A/N: And now, finally, I present the conclusion of this little trilogy. There's very little preamble as it picks up right where the last chapter left off. Thanks again to alittlesammielambie for her beta-ing.
Anyway, I'm sad this story is over but I promise it's off to bigger and better things. Leave a review to let me know how I did here, and feel free to stalk me on Tumblr (ja9toextremes) to submit prompts or other suggestions. :-)
After a moment of quiet, Finn planted a soft kiss on the side of her breast, and then slid up the bed to kiss her shoulder. Ultimately, his lips pressed against hers once again, administering slow, soft kisses full of love and appreciation. Rachel felt his hardness against her leg and she increased the intensity, tracing his lips with her tongue before slipping it in between them. He responded by taking a breast in one hand and tracing her hipbone with the other, grunting as her tongue invaded his mouth.
Rachel tried to mimic what Finn had done with her earlier, gently pushing him such that he rolled onto his back. While he settled his head against the pillows, a strong breeze wafted through the window. Rachel shivered, suddenly aware that she was still very much naked. Finn noticed her reaction and reached for his nightstand; grabbing a plain white undershirt and helping her put it on.
"Looks much better on you than on me," he joked as he ran his hands down her sides, smoothing the baggy shirt against her body.
Rachel giggled, and gripped the hem of the garment that hung down around her mid-thigh. Attempting to maintain some femininity, she gathered the material toward the left side and made a small knot so that the shirt would stay taut against her small frame. Once she was satisfied with the alteration she settled on her side next to Finn, who pulled her face to his rather forcefully to resume their kissing.
Amidst the renewed dueling of their tongues Rachel let her hands wander over Finn's chest and stomach, listening carefully to the sounds he made. He sighed when her fingertips grazed his nipples, and inhaled sharply as she ran her knuckles over the area below his navel. When she ran her hand over his jeans-covered crotch he squirmed, whimpering softly.
Realizing that he was probably uncomfortable with his parts restrained Rachel channeled her bravery, unfastening the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper down. Once the fly was open she slid her small hands into the waist of his jeans and boxer-briefs, one hand tugging at either hip. Finn lifted his butt off the bed to help her get them down, but she struggled to keep a good grip on the pants and underwear at the same time. As a result, they both lost their balance and awkwardly crashed back onto the mattress.
Rachel buried her face in Finn's chest, blushing mercilessly at her disruption of "the mood". She couldn't even properly take off her boyfriend's clothing; how was she going to accomplish his sexual gratification?
Luckily, said boyfriend was eternally patient and able to laugh at the situation.
"I dunno, this is probably a good look for me," Finn chuckled. Rachel looked up and saw him place his hands behind his head, gazing down in exaggerated approval at his lower body.
She followed his line of sight and appraised his state of half-undress herself. The waist of his pants was down by his crotch and his boxer-briefs were rolled halfway down his hips, exposing the side-curves of his ass and a tuft of dark hair in front but nothing more.
Rachel laughed and leaned up to kiss him. "I concur with that assessment." Then she bit her lip shyly. "Can I try again anyway?"
Finn smirked as though he was actually pondering her question, before nodding in acquiescence. "Please," he added softly through a lopsided smile.
With a renewed sense of eagerness, Rachel pushed his jeans down over his knees and pulled each pant-leg off of the respective foot.
Then, turning her attention northward, she slowly and carefully peeled down the waistband of his boxer-briefs, exposing his gigantic, throbbing member.
In their prior fondling and groping Rachel had certainly gotten a sense of Finn's size in that department, so she wasn't necessarily shocked by how big it was. His overall stature always made her feel small in a safe, my-hulking-knight-will-protect-me sort of way. And she knew that - eventually - his presence in this particular area would serve her well in another manner.
She took a moment to memorize other details of his naked form while it was laid out in front of her. Even when clothed his legs seemed to go on for miles, but exposing them exacerbated that effect. His feet might as well have been off in some far-flung location like... Akron, she thought absurdly. There was a lot more hair on his upper thighs than she imagined, and she liked the masculine appearance. Above that, his hips were set wide enough for his proportions but still in a straight line with his legs. She also took note of the faint trail of hair on his stomach that led straight to his crotch. (It had always been there, of course, but putting it into context had an alluring effect.) Skimming her gaze over his chest and up to his face, she caught a certain sparkle in his eye, which conveyed an air of content vulnerability at their sharing of these new intimate experiences.
Finally, Rachel returned her attention to his crotch. The head of his penis was more pronounced than she imagined, with a drop of moisture leaking from the hole at the tip. She hadn't really thought about what his testes would look like, but there they were, hanging in a neat little package (which must be where the term comes from) below his swollen member. She certainly didn't expect the whole area to be twitching, almost as if his penis was trying to impress her by growing longer and harder.
Or maybe it was just begging for her to touch it.
Leaning on her left elbow, she extended her right hand and grazed the head with her fingertips, distributing the moisture.
"Ohh..." Finn breathed softly, his hips arching up slightly.
Emboldened by his reaction Rachel slid down the bed a little to give herself better leverage, planting small kisses on his chest and abdomen as she did so. Then she wrapped her hand around his shaft, gripping it gingerly while her thumb continued to play along the tip of his impressive tool.
"Mmm... Rachel..."
Her heart swelled and she bit her lip when he moaned her name, his eyes falling closed and his left hand grasping the quilt. His other hand loosely entwined itself in her hair, petting the strands haphazardly as though his fingers couldn't physically make any deliberate movements.
For her part Rachel began sliding her hand up and down, trying to stimulate his shaft as best as her small palm would allow while continuing to stroke the head with her thumb.
She realized that she must have been doing something right when his entire body went rigid and he grunted from somewhere deep in his throat.
"Oh, ohhhh Rach!" he shouted as his hips bucked up into her hand. She continued pumping his shaft as it throbbed; a second or two later it released a stream of warm liquid that spilled onto her hand and dripped over his crotch and stomach. Rachel tried her best to look up and study his face while this occurred, taking note of his open mouth, scrunched-up eyes, and the goosebumps covering his chest and arms.
Unsure of what else to do in the wake of his release, she kept lightly stroking his shaft as it softened. Eventually Finn gently touched her wrist, signaling that she should stop. She abruptly pulled her hand away, terrified of hurting him since the area was probably very sensitive.
He removed his right hand from her hair and wrapped it around her small body, pulling her back up towards the pillows. She snuggled against him as his breathing evened out, settling her sticky hand on his hip and enjoying the breeze that entered his dark bedroom.
After a few minutes he reached over to his nightstand for a tissue, which he used to delicately clean off her hand.
"That was so awesome," he said, pecking her lips as he haphazardly wiped at the drops of liquid on his stomach. "And I love you."
"I love you too," she replied, beaming through her smile.
Finn tossed the tissue into a nearby garbage pail and cuddled up to her once again, and Rachel released a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding in.
In the wake of all her insecurities and inexperience she felt so accomplished at having successfully pleasured him. Moreover, she was overjoyed by the love evident in his treatment of her and their new level of intimacy. After Quinn and Puck and Jesse and Santana and all the other nonsense they'd been through, Finn kept proving to her that they were meant to be together and nothing would stop them.
