He exhales. “Sure, why not,” he grumbles bitterly. “That’s all I’ve been doing. I’m getting really good at it.”
“Are you actually pouting?” I burst out in a chuckle. “I just want to show you something, then you can fuck me like a madman, right on this couch.”
I dart to the kitchen and return to the living room with my box of photographs.
“You saw them?” Finn asks.
I shake my head. “Nope, not yet,” I say as I break the sticker seal on the box. “I want to look together.”
I’m nervous, but not for the reason I thought I would be. There’s one thing I desperately needed to get out of the summer and it lies within these pictures. It was never about Finn liking these…
It’s about me.
I open the box and dare myself to love what I see.
The pictures are stacked strategically so they tell a story. I see the studio first, black roses, scattered on the ground. I see the disturbed sheets and just my hand gripping them tightly like I’m in the throes of passion. And the first time I see my body—my legs, covered in the black stockings that rose a few inches over my knees, I gasp.
I hand the picture over to Finn, my eyes wide as I soak in picture after picture of my naked body, my most intimate parts, half covered by my hands, my hair, a rose. The look on my face in every picture is hauntingly erotic. Finn captured something I’ve never seen in myself.
Confidence.
“Finn…” I trail off as I hand him image after image after I look at them. My cheeks are burning, and my heart is thumping angrily. “Is this what you see when you look at me?”
He watches my eyes carefully as his brows furrow. “Yes. Avery, these are—”
“Amazing.” I finish for him. I want to be the one to say it. I laugh in joy and relief, proving myself to the one person who matters. “I look really, really good.”
Finn nods, examining the picture. “You look beautiful. So sexy.”
I nod in agreement. “Thank you.”
He sets the pictures I handed him on a neat stack on the coffee table. “Come on, I’ve seen enough. We can finish looking at these later.”
Actually, I want to keep going. The feeling of loving myself and appreciating the way I look is exhilarating. It’s my new addiction. But I take his hand and let him drag me up the stairs, knowing what these images have stirred up in him—a primal, lusty urge. This feels just as good…being the wanted girl.
“Closet?” I ask as we head to the master bedroom. “The big mirror?”
I watch his head shake from behind. He wordlessly pulls me through the bedroom, through the master closet, and into Dex’s bathroom. He lets go of my hand, opens the shower door, and turns on the water.
The energy between us is electrically charged. It’s like lightning struck and lingered. I stay still and revel in his masculine angst as he strips me down like I’m a doll to play with. He yanks down my shorts and panties in one pull. I step out of my bottoms obediently as he maneuvers his hands underneath my form-fitting shirt and unhooks my bra. He pulls the straps free of my arms and slides my bra out under my top but leaves it on. Then he drags me under the stream of the shower head, letting it soak me from head to toe.
He watches my shirt glue to my body, my breasts completely on display through my drenched white shirt. He peels off his shirt and tosses it on the bathroom floor, shutting the glass door behind him so we’re boxed into a different kind of wet dream.
He cups my chest delicately. “Before I met you, I swear I was an ass man. But these have converted me.” He pinches my nipples one by one before he spins me around, bends me over, and secures my hands on the built-in bench. He smacks my ass, hard. The sound is exaggerated by the echo of the shower.
“Then again,” he growls as he rubs his palm over the spot he swatted, “this gets me just as hard.” I groan when he slinks his thickest finger into my crease. “I bet this pussy missed me.”
“Yes,” I mumble.
Finn bends over me, his chest lining my back as his free hand wraps around my throat. His lips tickle my earlobe and he speaks right into my ear so I can hear him over the shower. “I’m going to fuck you like I own you, first. Then I’m going to pull you into the bedroom and make love to you. How’s that sound?”
“Mmm, good. Yes.”
He slowly pumps his finger in and out, and I spread my legs a little wider, inviting him to get deeper.
“But tomorrow, when you wake up in my arms and I kiss you good morning, I’m going to enjoy that just as much.”
“Me too,” I mumble.
He curls his finger inside of me, as he tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. “Why did I bring you into the shower, Queen? What do you think I want you do to for me?”
“Come,” I whimper. “You want me to come.”
He pulls his fingers out and rapidly flicks against my clit before he plunges back in, with two fingers this time. “No, baby. That’s not enough. I don’t want you to just come for me. I want you to explode for me.” My body goes weak and my legs start to shake as he drives his fingers into me furiously and the familiar pressure brews from the forbidden spot that I rarely allow him to touch.
“Oh my God,” I cry out as the pressure blows past the point of tolerance. I completely let go and burst as Finn roars in appreciation.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl. I fucking love how you can do that.” He spins me around, pulls his fingers out, and yanks his soaked shorts down, his erection springing free and bouncing in place. My breath is still ragged from my orgasm, and the tension in my chest only tightens as I study the perfection that is his dick.
“Finn, I want it to always feel like this. Whenever we’re together, whether we’re fucking or cuddling, I want to feel like you want me this much every single day.”
His demeanor changes. He pauses to kiss me sweetly, pulling me against him so his dick is sandwiched between our bodies, stirring an ache from deep inside of me. “It will and I do. Just tell me what you need and I’ll take such good care of you. I promise…I love you, Avery.”
I nod. “I love you too, Finn Harvey. And thanks to you, I think I love me too.”
A part of me wants to stop here. I want to spend the rest of this evening under the warm rain from the shower with Finn’s burly arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe. But his erection is twitching on my stomach, and now I need to take care of my man.
I smirk into his chest. “Now pull my hair and tell me to get on my knees and swallow the whole load. Boss me around. Pirate-style.”
He lets out a short laugh. “Dirty girl with a dirty mouth.”
Obediently, he weaves his hand in my hair and clenches his fist. I’m at his mercy as he guides me to my knees and the tip of his dick nudges against my lips.
“Look up at me,” Finn says.
He shoots me a playful wink before he wipes the smile from his face, getting fully into character.
“Open your mouth…wider…good girl.” He groans in delight. “Just like that, Queen.”
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