Give Me Love (Finn Harries)

Chapter 29

(A/N): I’m super sorry for my 2 day hiatus! I was only told that afternoon that I would be going somewhere without any wi-fi or 3G. I hope this smutty chapter makes up for it (although it probably won’t because it’s really shit and a little on the short side)! Love you guys xx

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Finn’s hand travelled up and down my thigh the whole taxi ride from the train station to my flat, leaving me insanely sexually frustrated, in more ways than one. Finn could tell it too, by the cheeky smirk playing on his lips and the dark, lusty look that had crept into his eyes. He was trying to drive me wild with desire, and he was incredibly successful. So much so, that by the time that I had dumped my keys in the key bowl and triple checked that no one was home, I pulled him into a fierce lip lock.

With my legs wrapped around his waist, our lips still firmly connected, we stumbled blindly through the place that I had come to call home until we reached my room. He teased me, dancing his fingers along my bikini line, tingles rushing down south as we parted momentarily to rip the majority of our clothes off and dump them in an unwanted pile at the foot of my bed. Fully fledged passion and desire couldn’t even begin to describe what I felt towards Finn at that point in time. “Tease,” I muttered sharply, kissing him once more. He smirked, hungrily removing what little clothes I had left until I was down to my underwear. His lips attacked the soft of my breast, making my toes curl in pure pleasure. I bit back the moans gathering at the back of my throat as I curled my fingers through his mop of hair, grabbing desperately at the chestnut locks.

"You’re so beautiful, Olive," he breathed softly, tracing light kisses along my stomach and hipbones in a manner that made me realise just how important that man was to me. Shallow gasps passed my lips as he moved quickly, my underwear disappearing quicker than you could blink. I was itching for the pleasure he could give, and just as I was about to say something, his tongue burrowed into me, shocks of pure desire travelling up and down my body as I arched my spine. Moans and cuss words tumbled from my tongue, growing louder and louder in accordance to my mounting lust. I heard a plastic packet rip and I knew, without even looking, what was to happen next. I felt him slowly push against my entrance, and within seconds, I was moaning his name with every deep, lust-flooded thrust. My lips found his again, hungrily. I felt the familiar feeling of my belly heating, my muscles tensing, and I knew all too well what that meant.

One last loud, exasperated 'Fuck' from Finn, and I knew exactly what he meant. His thrusts grew sloppier and sloppier by the second, and we reached our climaxes in unison, our bodies rocking together.

Slick with sweat and still gasping, we heaved our unclothed bodies on to my bed, our eyes connecting at once.

"I love you, Finny," I mumbled softly, and somewhat shyly.

"Then move in with me," he replied simply yet firmly, placing a chaste kiss to my lips.

"Alright," I said. No thinking through, no planning, just doing. It seemed to be a fairly popular game plan as of late. He grinned, and I mirrored it, wiping an excess bit of sweat from my brow. "But you will go back to university, right?"

He nodded, “Of course. I just want to spend time with you before you-“

"About that," I said abruptly. "Maybe I shouldn’t go. Maybe I should stay. Well, only if you want me to-"

I was interrupted with a long, grateful kiss, and I got the sense that the answer wasn’t no. “It would make me the happiest man alive if you would do that.”

"It would?"

"Of course it would, Liv. I love you, more than life itself, and if you could stay, nothing would or could ever make me happier." His thumb brushed gently along my cheekbone, widening my smile and deepening my blush with his powerful words. "Unless you married me, of course."

"Finn, I thought we discussed this-"

"I know we did, Liv. I wasn’t saying now," he huffed. I could tell immediately that it was what he truly wanted. Maybe it was that I would eventually have to go back home, and he didn’t want anybody interfering. Maybe. It was always hard to know what he was truly thinking, what with all the mixed signals he was constantly shooting me.

"I love you, Finn. Isn’t that enough?"

"Look, can we just drop it?"

So we did. We sat in slightly uncomfortable silence, having just had a conversation about marriage, immediately after sex. Anybody would concur that it was a slightly awkward topic of conversation, especially considering our age and how long we were together. Despite that, I couldn’t help but sense the nagging feeling that I would eventually give in, just as usual.