He slid them off along with his underwear, and I felt his hardness outside of me, waiting for me to give him the go-ahead.
"Please," I begged.
"You don't have to beg me. I will give you anything you want. Every piece of me if you want it."
"Good, because I fucking need it," I whispered, and grazed my fingernails down his back.
He entered me slowly, and I gasped with sweet satisfaction.
"You're so wet," he whispered in my ear.
"You do that to me," I said.
Wanting to take in every inch, I urged him deeper and pushed my body into him. His movements were slow, in and out. The whole experience of it all was still new and foreign, and I never wanted to forget the way he felt inside of me, making me feel so damn good.
I moaned with satisfaction as his movements quickened. I was kissing him and coaxing him to lie on his back. He didn't argue with me, even though I really didn't know what the hell I was doing. All I knew was that I needed to be in control. I wanted to rock his world.
He placed his hands behind his head and watched me with a smile as I straddled him, my legs squeezing against his hips. I sucked in a deep breath as I slowly guided him inside me. I gasped and sat perfectly still. Gently, I grazed my hands across his stomach muscles, then bent over and kissed his mouth. With every movement I made, I felt him. I began rocking my hips in small circles as Finnley tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth. His hands guided my every movement, until roaming to my nipples. When he pinched, I moaned.
I grabbed onto the headboard and slid up and down him more frequently with long strides. When his hands found their way to my ass, he squeezed and moved along with me. I reached behind me and interlocked his fingers with mine, forcing his hands above his head as I continued to ride him. Then I leaned back and let his hands guide my hips on top of him. I moaned his name as he hit spots I didn't know existed.
As my orgasm built, Finnley continued to make me feel so fucking good. Each movement became deeper, wilder, and more aggressive. Together we moved with one another in a rhythm that made my head spin, my muscles tighten, and my upper thighs tremble.
"That's it, baby. I can feel you tightening. Come on me. We can come together," he whispered.
I moved more forcefully on him, and he pushed himself deeper into me. After a few more deep thrusts, the orgasm pulsated its way through my body, shifting my world. Then Finn came and filled me with himself; we were buckling with one another, experiencing the ultimate release and satisfaction together. I felt I had been ripped from my body by the overwhelming emotions that coursed through me as I toppled on Finn's chest with him still inside me. Our rapid breathing steadied, and I couldn't focus on anything: not on Finn, or myself, or the fact that I was fucking him in his bed, or that I had agreed to live with him. I had lost myself in pure sexual bliss, and I didn't give a shit that I barely remembered my own name.
A few minutes passed, and I slid off of him. He held me in his arms, and I heard his heart beat slowing to a steady pace. Fucking Finnley Felton fucked with my feelings, now I couldn't get rid of him. And the truth of the matter was, I didn't want to. If someone had told me six months ago that my life would lead to this exact moment, I would have never believed it.
"Oh." I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. He smiled.
"I almost forgot to mention, you owe me $800,000," I said.
"For?"
"For my V-card."
He actually scoffed. I rested my head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around my body.
That's right, time to pay up, beyatch.
"So I assume you want it in singles? Shall I make it rain?"
"Whatever you want to do."
"On a more serious note, what do you want to do today?"
"You," I said.
He laughed and then we laid in silence for a while.
"I've been meaning to ask you a question for some time now."
"Okay?"
"Why did you strip in my office so willingly? Or agree to sell your virginity? Normal, logical people don't do things like that. You're a smart intelligent woman, and it seems out of character, almost unrealistic in a sense."
"Sometimes a person does something just to do it. I don't understand why that's so hard to understand. I was in a new city. Truth be told, I was tired of fitting in the fucking box. Before I came here, I was predictable prude Jennifer. I didn't want to be the same person I was in Texas. I wanted to be someone different with someone different. Sometimes people take chances for the hell of it. Good enough answer for you?" I purred.
He lifted an eyebrow. "But you already had everything you needed. What did you have to gain?"
"The real question you should be asking me is what did I have to lose?"
No response. I had caught him off guard. I loved that.
"I'm going to take a shower, then I'm taking you shopping. Your winter wear is drab."
"What if I don't want to go shopping?"
"I don’t think you have a choice," he said.
Some things would never change.
Four
While Finnley showered, I dressed. As naughty as I was, I walked back into the kitchen, pulled the sweater dress over my body, and zipped up my boots. Hair, although a little wild, would stay exactly how it was. I wanted to wear our sex throughout the day.
Finnley wore a pair of tattered jeans and a black t-shirt with some odd circle arrow design on it. Designer, I knew it had to be, but other than that, he looked like a normal twenty-nine year old. No suit, tie, or expensive shoes. Just jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt. I smiled at how good he made plain look.
"Like what you see?"
"Hmm. Let me think about that," I said.
His strong body pressed against mine. He reached over my shoulder and grabbed the keys to V from the counter. The warmth and smell of his clean body made my breath catch.
"Of course you do," he said.
I followed him to the garage, and we got in V and closed the doors at the same time. Finnley backed out of the driveway, and we were on our way. The soft leather conformed to my body, and I sunk into the seat. Sprinkles hit the windshield, but the rain didn't stop Finnley from weaving in and out of traffic. Not much stopped him from doing what he wanted.
When we arrived, he asked me different questions about my style.
Style, what the hell was that?
He decided he would be dressing me, since I had no clue what I wanted to wear and didn't have a preference. Department stores, malls… wow. Today would be interesting, nonetheless.
A cute young woman, no older than nineteen or twenty, greeted us. Finnley described what he wanted, down to the different types of fabrics, and listed designer names I had never heard of. She led us to the back of the store close to the dressing rooms. "Elegant but sexy," Finnley told her. Before I could comprehend what happened, Escada, Adam Lippes, Akris Punto, Gucci, and Lela Rose were being pulled from the racks; the thousand dollar price tags dangling from the sleeves.
"I cannot let you spend this kind of money on me," I whispered.
"Nonsense."
"Finn, seriously, this is too much."
He stopped walking and glared at me.
"You're the one that said I owed you $800,000. I'm paying you off penny by penny, so accept it."
I rolled my eyes and followed him and Miss Prissy to the dressing rooms. He stood outside while I tried on the outfits.
"How do they look?"
"Why don't you come in and see for yourself?" I cracked open the door.
The next thing I knew, he was pushing his way into the dressing room, and his face lit up as he caught sight of me wearing an Akris black, double-face wool, zip-shoulder, flare dress. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.