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“Wow…” Finn dropped his head back, his chest rising and falling with slowly steadying breaths. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair and looked down at you, still on your knees in front of him. Sheepishness was written all over his face. “That was…” He swallowed, casting his eyes up to the ceiling. You blushed, amazed and endeared at how quickly Finn could switch from total innocence to the perfect whore and back again.
“Good?” You hoped, sitting back on your heels.
Finn let out a tiny laugh. “Amazing.” He grabbed your arm and gently tugged it. “C’mere…”
You rose high enough to kiss him, placing your hand on his waist. You could feel the heat coming off of his gorgeous freckled cheeks. The kisses you shared with Finn were always loving, but the ones he gave you then were slowly growing more and more heated.
He wasn’t quite finished, you realized.
Finn forced himself to break away for a moment, already breathing heavily. “You should…” He shook his head as if clearing his thoughts, his hair flopping in front of his eyes. “You should definitely come up here.” He smiled at you, and there was something cunning about it. Your stomach flipped and a smile crossed your lips as Finn took your hand, pulling you onto the bed with him. Stumbling slightly from the force of it, you laughed as you hopped onto the soft mattress and leaned in to kiss him once again.
Letting out a quiet, happy hum, Finn reached up to cup your cheek. He had big hands, nice hands, and you’d admired them many times before. It was lucky for you that he worked with his hands; it gave you the chance to watch closely, at least until he giggled, blushed, and asked what on earth you were doing staring at him like that. With what little time you were given, you were able to see the tendons in his hands flexing as he snipped and watered and lovingly arranged his flowers. His nails were well-kept, save for the times they were dirty from gardening. He painted them every now and again, and he knew you loved it. That day his fingers were tipped with a deep green, drawing attention to his hands and making you wonder, with a shiver, what exactly they could do.
Finn felt your shiver and pulled away, his face still close to yours. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” you promised, smiling. “Keep kissing me?” He didn’t hesitate, pressing his lips to yours once again.
He smelled just like roses.
After a long moment (not long enough), he leaned back once again, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. “I have an idea,” he began. “But I need you to, uhm… take your pants off.” Finn looked unsure for a moment, but you were more than ready. You shot up, making him laugh, and began to undo the button on your pants.
“Wait-” Finn corrected himself suddenly. “I… I want to do it.” Another surge of excitement and anticipation shot through you and you stepped towards him. You’d purposefully taken your relationship slow, assuming that Finn was far more innocent than he was. But you were head over heels for each other, and he’d made it clear how badly he wanted you. This, you realized, was long overdue, and his attempt at taking control thrilled you.
Finn carefully dug his fingers into your waistband, slowly tugging it down over your thighs, and your underwear followed. He paused, letting out a shaky exhale, and stared for a long moment. You squirmed, realizing just how embarrassed he must have been when you did the same to him before.
“Goddess, you’re gorgeous.” Finn leaned forward and pressed a kiss just below your stomach, and once again you understood his earlier predicament. It was all you could do not to buck your hips into his face. You had to speed this along.
“Are you just going to kiss me, ooorrrr…?”
Finn chuckled. “Sorry. You asked for it, you know.” He guided you back to the bed, inviting you ever closer to him. He scooted to give you room, then placed his hands on either side of your hips to guide you closer. “I want you…” He bit his lip, hesitant. “I want you to sit on my face, okay?”
How the hell could someone say no to that?
You nodded emphatically, bringing a satisfied expression to Finn’s face. Falling back onto a sizable stack of pillows (Finn’s room was nothing if not cozy), he quickly motioned you toward him. Something about him was growing desperate, and you felt more needed with every passing second. As soon as you were close enough, Finn put his hands back on your body as if he couldn’t possibly keep them off. You moved closer until you were positioned above him, straddling the air above his face.
“You’re sure I’m not too heavy?” you asked, suddenly nervous. “You’ll be able to breathe?”
“What?” Finn laughed as if the questions were utterly ridiculous. “Sunshine, it’s okay. You’re not too heavy.” He licked his lips, eyes running over you. “Honestly, I don’t even care if I can breathe.” With that, he pulled you down onto his face.
Everything Finn did, he did with his entire heart. When he excitedly spouted flower facts to you, he waved his hands in the air for emphasis on every other word. When he was in the kitchen making the two of you tea, he hummed to himself, nodding his head to a beat only he could hear. He always made sweeping, dance-like movements as he prepped tea bags and hot water. Every action he made followed the song in his heart.
This was no exception.
Finn welcomed your body with zeal. He buried his face between your thighs, working his tongue in a way that drove you mad. You let out a low groan as if a burden had been lifted from your shoulders and reaching down, you entangled your fingers in his hair. In doing so, you drew a moan from Finn’s throat. The sound tickled, making you gasp. Encouraged, Finn went harder.
Placing his hands on the tops of your thighs, he pulled down, increasing the pressure on your arousal. You shuddered, then yelped as he gave a hard suck, shooting shock waves of pleasure through your body. The sounds were absolutely filthy, and you loved it. The room already smelled like sex, and the scent of it was almost too much to bear. You tightened your grip on his hair, trembling in ecstasy.
Suddenly you realized Finn’s attack on you had slowed, and he was making an insistent tap on your leg. You released him and quickly moved to allow him the air you assumed he was desperate for. Concerned, you looked down at him and were instantly weakened by the sight underneath you.
Finn’s face was flushed and smeared with god knows what. His lips were puffy and parted, drawing tiny gasps of air between them. The hair hanging by his forehead was damp with sweat, and the rest of it was haloed around him, flying every which way. For a moment, you forgot how to speak.
“Are you okay?” you finally asked, breathless.
“Fuck my face,” Finn begged.
You did not need to be told twice.
Lowering yourself back onto him, you were wholeheartedly welcomed with another moan from him. It was all you could do not to fuck him into the mattress, and you forced yourself to start slow. You rocked your hips against his mouth, which was still working so hard to please you. He wrapped his arms around your thighs again as if strapping himself in. Little by little, you picked up the pace. One hand found its way back into Finn’s thick hair, while the other one supported you as you leaned back, giving him full access. Finn continued to excitedly work his mouth and tongue until your speed grew too fast to keep up.
It was so good. He was so good, staying quiet and behaving as the mattress rocked beneath you. And the sounds, oh the sounds the two of you could make together were heaven and sin combined. You looked down to see him clutching you tighter than ever before, his eyebrows furrowed in overwhelmed excitement. Your lower body began to tighten and your movements grew sloppier; your orgasm was coming on fast.
And god, he looked so sweet like that.
You heard and felt him whimper again and again, his tiny cries growing louder every second. Through your haze, you realized he was cumming without even being touched. The realization sent you over the edge, shocks running through your body as you came. Pure electricity shot through your very core as your orgasm went on and on. Gasping for breath, you finally went limp, still feeling the soft area between your thighs twitch and throb.
You moved away from Finn, who still wouldn’t take his hands off you as he too began gasping for air. “Fuck!” His voice was tiny but full of feeling. You would have echoed the sentiment, but you hadn’t yet recovered your voice. Instead, you released a satisfied sigh as Finn sat up, chest heaving as he looked at you with affection painted all over his face. You smiled, melting for him all over again, as he leaned in to kiss you once more.