Chapter 19

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CATLIN

Lifting my hand to his face, Finn kisses my palm. He draws my middle and ring fingers into his mouth and lightly sucks and swirls his tongue over them. They are covered in his saliva when he pulls them out of his mouth. He shifts his weight to lie beside me and drags my hand between my thighs. Placing a soft kiss just below my ear, he slides both our hands beneath the waistline of my panties. “We’re going to learn what you like together.”

With our hands touching me, Finn rubs my fingers through the small tuft of hair and toward the source of my aching. He presses my fingers through my slit and slides them along the silky wet skin as my hips lift to meet our hands. Finn leads me, so I slide my fingers higher, and my breath sputters when we brush along my clit. He glides my fingers in light circles around the sensitive spot, and I whimper with need, “Finn. Please.”

“Show me how badly you want me to make you come.” He rubs my fingers over my clit, and the pleasure swells in my core so quickly I feel like I’m going to explode. My chest heaves with every brush, each breath becoming faster and more desperate. “You look so beautiful playing with your pussy. Keep going. Bring yourself right to the edge.”

I follow his command and tease my clit, even as he slides his hand from mine. The rough sand scratches against my shoulders as my back arches from the ground and I lift my hips, sliding my fingers through my arousal and over my clit. “I just want to see all of you.” Gripping my panties with two hands, Finn pulls lightly before asking, “Can I?”

Lifting my hips, I silently grant him the permission he needs. The damp cotton slides along my skin as he removes my panties from covering my pussy. When he’s pulled them down my legs, he brings them to his face and draws a deep breath that causes a feral groan to rattle from him. “You smell like fucking heaven. My fucking heaven,” he groans before tucking them into his jeans pocket.

I pant, and my lower lip quivers as he places his hand over mine again and slides it toward the source of my wetness. He rubs my fingertips through my arousal, teasingly pressing them into me. Gripping my middle finger, he slides it into me to the knuckle as I groan his name.

“No, piscín . That’s all you.” He smirks. Holding my hand and slowly sliding the digit in and out of me. “I don’t want to hurt you. We need to warm up that tight little virgin pussy with your little fingers before I slip one of my thick ones in.”

Peppering soft kisses over my neck, Finn continues to pleasure me with my finger. Struggling through every labored breath, he works me until every nerve in my body tingles on the edge.

“You’re doing so fucking good for me,” Finn praises as he kisses my forehead. “Can you take a little more?”

Unable to speak and ready to explode, I chew at my lower lip and nod.

“Good girl,” he croons, pressing against my already occupied pussy. He pushes his fingertip into me. The welcome intrusion burns a little as it stretches me, and a broken whimper falls over my lips as he slides it slowly along the length of my finger until they’re both fully seated inside me. My thighs tremble as he lightly thrusts our fingers in and out of me.

“Fuck, I could come just thinking about being inside this tight little hole,” he groans as I quiver around us. I claw at Finn’s shirt as the pleasure building at my core becomes nearly unbearable.

This feels too good to be wrong…

Finn presses another finger into me and curls them. All three of our fingers drag along my walls, and the ball of energy at my center explodes. A cracked scream rattles from my chest as the wave of pleasure shatters me, my back arching from the ground and my toes dig into the sand as I come.

Finn gingerly pulls our fingers from inside me, and I squeeze my thighs together to quell both the tender pleasure still vibrating inside me and my sudden shame. Grabbing my dress, I pull it down my thighs to cover myself and mutter, “We shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve told you to stop?—”

“ Piscín , if you didn’t want to?—”

“I did want to,” I exclaim. “That’s the problem. It was wrong, yet all I can think about is doing it again.”

“There is nothing wrong about what we just did. Or the things either of us are thinking about doing.”

“You know that’s not true, Finn.” I huff. “I’m a good Catholic girl.”

“You’re still a good Catholic girl,” he insists.

“You know that’s not true.” I lecture, “It’s a sin… Giving into lust. Good Catholic girls don’t sin.”

He doesn’t say a word as he grabs my hand and pulls it toward his mouth. With his eyes locked on mine, he places our fingers—which were all just inside me—into his mouth. Moaning around them, he diligently sucks and licks them until they are clean of me before pulling them out. “Sins don’t taste as fucking good as you.” He peppers the words against my fingertip and down to my palm.

I love and hate how Finn makes me feel. The things I do with him and the way he makes me question absolutely everything I know about my faith. Every doubt I have about whatever this is and what we just did disappears the second he presses his lips against mine. With the delicate feather of his lips and the tender sweeps of his tongue, he claims my mouth.

He claims me .

His lips hover against mine as he whispers, “If this is a sin, then hell will be my heaven. You will be my heaven, because I would happily fucking burn for you.”