Amelia

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

I didn't know when I'd decided to sleep with Fin, but I knew what would happen when I pushed the call button for the elevator.

My mind scrambled for a way to breech the subject. Perhaps I would just seduce him? But how did a girl seduce a man? It seemed obvious, and yet when I tried to imagine myself doing all those things, I cringed and flushed all over. And I could hardly just come out blurting "Let's have sex."

Yeah, I'm sure that'll set the mood.

The doors pinged open and Fin led me inside with a warm hand on my lower back. I felt the warmth spread further, warming regions of my body I'd only ever warmed alone. Fin pressed the button for his floor, and then there was a moment of silence, our eyes meeting, hearts racing.

We reached for each other at the same time, my hands bunching up his dark hair while fist wrapped around my waist. Our bodies were molded together, my breasts pushed hard against the steel of his chest. My tongue fought for dominance with his, twisting, stroking, tasting, until it was clear he was the winner. He explored my mouth with a fervor that left my knees weak and my core aching.

The elevator doors pinged again and we both snapped away from each other. It was just in time, too, as an older gentleman clambered into the carriage. He hadn't been paying attention, too busy cleaning his spectacles, which gave me a moment to quickly pat down my rumpled shirt. It was no use, however. Fin's hair was mused where my fingers had been tangled and I was sure my lips looked as bruised as they felt. We got off on the next floor, muffling our laughter as the man muttered about the indecency of today's youth. We were still laughing as we got to Fin's door, but as soon as the key was turned, my laughter died down.

Suddenly shy, despite what had happened moments ago in the lift, I entered the room timidly, Fin shuffling in behind me. I looked around at the familiar barren living room, particularly at the black couch that I knew was more comfortable than it looked. Was that where...?

Should I just push him back onto the couch and...?

Fin's presence pushed up behind me, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck. My breath hitched, then I let out a shaky moan at the feeling of his lips trailing along my shoulder. I wanted to turn around, to wrap him in my arms, but I didn't want him to stop, either. Fin pulled at the collar of my shirt, exposing more of the skin of my shoulder to his sweet torture. I felt his teeth nibble at the edge before his tongue came out to soothe the sting. My knees went weak as the sensation shot straight to my nipples, puckering them against the harsh fabric of my bra. Fin wrapped an arm around my waist, supporting me after it was clear I'd lost the strength to stand. His hand was spread out across my lower stomach, so close and yet so far from where I needed it to be.

"." The words were whispered against my skin, and although I had no clue as to their meaning, my heart thudded at the sound. I gasped his name, suddenly breathless. Fin spun me around so I was facing him. His large hands grasped the tops of my arms, holding me in place. As if I would go anywhere else.

"Ost min, I need...I can't... I have to know that you want this. Do you want me to stop, ost min? Because if we go any further..." Fin's eyes raked down my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I panted, feeling the flames lick across my breasts and my core most voraciously. "I will not be able to stop. I want you, ost min. I need you."

I threw myself onto him, crushing my mouth to his, tangling my fingers in his hair. My lips dragged across his cheek to his ear where I bite gently on his lobe, blowing cool air as I spoke. "Take me. Please."