I started licking the outside, and then placed the tip of him between my lips. He moaned with satisfaction as I placed most of him in my mouth. His hands rubbed and spanked my ass, and the thought of him, inside me, made me want him even more. I kissed up his stomach and watched his chest rise and fall with each ragged breath. His hands found their way into my hair, and he pulled my face closer to his.

He positioned me on all fours and slipped his head between my legs, licking my wetness, and then I had him in my mouth, teasing and pleasing him in the same way that he did me. He spread my lips apart and as his tongue found my clit, I saw stars. Actual stars, I thought, when he licked me, slow and gentle. My hips began to move, and I pushed my sex harder into his face, letting him fully taste all of me. I stroked and licked every bit of him, the tip down the shaft, and he wrapped his arms around my waist in pleasure as I sucked and nibbled, and lightly grazed my fingers across his legs, and up his hardness.

Figure eights and circles from his tongue urged me to push harder onto him, wanting him to make me come as the build-up happened below. And then his finger was inside of me, and I couldn't control myself.

"I can taste you," he said. And with those words, the orgasm built and then released. I moaned his name as I convulsed and throbbed. An orgasm so powerful, and clenching, that it seemed to take over my entire body. The intensity from Finnley's tongue took me away to another place. Heaven, I thought.

Every internal part of me sprung to life as he dipped his tongue in and out, tasting my sweet honey, and I moaned his name and pushed him further down my throat. He groaned in satisfaction as he rolled me on my back and trailed his fingers up my body. Then Finn's sexy face was floating above mine, asking me with his eyes if it was okay.

We were breathing together as if we couldn't catch our breaths.

His eyes deepened, and so did his kisses.

His hand touched my body. And every place was paired with intoxicating bites that made my head swim.

"I'll go slow," he whispered in that British accent that was so fucking hot. I smiled. He exhaled slowly and his breath tingled on my skin. I was so wet, so ready for him, so turned on, and I wanted to give myself to him in every sense. I opened my legs and he hovered on top of me, still trying to make our inseparable lips melt into one. And then, he was barely inside of me, pushing his hardness into me slowly and gently until all of him crowded inside me.

I froze as I felt the pressure, the foreignness of him in me and I closed my eyes, taking in what we had done, reveling in every sensation. He didn't move. We stayed there as close as we possibly could be, completely inside of one another with our pieces fitting together perfectly. He smiled.

"You feel so fucking good around me," he said. His lips brushed across my cheek and he slowly moved in and out, making sure I was okay. His thrusts slightly picked up in speed. His low moans accompanied mine. When he came, Finn pressed his lips onto mine, and I dug my fingernails into his back and pulled him closer to me. Sweet satisfaction crossed his face, and then I felt him pulse inside of me as he filled me with himself. The love, the adoration, the way Finn was careful with me, made me feel no regret. I wanted to close my eyes and replay this moment a million times.

Pure contentment covered my face and body as he nuzzled his nose with mine, kissed me until my lips felt sore, and lay on top of me stroking his fingers through my hair, telling me how beautiful I was until our bodies became sticky with sweat. There was no roughness, although my hips, legs, and insides were sore from stretching and moving in ways they hadn't managed before. I didn't instantly come when he was inside of me like in the movies. There was no bleeding, and I felt no different than I had before sex. Well other than the growing admiration and feelings I had for the beautiful man that lay beside me. Honestly, I halfway expected a fairy sex mother to pop up and give me a no-longer-a-virgin badge.

Then my mind went to Luke and guilt blanketed me. Guilt for being such a bitch and for giving something away that he thought belonged to him. I couldn't think about it. I wouldn't even know how to begin to tell him. I would be the reason he was hurt. Fuck. I pushed it out of my thoughts. Being with Finn like this coaxed me to forget it all: Luke, my parents, and Abbie.

I squeezed my legs together feeling the soreness and rolled over as he held me in his arms, ran his fingers through my hair, and kissed my forehead with his pouty lips.

Finn and I stared at one another with stupid grins on our faces in pure bliss of being with one another in the most powerful, emotionally, physical way possible.

We were there, together, and he had taken what I always knew belonged to him: my virginity.

