closer to me and held her tight. She immediately settled back into the rhythmic breathing pattern.
Burying my face in her hair, I took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “I love you, Rory. I’ll always love you.”
She grabbed my arm and softly replied, “Finn.”
My mind raced for another hour before it finally settled, and I drifted off to sleep with Rory safely in my arms.
My eyes snapped open, and I was greeted with the most stunning blue eyes staring back at me.
“Good morning, Éan.”
With a smile, she leaned in and kissed my lips. “Do you have any idea how cute you are when you’re sleeping?”
Pinching my brows, I asked, “Cute? You describe Flash as being cute. Not the man who made passionate love to you last night in a tent.”
With a giggle, she nodded. “That’s true. How about if I say handsome?”
“Handsome I’ll take. Cute not so much.”
Her smile grew bigger. Leaning closer to her, I kissed her. “Morning breath,” she mumbled against my lips.
Rolling her onto her back, I pressed my cock to her entrance, then slowly worked my way inside of her. She moaned when I kissed her again. Her hands laced through my hair and her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. Arching her back, she took me in deeper. The feel of being inside of Rory was one I would never get used to. It was like a drug. The more I experienced it, the more I had to have it.
We reached our orgasms together, silently whispering each other’s name. Every time with her felt like the first time.
Once I stopped moving, I leaned my forehead against hers. “My new favorite place to be is inside of you.”
Her eyes glassed over with tears. “That’s my favorite place for you to be too.”
With a smile, she asked, “You didn’t happen to stash me a change of clothes, did you?”
“I did. I wasn’t sure what to bring, so I brought everything you had at my place.” I winked and slowly pulled out of her. Reaching for a towel, I quickly cleaned myself before I gently took care of her.