I remembered how he had been with me that night I shared his bed. He had been reserved, cherishing me, needing to prove something to me about how he felt about me. That time had passed, it had to, because if he made me wait for even a second longer to get what I wanted, then I would fall apart under the weight of the pent-up frustration I was feeling right now.

I was forceful. I was demanding. I plundered his mouth and moved against him, feeling him hard, each squirm of my horny, needy body making him unwittingly apply a little more pressure along my clit.

I rubbed my hands over his strong arms and broad shoulders. I gripped him hard and begged him with my movements to take the damn hint already. He was driving me insane. When I finally couldn’t take the lack of enough friction to get me the release with him that I so desperate needed. I let my needs and wants fall from my puffy well-kissed lips instead. “God Finn, I need you fucking me.”

He used his grip on my arse to move me back just a fraction, and he reached between us, grabbing his thick cock, and guiding it right where I needed it to be, poised at the entrance to my soaked pussy.

“Tell me you want it.” He growled out staring down at where our bodies met, where my pretty little cunt was about to slide down over the length of his hard cock and join us together in a way that we had both wanted for such a long time.

I stared at him, he needed to, believe me, he needed to see it in my eyes just how much I needed him, how much I wanted him inside me, how ready I was for this to finally be happening. “Fuck me, Finn.”

He groaned at my demand, took control of my body with his hands back on my hips, and slowly moved into me. I hissed out when I felt that delicious burn as he stretched out my pussy, making me take his girth fully. Fuck, that exceptional mix of a little pressure and pain mixed with the delight of finally feeling just how incredible it was to have Finn Edwards buried in my cunt was more than I could take. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I gasped in satisfaction. “Oh fuck, Finn, YES!” I moaned as I felt the head of his cock reaching my cervix. He was as deep as he could possibly get, and I felt overloaded with sensations. Delight in the union, pleasure at just how completely he filled me, relief that it was finally happening after all these years.

He sat there, his cock buried as far as possible inside me, and the man didn’t move. I have no idea of the kind of strength that it took him to do it, to not want to start thrusting into me over and over, but he didn’t. His fingers bit harshly into my hips, and he waited, letting me get used to his size, allowing me to need his movement, encouraging me to just keep getting wetter.

It was me who retook control. Once I was sure that I was ready, once I knew that if he didn’t move, I would lose control, I shifted my hips against him, rocking them. His grip of my hips was unrelenting, and I wasn’t able to get much movement, but it was enough. Enough for him to get the hint, and for him to be no longer unable to resist what was happening.

He kept his firm hold of my hips, nipping my skin, using it to guide me, to make sure that I was getting just what I needed as hard and as fast as I needed it. He bobbed me up and down on his lap, my arse hitting his muscular thighs, his cock knocking against my womb, and every time, I gasped and groaned and relished in delight at the feelings I could already feel pooling low in my stomach.

Finn couldn’t keep his eyes off me. The intensity of his gaze felt like flames across my skin. It was almost as though he thought if he wasn’t looking at me that I would somehow disappear, that none of this would be real anymore. I knew how he felt. Memories of the night before flickered through my mind, and I found myself thinking about just how different my two men were. Jude was slow, calculating and never once let me encourage him too quickly. Finn, on the other hand, was a frenzied lover, needing to give me just what I wanted when I wanted it. Ready to let me sit here and ride out my pleasure with him in whatever way I wanted to. For a brief moment, I wondered what Charlie would be like.

“God, Elle.” He gasped breathlessly as we picked up the pace, two hot bodies grinding against each other, seeking out pleasure from each other as only lovers could. I felt the delicious pressure of him connecting over and over with my cervix. It provided an intensity that was going to have an orgasm crashing through me very soon.

Seemingly contented with the pace that I was keeping between us, Finn’s hands moved from my hips and cupped my breasts. “Oh, Jesus.” I breathed, the feeling was incredible, and I held onto his neck as I arched my back, granting him more access to my breasts.

He groaned as I rode him hard. I moaned as he leaned forward to take my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. Every nerve in my body was on fire, electricity was zooming through my veins, and I closed my eyes and let the tsunami wash over every inch of me. Crying out his name, needing him to know that he had teased the pleasure from me and it was astonishingly perfect.

He waited a little, letting my climax subside, letting my eyes roll back the right way in my head before he started upon his demanding pace of thrusts again. Finn was most definitely a man who knew how to fuck. I didn’t need him to make love to me, I needed him to fuck me hard and fast, and leave me panting for more. And that’s precisely what he did. He bounced me up and down on his lap, each time feeling my ass slapping against his muscular thighs, he pulled me against him so that he could capture my mouth and noises with his own, and he pushed me over the edge all over again.

Finn fucked me hard and fast, teasing my body through orgasm after orgasm one after the other in delicious succession. My thighs were going to ache later, but I didn’t care, I needed to feel him inside me in the most perfect way possible, and I needed him to come apart knowing I had driven him to it.

I kissed him, pressing myself hard against him as he kept his pace inside me. I let my lips trail over his skin, over his sharp jawline, down his throat, and when I reached the curve of his neck where it spreads out to his shoulder, I took a moment to breathe in the delectable scent of sex, sweat, and his body spray, all mixed in harmony, making my skin tingle. When I touched my mouth to his neck again, I felt his cock twitch inside me, and his pace missed a beat just ever so slightly. My pussy soaked at the realisation that I had found the sweet spot that would encourage him to come right along with me finally.

I felt my own orgasm starting. It clenched low in my belly. I licked along Finn’s neck and listened to the exquisite low groan that vibrated through him. His hands tightened on my hips, and I knew I had him where I wanted him. I drew his sensitive flesh harshly into my mouth, sucking on his luscious neck, feeling his cock start to throb deep in my cunt. I ran my fingers through his hair, knotting them together, and pulling his head back roughly, encouraging him to expose more of his sweet throat for my earnest attention. I was marking him, he knew that I was. He fingers were digging so harshly into my hips. I knew that he was going to bruise my tender skin.

“Oh fuck, Ellie!” He cried out as I felt his cock erupt deep within me. I let my own orgasm take me, letting go of his neck, my head resting on his shoulder, and his name panted against his chest as one last climax washed over me.