"I think I may be in love," I said as I trailed my fingers across his stomach muscles and tucked my head into his arms.

"I know…"

He kissed my eyelids and cheeks, and finished with my mouth and a smile.

"And you're fired."


Finnley

Epilogue

Honey-brown eyes looked up at me like I had rescued them from evil. Urging, begging me to give all of me to her: heart, body, and soul.

Every inch of her body latched to mine, unwavering, refusing to let go, trying to swallow me whole. She panted and moaned, and her body begged while her fingers scratched down my back, leaving stinging pleasurable scrapes. With her tongue in my mouth, she opened her legs wide, stretching herself, trying to swallow every inch of me. Then I stared into her eyes until she contained all of my length and girth. She sighed and smiled with pleasure, and the sound of my name releasing from her lips combined with the nibbling on my ear pulled me closer to her soul. She ended where I began. I was fucking weak for her touch and couldn't take it anymore.

We continued to mend our bodies together, moving slowly with the rhythms of one another until I filled her with every bit of me, thrusting the powerful orgasm deep inside of her. She smiled with pure ecstasy as she ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me closer to her mouth, desperate to kiss me soft and sweet. I nuzzled her neck, kissed her cheeks, her hair, every part of her that I could.

The most beautiful woman in the world gave me her virginity, which was so sacred, so pure that every emotion inside of me sprung to life. I would treasure that moment until the day I died. And although I was there with her, completely locked together, I wanted more of her, every inch of her skin, and mouth, and cheeks. I needed her like air. I was afraid it would come to that.

My dick wanted her every time she was around. The smell of her body, sweet and clean like mountain flowers, mixed with her signature I-want-to-fuck-you look, drove me insane. Blue balls had been my middle name since I met her, and finally, finally, we were together, making love in my bed. Both wishing it would never end, whispering sweet nothings to one another, speaking words that didn't need to be spoken. I expected to wake up with a wad in my underwear, but this was no dream. The pain of her bites and nails would linger tomorrow, and I was happy for it.

Don't judge me.

I tried to get over her. I tried to fuck and play with other women. I even forced myself away from her for weeks, but it never worked. Faking every fuck I had left me feeling ashamed and angry with myself. After sex, I felt like a giant pussy. I knew it boiled down to Jennifer. I was weak for her, and until I had her, nothing would quench my thirst. Her virginity was mine for the taking.

Fuck my little brother, Luke. He was in over his head when he went for Jennifer, and I wouldn't have it. She was an Elite. Love was prohibited, but when I saw the way she looked at him like she had once looked at me, I couldn't handle it. I had to know it wasn't real and that Luke was just an assignment. I couldn't stand the thought of him fucking her senseless and wearing her on his arm like a trophy, one that he paid for. I may be a bastard, but I don't like having my nose rubbed in my own shit.

Chemistry between two people cannot be created. I experienced fatal attraction the first time I laid eyes on her in the lobby of the Bellagio while I was out recruiting for the Elite. I felt like a predator, like an asshole, for barging in on her bathing. But the manager wanted to fuck me, so she willingly gave me anything I wanted, even the key to Jennifer's room. I didn't know what I would do when I entered, but I had to find out. Sometimes Lady Luck got drunk with lust and became a crazy bitch.

Body propped back, perfect perky tits, and an amazing body waited for me in the bathtub, and if I wouldn't have been so shocked by her nakedness, I may have asked her on a date. But her aim with that damn shampoo bottle was impeccable. I didn't expect a firecracker behind that womanly figure. Texans. Afterwards, I contemplated knocking on her door and fessing up. I imagined telling her how I was immediately attracted to her, but I what kind of creepy fuck would I have looked like? Instead, I paid for her room and wine, played it off as a mistake, wrote her an apology letter before the guilt consumed me, and then got the hell out of there.

A little piece of me died inside when she signed the official contract. Jesse would always find a way to be a cock-block, and to make sure everything was legal. But Jennifer was different. Not some whore that I would fuck and leave. The intentions were never to sell her, or give her away, but to learn more about her wants, sexual desires, and to see if there were sparks.