Finding Faith

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His arm slid around my waist and warmed me more. I didn’t resist when he pulled my body to his. I should’ve. I should’ve pulled away and slapped him, but my body was begging for just a taste of what Finn could give me. I’d had it before. I knew what he was capable of, and I was seconds away from begging him for it.
My body throbbed with the beat of my heart, and I feared he could feel it when he wrapped his other arm around me and held me tighter.
I opened my mouth and let him in as he slid his slick tongue across mine. His kisses were so strong and intense. He took so much from me but gave a lot. The minute I gave in completely, my body melted against his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, forgetting about the towel that was covering me.
He started to back me up against the bathroom counter and I let him. The cold granite stung my backside and I gasped into his mouth. As if I weighed nothing, he lifted me onto the cold counter and continued to kiss me. My mind was screaming for me to stop him, but my body longed for everything he was doing.
The pulse between my thighs was beating hard and begged for his touch. When his finger pressed against that moist pulsing point, I called out against my will. It felt so amazing and I needed it. I’d deserved to feel this good. After the four years I’d had, I deserved it. When he slid his fingers into me, I almost cried happy tears.
“God, you’re so wet, baby,” he said against my mouth.
His words slid down my throat, past my stomach, and straight to the sensitive part of me he was stimulating.
My body tensed up, on the verge of release, when suddenly he pulled his hands away from me. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He stared down at me with aqua irises and ran his nose across mine.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said as he unzipped his jeans.
My conscience was kicking in, but the sinner inside me pushed it away. The crackle of his condom wrapper echoed into the bathroom. The sounds of our heated breaths muffled it a bit.
My mind was going a hundred miles per hour. He’d worn a condom before, too, but that obviously didn’t work. I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve said no and walked away, but once I felt the tip of him pushing inside me, every thought I had crashed and burned.
I threw my head back as his hips began to thrust over and over again. My palms held me up enough so my back didn’t touch the cold mirror behind me.
“I want you to think of this moment the next time you touch yourself,” he said as he moved hard and fast against me.
The room around me faded away and my body began to tingle. A rush of heat moved through my core and dropped down into my thighs. My release was just out of reach, but it was definitely there.
The sound of our bodies coming together echoed throughout the room. It was an exotic sound that intensified everything I was feeling.
He pushed his fingers into my hair and forced me to look at him. His mouth slammed against mine and his tongue worked with the rhythm of his hips—fast and hard—nothing like that the last time we’d had sex. I didn’t hate it.
I tried to close my eyes again, but he wasn’t having it.
“Look at me. I want you to look at me when you come.”
His words sent me over the edge. Every nerve in my body climbed high before crashing and colliding where our two bodies met. I kept my eyes on him like he’d asked as I moaned and cried out my release. It felt like nothing I’d ever known.
Within seconds, he threw his head back and growled before slamming his body into mine one final hard time.
His breathing was hard against my neck as he trembled between my legs. I leaned up and wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close to me. Residual shivers went through my body and caused me a jerk a little every now and again.
I expected him to look up at me and smile. I somehow thought things might be different since we’d come together so beautifully again, but when he pulled back and looked down at me, it wasn’t happiness I saw on his face. It was anger.
“What did you do to me?” he said as he pulled away. I slid down from the countertop and collected my towel. I wrapped it around myself and followed behind him as he left the bathroom and righted his clothes.
“Finn? Is everything okay?” I asked.
I couldn’t believe what we’d done. We hated each other, but apparently the attraction was still there for both of us. A lot of things were still there for me when it came to Finn, although I’d never admit it.
“No! Things are definitely not okay. We shouldn’t have done that. It was a mistake,” he said.
His words slammed into my chest and broke my heart all over again. He thought I was a mistake. He was looking at me like I was disgusting. Maybe he wasn’t so attracted to me after all.