Finn kept it up, slow and easy with the most indecent things, and kept asking what she liked and whether it was the right spot and how much she wanted. It built and built and built until Lauren hovered on the edge of flying apart, holding on to him as the only anchor to reality, and then the pressure increased and his fingers slid against her and she shattered.
She held tight to his head as her hips bucked, as the moan she unleashed rose until no sound escaped, as pure pleasure raced through her like lightning. He kept moving, kept licking and sucking and nibbling, even though she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything butfeelas another crest approached. Another tsunami of need and heated relief raced up and overwhelmed her.
Lauren lost any sense of where she was or what existed in the world around her, other than the warm weight of the man between her legs. She moved against him, thrashed, struggled to stay in control, and eventually just…gave up. She let the tidal wave carry her along and surrendered to the intense throbbing pleasure as her muscles clenched and seized.
The sensations retreated slowly, fading instead of stopping, as Finn eased off. Lauren panted, stars dotting her vision, and struggled to get her shit together. She’d never felt anything like it. She hadn’t even imagined, in her wildest dreams, that such a thing was possible. Overwhelming and intense and just…holy shit.
“Well, that’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Finn said, chuckling with a warmth that made her skin prickle.
She wanted to stretch and roll around and luxuriate in that sound. She wanted to feel every inch of his skin naked and pressed against hers. Which was tough to achieve when she still wore a sweater and he still had his pants on. Every part of her had relaxed, leaving her not quite sleepy but…languid. Like her brain finally dropped into low gear and almost silence, and she didn’t care what else happened.
Finn slid up her body, his hand flat on her stomach, and kissed her shoulder. “Gorgeous.”
And he pulled the sleeping bags and blankets up over her. Lauren stared up at the ceiling, puzzled, then turned to look at him. Wasn’t he going to…?
She caught his arm before he moved away. “Where are you going?”
He glanced down at the obvious bulge in his jeans. “Uh, was going to take a personal break.”
Lauren’s cheeks heated. What the hell? She gestured at her naked lady busines. “Why?”
“I don’t want to pressure you,” he said.
Lauren managed to keep her voice steady, even though she wanted to wobble and thank him for being an actual good human being. Even if he turned into a bear. She figured any hint that she questioned him or sleeping together would result in Finn hightailing it to the back of the cabin. So she reached for his jeans, getting distracted by the smattering of dark chest hair that trailed down and disappeared behind the button. “You’re not.”
He groaned softly and caught her hands, bringing them up to kiss her palms and wrists and fingers. “Babe, I really, really want you. But only if you’re sure.”
Maybe she’d have to take his pants off all the way and reach in to grab him before he’d take her seriously. Lauren sat up to work the zip, which was easier said than done considering the size of his hard on. “I’m really, really sure.”
He sucked in his stomach to help her out and give her more room. Her heart thumped faster when she finally got him mostly undressed, and when she paused, Finn stripped the sweater off her too. She tried not to grin and squirm as he stretched out over her, bumping his nose against hers before kissing her. Finally. It really was a good way to stay warm.
FINN
He deserved a fucking medal for his restraint. Eating her out had been the kind of feast he dreamed of, and watching her in the throes of her orgasm had been fucking glorious. But it hadn’t been easy to keep from immediately burying his cock in her. If she’d been anyone else, anyone less important to him, it would have been an easy choice to push for more, to assume he could take the next step. But this was Lauren. She was at the center of his soul; he want her questioning his motives for a damn second.
Which meant he faced a very cold wank in the back room after she stretched and murmured and looked like a tasty fucking treat after her third or fourth climax.
Except she looked at him with those wide doe eyes and reached for his jeans and said something about wanting him. Then it was an eternity of holding his breath as she struggled to get his pants off and he finally took that goddamn sweater off her, and the only things between them were his briefs and her bra.
Finn stretched out next to her, stroking her body from hip to breast and back, squeezing and petting and worshiping every inch. He took his time with her breasts, too, once he got thatfucking bra out of the way, and could have spent most of the night teasing her nipples and watching her expressions change when he used his teeth.
Lauren’s hand slid against his briefs, though, as her back arched and she gasped when his free hand slipped between her thighs. Finn groaned when he found her still wet and needy, and even more when her soft fingers closed around his cock. Fuck him. He might die. He might actually fucking die if she kept up the tentative, slow stroke.
And he’d fucking die if she stopped, too.
Finn squeezed his eyes shut to focus. He was going to unload all over her hand if he didn’t get his shit together. She wasn’t practiced at handjobs, that was for sure, but that just made it more difficult to stay in control. The tentative, slightly hesitant stroke, the breathy way she murmured to him, shifting her weight and trying to find a different angle…
He groaned again and eased away so the cool air would knock some sense into him. “Hold on, babe. You’re getting me too fired up.”
Lauren lay back, the firelight casting shadows and turning her into some kind of moon goddess. His moon goddess. The bear heartily approved. Finn leaned to retrieve a couple of condoms, just to have them close. “You look gorgeous.”
“You’re too far away,” she whispered, and held out her hand.
He was lost. Fucking done for. Stick a fork in him. He’d never put a condom on so fast in his life.
He tried to move to her side, find a position she was comfortable with, but she moved her hips so he lay between her thighs and her knees pulled up against his sides. Breathing grew challenging. Damn near impossible.
Her core radiated heat. His cock slid against her and his fists clenched the mattress by her shoulders. Finn fought the bear for control. He didn’t want to unleash the beast and just pound intoLauren like some regular lay. But with her in front of him like that, her legs spread in welcome, her trust in the way she left her throat exposed…
