Rhythm by Marie Lipscomb

Chapter Twelve

Beth

She’s a goddess. The lust and hunger in his eyes tell her way before his lips.

As she sinks down onto his cock, he can’t contain his moan. A thrill courses though her, tingling along her spine, tightening her nipples as he fills her.

He buries his face in her tits, licking and sucking her nipples as she rides him. His hips buck, thrusting up into her, deeper and harder, until she’s gasping too. He can’t get enough of her, and she can barely breathe as she rides him, overwhelmed, bodies blazing, hands grasping.

She could spend hours exploring his body, but any longer and she’ll combust. “You’re perfect.” The words tumble out of her, carried on her broken breaths. “I could love you.”

He draws a sharp breath as his teeth graze her shoulder. “Me too. God, me too Beth.”

Her back arches as he slips his hand between them, sliding his fingertips against her slick, swollen clit. He rubs her hard, frantic, as though his own pleasure hinges on hers, and he won’t allow himself to come until she does.

Her orgasm tears through her, rendering her motionless as she rides savage waves of pleasure.

His fingers grip her hips as he comes, thrusting deep into her, his composure collapsing as he presses his head back against the cushions and whispers her name.

They wrap their arms around each other as the intensity ebbs, and through quiet laughter they come back to earth. The rain patters on the rooftop, and it’s a while before she realizes the power came back.

“Well, shit,” Finn laughs, kissing the bite marks on her shoulders.

She returns his grin and runs her fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face. “That escalated.”

He looks at her as though he can’t believe she’s real.

Her heart is laid bare, but it feels safe in his hands.

Finn

Unexpected doesn’t cover it.She nestles against his chest, her fingers tracing the patterns of the tattoos on his arms as he breathes in the scent of her hair. Somehow, they fit together perfectly, their fires consuming each other in one blazing inferno. He holds her gently, all too aware of the strength of his arms.

The lights are back on, and the rain is little more than a shower, the world around them calm and peaceful at last.

His mind races as he searches for the right thing to say, but nothing he can think of even comes close to expressing the thoughts tangled in his head. “I guess it’s my turn now?”

She raises her head, her eyes scanning his features. He expects her to crack a joke, but she’s silent, waiting.

“Okay,” he clears his throat. “So, which is the lie?” It seems absurd that his heart starts frantically pounding as she waits for him to speak. They’re naked, holding each other, basking in the aftermath of fucking each other senseless, and he’s still so afraid of rejection. “Number one: I once ran a two-minute mile but no-one believes me.”

She laughs, and the warmth in her eyes melts the icy fear flowing through his veins.

“Two…” He’s beaming, his heart leaping in his chest. “I meant everything I said about wanting to see you again. And three: I know we barely know each other and I hope this doesn’t scare you off, but… I feel as though my life just completely changed.”

The way she sinks her teeth into her lower lip sends a flutter of arousal through his stomach. He’s quickly learning that when it comes to Beth, he’s insatiable.

“I think so too.” She kisses him, over and over, her soft, full lips drawing him in.

With every kiss she secures a little piece of his heart, and as they make their way to the bed, giddy with the loveliness and absurdity of it all, he’s absolutely certain he could give it all to her.

Eyes closed and nestled against her back he breathes in her scent. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”