Deeper Than Destiny

CHAPTER 2 | Finn

CHAPTER 2 | Finn

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“Begging already?” I ask her, beyond delighted. Libby’s blazing hot to the touch and growing hotter by the second. She loves how I tease her.

We both do.

“In one,” I begin, watching her expression as I continue to explore her luscious curves, “you’re bent over the edge of my bed and I’ve kissed and teased your n*****s until you’re aching, until every time they rub against my sheets, you moan.” I pause, touching her and studying her and wanting her.

Do not f**k this up, Oliver, I tell myself and I circle my knuckle once more, enjoying her slick heat.

“Do you like me telling you that?” I ask and circle again because I can’t help myself. She’s so wet it nearly makes my eyes roll back into my head, and at my question, she grows even wetter.

She loves this too.

“Yes,” she murmurs at last.

And I reward her with another circle, teasing and teasing.

Her back arches, shoving her gorgeous breasts into the air. “I love you telling me that,” she pants. “Let’s do it now.”

“Really?” I rock my knuckle in her and nearly shout when her p***y spasms around me, needing more, frantic for more. “You want me to tease you until you ache? You want me to enter you from behind, stroking you until you’re desperate for release?”

She gasps as I stroke her, my play making her wild. Desperate.

It’s breathtaking to watch. But I’m not sure how much more I can take. My balls are actually aching now. My c**k keeps straining against the cool sheets.

“Because I’d want to take my time with you,” I continue, sliding my thumb ever so gently across her clit and willing my hard-on to chill. I’m not going to nut like some f*****g teenager. “I’ve wanted this for too long not to enjoy every f*****g second.”

It’s the damn the truth and my biggest secret and it should scare me shitless that I said it, but now that it’s out there? It feels right.

Frighteningly right.

I tap her clit once and her head thrashes back and forth against the pillow, dark hair spilling everywhere. I’m driving her out of her mind and I still can’t get enough.

“Take me fast,” she pants, arching her back so her perfect breasts sway upward. “And then take me slow. Just take me.”

That does it. I nearly come on the spot and have to close my eyes and think of baseball and golf and baseball and golf statistics to get a hold of myself. Someone far away is cursing.

And then I realize it’s me.

Libby might be under me. I might have her wet and begging, but she’s in control.

And I can’t stop my grin.

“I know exactly what I want to do,” I tell her and drop my mouth to hers, kissing her as desperately as I did before—and then breaking away. I ease my way down her gorgeous body, kissing her neck...her breasts...her stomach.

She wiggles into me, eyes sliding shut as I tug down her thong, kissing her skin as I pass. I yank the thong past her knees and fling the scrap of silk somewhere. I don’t even look.

And then I push her legs apart.

Libby gasps, rocking up in surprise. Vaguely, I know she’s staring me down and I should look up. I should smile at her and tell her something sexy.

But all my words have left me.

She’s completely open to me and she’s completely, f*****g perfect.

I run my thumbs gently up and down her slick folds and she shudders, grinding into my hands, desperate for release. It leaves me in awe.

I look up at her. “You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”

She blushes furiously, watching me as I watch her—and going wetter and wetter. I can feel her heat building against my hands, and when her hips move against me, searching for more, I know exactly how I’m going to give it to her. I lick my lips, unable to wait.

“Finn?”

I lower myself to her, mouth going straight to her heated core. I tongue her, tease her, take her straight to the edge so she’s panting my name and begging me for release. Her hips jerk toward my mouth and I know what she needs—more pressure, more touching—and I pull back.

And hold her down.

Licking her until she soaked and aching.

She moans my name once more, an edge creeping into her tone. I know Libs, pinning her down like this should infuriate her, but it isn’t. It’s taking her higher.

And I’m f*****g thrilled.

“Finn,” she moans and I kiss the inside of her thigh, watch her core clench. She needs this. Her whole body is burning. “Please,” she adds and now I’m burning too. I give her two fingers, rubbing her just right and then rubbing deeper, stroking her clit with my thumb. She grinds down on me, searching for more, and I can’t take it. I have to give it to her.

“Come for me,” I manage, my voice barely above a whisper.

She stirs, eyes heavy-lidded and more beautiful than ever. “What?”

I love seeing her like this. I love knowing I made her like this. “Come for me,” I say, lifting my voice a little now, emphasizing the order. Her eyes fly wide open and I make sure she watches me lick her up and down. “Come now,” I say and twirl my tongue around her clit.

Watching her.

It makes it even better for me—and for her when I feel her p***y clench around my fingers. She holds my gaze and it takes everything I have not to come.

“Now,” I order and arc my fingers into her.

She comes in a rush, thrashing, screaming.

My name.

My name again and again and again as I pleasure her, pushing her over, taking everything she has until she’s panting.

“Finn,” she gasps. “Oh my God.”

I laugh. That was f*****g perfect. I want it again. “Again,” I order and lick her clit.

She shudders against my mouth. “I can’t.” A ragged breath. “Not so soon.”

“Yes, so soon.” I lick her and she jerks, hips lifting toward my mouth again. I moan. She’s so f*****g perfect.

“Finn.” She’s reaching for me now and I slip from her hands, settling my tongue around her now incredibly sensitive clit. Every time I skim close, she arches off the bed. Every time I slide away, her hips follow, begging for more. “I’m too sensitive. I can’t.”

You can, I think and lick her again. Feel her melt. So f*****g responsive. I want more, but I pull back, gently biting her inner thigh as I watch emotions chase across her face: surprise and relief and...

Want.

She swallows, already dark eyes going even darker as she realizes what I can do to her.

What I will do to her—if she’ll only let me. Christ, I hope she lets me.

I skim my knuckles around her tender skin and she melts into me once more. “Again,” I tell her.

And she comes like it’s a command.