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“No, no. Not yet. You’ll do only as I say,
is that clear?”

Finn’s nod was eager, quick, and he pressed
his hands back onto the bed, splaying his fingers as if he had to
make the effort not to utilize them. Veruca left her shirt
unbuttoned, hanging loose, and looked him over once more, deciding
what she wanted from him next. Undoing the button on her trousers,
she jerked her chin toward him.

“Unbutton your shirt, take off the tie.”

Biting his lip hard enough that Veruca
figured he might draw blood, Finn did as he was told, moving at a
slow pace, giving her time in case she wanted to change her orders
or just tell him to stop. It had been a while since she’d fully
taken charge, and he seemed to vibrate with anticipation of what
she’d tell him to do next.

“Now you may get naked,”
she said. Finn hesitated a second, maybe because he was too revved
up to immediately understand what she’d said, maybe just because.
Finn had a certain theatrical flair to his
actions
and approached his
striptease with the intent to entertain. He moved his hips, thrust
his pelvis, held Veruca’s eye the whole time, and then gestured to
his middle as if to make sure she knew he was ready for whatever
she wanted next. As he kicked off his own, she slid her pants to
the floor and straddled him, exactly groin to groin. He was tense
beneath her, his gaze fixed hard on hers, sparkling with
excitement.

“You know how I like to be touched,” Veruca
said, leaving it up to Finn to decide if she’d given an order or
asked a question. He licked his lip, which was still swollen where
he’d bitten it, and nodded.

“I do.”

“Show me,” she said, sliding the buttons of
her shirt to the side to reveal her bra. She’d worn a bra made more
for sensible business meetings than sexy, intimate reasons, but
Finn eyed her as if she’d worn black lace that pushed her ample
cleavage up and out on display. He was slow, gentle at first like
she enjoyed when in the mood to be teased. His skin looked extra
pale against hers, and as he filled his palms with her breasts, she
sighed, dropping her head back and letting him do what he did
best.

For a while, she just
enjoyed the feelings he built up inside her, losing her mind
to
the
sensations of his fingers and palms, moaning a little when he’d do
something especially tantalizing. His hips lifted, bucked a time or
two before he’d get control of himself again, concentrating
entirely on pleasing her rather than rushing them both toward the
finish line.

When he slid his hand low, cupping the soft,
thin cotton between her legs, she let out a long breath, before
sucking it back in quickly.

“Yes,” she hissed as his fingers worked.
“Soon, Finn. I want you soon.”

Lowering her gaze to meet
his, she felt her eyelids flutter, her desire for control withering
under his touch. He was biting his lip again, his eyes wide as they
focused on her face. Finn liked watching how he affected her, and
their eye contact was
intense
until he tucked his fingers
under the cotton so he could touch her flesh. Sucking in a moan,
she squeezed her eyes shut, her body bowing toward him as an orgasm
rolled through her.

Murmuring his name over and over, she made
it part of every breath she took and, as the sensations calmed, he
whispered hers back.

She gave herself a moment
to recover, realizing as she caught her breath that Finn had pulled
back, leaving her over
stimulated
body to relax. Veruca knew
that, if she chose to end things there, leaving him as he was, he
wouldn’t fight or beg to continue. He’d just tell her he loved her,
give his body a few minutes to calm down, and then go clean up
dinner.

He deserved more, though, and Veruca
intended to give it to him.

Getting to her feet, she
shrugged out of her shirt, removed her undergarments, and caught
his eye. His gaze didn’t stray from her
face
though she could tell it was
a bit of a struggle. Working her into a frenzy had made his resolve
a little weaker, and she could see him swallow thickly, as if so
curious where the night would end up he could barely handle the
tension.

“How do you want me?” she asked, rubbing her
hands down her body, teasing her own flesh lightly. “What would you
like to do to me?”

“Love you forever,” he said. “That’s all I
ask.”

“I want more,” she said, leaning over him to
balance one hand on the bed, while her other grasped and stroked
his cock. “I want it all. Take me from behind.”

