Amelia

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

"Fin, I didn't find any package out there." I shouted through the dark apartment while throwing my coat onto the rack. When we'd finally managed to tear ourselves out of Fin's back room, Fin had picked up some sort of take out while I'd attempted to straighten up his messy shop. He'd then asked if I could go into the apartment's mail room and look for some package he'd received today. Despite my best efforts, I hadn't found even a letter, let alone a package.

"Fin?" When there was no response, I poked my head into the kitchen. No sign of Fin.

Where did he go? The apartment was dark, but as I looked, there was a flicker of light coming from underneath the bedroom door.

"What's up- oh, my God." Fin was perched on the bed, naked, with a pizza box laying open in his lap. Candles were lit on the tables, but they were nothing compared to the bright smile that lit up Fin's face.

"Hungry, ost min?"

I laughed. "Are you saying you didn't have enough back at the shop?"

"When it comes to you, ost min," Fin grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the bed, tossing the pizza box to the floor. I peeked over quickly, not surprised to see that it remained closed and right-side-up. "there is never enough."

Fin's hands found their way to the hem of my shirt while his lips traced a line from my jaw to my neck. We separated for a moment to shed my top and then his tongue laved its way to the valley between my breasts, licking and sucking until I was sure the entire patch of skin was marked. My nipples poked through the fabric of my bra, threatening to tear holes in it. Fin pulled one into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue, while his fingers entertained the other one. Pulling, licking, sucking, tweaking; each pass over the buds scrambled my brain. I buried one hand in Fin's hair, nails raking through his tresses, while the other hand dug into the skin of his shoulder.

I felt like a dog in heat, panting and scraping to get closer to that pleasure peak. All he was doing was licking my breasts, tweaking my nipples, and yet I was soaked. I felt as if I could explode just from his attention alone.

"Fin, please...I need..." I squirmed, trying to produce friction in the place I needed it most.

"I know exactly what you need." The words were spoken on a growl. Fin threw me back on the bed. I bounced once before his thick arm came over my midsection, pinning me down. Fin's tongue circled my navel while his hands dragged my jeans and underwear down my legs. I kicked, wanting to get rid of any barrier between us. As soon as I was as bare as Fin, I pulled him up and attacked his mouth with my own. My hips pulsed against his as I grinded on him, hot and wet and ready. Fin tore his mouth from mine.

"Not yet, ost min. First, I taste you." My answer was a groan, bubbling up from the back of my throat as a gush of heat poured from between my legs. Fin kissed his way down my body, pausing only for a moment to pay some attention to my breasts. Finally, finally, he made it to where I needed him the most.

"Fin pleas- oh, God." It was the last intelligible thing I said. His tongue laved at my center, licking and twisting in my folds. He nipped at my bud, eliciting an embarrassing squeak from me. He thrust a finger inside, then another, stretching and scissoring his fingers while his lips payed special attention to my most sensitive part. His fingers curled, hitting that spot, and I wailed loud enough to rival a banshee, shaking my head side to side as the current inside my crested, peaking in an explosion of colors and feelings.