“Gladly,” he said, reading between the
lines, understanding the heat level she wanted without her having
to specify exactly. Pushing up, he cupped the back of her neck,
pulling her into a hard kiss before getting to his feet. Spinning
to stand behind her, he gave her one hard spank. As she gasped in
delight at the sting, he ran his hands down her back, over her
waist, and cupped her ass. She was barely braced on the bed when
his first thrust hit and she cried out at the sensation.

Everything he’d built up in her just moments
before came rushing back, filling her up, making her tremble. His
fingers dug into her hips and he picked the exact pace she’d
wanted. It was fast and rough and, trusting him to hold her steady,
she lifted her hands off the bed to pinch her own nipple, to glide
between her legs.

“I’m—oh God,” Finn said, his voice low.
Veruca bent a little lower, resting her head on the bed, her breath
ragged against the soft cotton sheets. Finn was mumbling the same
oath over and over, his rhythm faltering slightly. When he abruptly
stopped, his hips pressed against hers, Veruca whimpered, feeling
like the sudden cessation of sensation was pure torture.

“Please,” she moaned, knowing she was close
to going over again.

“I want to see your face,” Finn said,
pulling out and tugging her up and around into a kiss. He used the
kiss like an assault, forcing her onto her back, where he whispered
against her lips. “Let me see you, Veruca.”

Opening her eyes, she met
his gaze, held it steady as he slipped inside her once again. He
started slow this
time
though his breathing was quick. It was tough not
closing her eyes against the pleasure, dropping her head back, and
just losing herself
to
the feeling of him. Seeing his beautiful face was
worth the effort, though, and when the eye contact got to be too
much to hold, he dropped his own gaze to admire the way their
bodies met and sped up.

“Fuck,” he moaned, and she knew he was
almost spent. The feeling of his orgasm pushed her over, and she
groaned, squeezing the bedding in her hands, arching up against
him, and briefly losing her mind. Finn shivered a moment before
collapsing down on top of her, letting out a few more choice
curses. Exhausted, Veruca let her body go loose, enjoying every
little twitch and spasm running through them both.

Minutes passed, maybe hours as far as
Veruca’s contented brain could tell, and Finn propped himself up,
looking down at her. He brushed loose strands of her dark hair away
from her cheek, kissed her forehead, and grinned.

“Happy Valentine’s!
What’dya
think
of my
X
-axis now,
hmm?”

“Good rise, steady follow-through. You’d do
well at the office.”

“You want to go again in the office?” Finn
pretended to think hard about that. “I might be ready in a few
minutes, but I’ll need an energy bar or something.”

Veruca
laughed,
though she was
tempted to take him up on his offer.

****

The evening ended with the
two of them cuddled on the couch watching a black and white movie
featuring women with heaving, pointed bosoms who shrieked and
swooned when faced with the threat of radioactive monsters. Finn
was perched at the edge of the couch, a handful of popcorn
forgotten
as the
movie trucked along at a sensible pace toward the final
climax.

He’d seen the flick a dozen times, could
practically mouth along with the dialogue, but he loved the cheesy
costumes and stern-faced, square-jawed heroes so much, every
viewing was like the first time.

“Look, look!” he whispered as if the monster
might notice him and waddle awkwardly out through the giant screen
to flap its rubbery flippers at him next. “They’ve almost got
’im!”

Cramming the popcorn into his mouth, he
turned to meet Veruca’s gaze, to share in the exciting moment with
her. He found her snoozing, huddled up against the back of the
couch, tucked under the fuzzy throw. He smiled, watched her sleep
long enough to finish chewing, and then grabbed the remote to stop
the movie.

They could finish the
next
day,
if she wanted, or he’d watch the ending alone if she had more
meetings. It didn’t matter now that it was time to snuggle together
in the warmth of their bed.

It had been a great day,
all-in-all. He could’ve gone without the paper cut on his boy bags,
but the rest of the evening had been worth it. Scooping Veruca up
in his arms, leaving the blanket draped over her, he headed toward
the bedroom. He bumped the light switch as he passed it, plummeting
the living room into near darkness. He tucked her into bed,
tiptoeing
around the massive,
sumptuous mattress
so he could climb in
behind her, and cuddle up.

She woke as he pressed up against her back
and pulled his arm close so she could kiss his knuckles.

“Happy Valentine’s, Finn.”

They both drifted off, fulfilled and
loved.

The End

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