AN: Sorry for the delay - I got back from my outdoor work assignment (3-4 days out in the woods - wonderful, but exhausting) a few days ago and honestly I've just been too exhausted to write at my former speed. And when I did - I just wasn't happy with it. So this has been re-written a bunch of times. Smut warning ahead. I hope you like it. Reviews are loved!
Charlie sighed as they stepped into her third floor apartment, which was her temporary, switching on the foyer and living room light with one flick of the switch.
"Sorry, I can wear these anymore," Charlie said and threw off her sandals the next second, exhaling deeply in relief. It was like she was letting the well pulled-together look crumble, exposing herself more and more, yet something about that motion seemed utterly sexy to Finn.
"No need to apologize, I know how those things hurt - but that's another story," Finn replied cryptically. "But you did look incredible in them," he added, closing the door behind them, looking deeply into her amber eyes. He did truly appreciate the effort of her wanting to look her best, but as this really hadn't been his first impression of her for him, it wouldn't really have mattered if she had showed up in her minimalist sandals and one of her travel dresses.
The apartment itself was bigger than Finn had expected. It was utterly plain, filled mostly with cheap IKEA-furniture, but overall it seemed clean and neutral, the cool tile floors feeling soothing under one's feet.
"I feel like I'm about to plunge off a cliff or something," Charlie exhaled, as she hung up her purse. She could feeling her stomach twist in excitement and Finn's unyielding look made her blush. She wondered whether this nervousness would ever settle. The two had been feeling it the entire night, the kisses and touches calming them a little. They'd even joked about it, but it hadn't fully dissolved the entire time. Hence both were still quite hesitant - not allowing themselves get fully carried away, being very aware of their surroundings and company, as if not wanting to make any mistakes.
"I think it can get only better from here," Finn assured with a smile, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close for a gentle kiss, their noses and lips barely brushing each other. Without her on heels, he now had to bend his neck a little more to reach her. Finn was still trying to hold back his lust as he kissed her, not wanting this to be some sloppy hook-up. But even as such - the kiss was enjoyable, tender and caring.
"I really haven't done this in a while," Charlie worried, as her mouth was freed, and Finn's lips began to slowly explore her neck. Charlie's hands were tracing his lean form - the fabrics of his clothes and his warm skin of his neck and forearms - as much as it was exposed with his clothes were still on, her own nose and lips brushing against his hair. His scent - a hint of juniper, salt and spicy neroli - was intoxicating - it had been since the moment he'd hugged her fir the first timeoutside the Stokehouse Q.
"It's not something you really forget - your body will know," Finn tried to calm her, continuing to kiss her lips again, his hands beginning to caress her hips and ass through the dress, sensing the lacy texture under his fingers. Still feeling nervous, she backed towards the bedroom, pulling him along, . They didn't bother turning on any of the other lights, the living room light illuminating the room enough to enable them to see where they were and what they were doing.
Tongues twisted and explored - tasting the other. The way Finn kissed, as he stopped holding back finally, was the way kisses sometimes made one's knees buck - and it almost did, Charlie needing to hold onto his neck more firmly, making him grin at the way she bit her lip again as she did that. The touches, despite at this point still being through clothing layers, were all-consuming, with each stroke giving them more courage.
Finn observed as Charlie unbuttoned his vest with her shaky fingers - it was kind of endearing really. The material of his vest and shirt felt luxurious under her touch, and as the vest was off, she didn't waste much time and continued down the trail of buttons on his shirt, while he'd already shoved off his classic leather loafers, leaving him barefoot. Even the touch of their bare feet on the floor felt sensual somehow.
Charlie observed and felt his hot, smooth skin, making his body tingle when she touched him. Finn was muscular but definitely on the leaner side, his collarbone showing sharpy through his skin. There were little scars here and there - definitely a body that had lived to the fullest, and the little tattoo she'd noticed before but never really asked an explanation for before.
Feeling naked in comparison, Finn reached around her back to find her zipper, and pulled it down almost teasingly slowly, while still holding her close. While they both seen each other half-dressed, mostly hanging out on the boat in their swimwear or in shorts, it was still exhilarating - now having the permission to touch every inch as well.
She let her dress fall to the floor, exposing her lacy dark balconette bra, and then seconds later a matching thong, for a moment allowing Finn see the hesitation in her eyes.
"Beautiful," Finn whispered to her ear, before his lips landed on her collarbone, his hips firmly pushed against her making it very clear that he was turned on by her.
While his touch felt incredible, Charlie struggled to relax fully. It had been a long time since she'd been touched like this, even longer since she'd been with anyone new. And Finn's touch just felt so different. His fingers were long and moved around her body with a certain tremble and his kisses just made her want to not think about anything else at all, but still there was that trace of self-consciousness that lingered - not wanting to disappoint him.
Charlie unbuckled his belt, while he pulled a condom out of his pocket as a responsible man he was, so he wouldn't have to look for it later, throwing it onto the queen-size bed.
With the pants off, now both in their underwear, they moved onto the bed, both still trying to study the other, looking for cues of what one liked or didn't. With one night stands one rarely did that - there one just went for it and perhaps then adjusted accordingly if necessary. But here, it was about making this special, wanting to make sure this wouldn't be the last time they did it.
Finn kissed her shoulders, moving lower to her cleavage, slowly urgin her bra straps fall, while she unhooked it with one hand. The disappearing bra revealed a pair of gorgeous, large, dark areolas and nipples that appeared already hard as rocks. There was no question that his lips would feel them next. Apparently this was definitely a sensitive zone for her, the whimper that left her lips the moment she felt the cool moisture of his tongue on her skin.
Charlie was a bit clueless, unsure what to do with her hands, settling for simply tracing his skin or intertwining her fingers into his hair. She wasn't really used to being in a position where she was devoured like this, feeling like she wasn't doing enough.
"You don't have to go there," she said, as she sensed his lips leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach towards the edge of her thong.
"What?" he asked, unsure if he'd heard right.
"You don't have to go there… with your mouth," Charlie hesitated.
"If you don't want me to, sure - but really it's half the fun," he replied in confusion. This was one of his go to numbers and frankly he wasn't used to being not allowed down there.
"Maybe just not right now," she said, wrinkling her nose.
Finn certainly wasn't going to argue with her now and complied, returning up to kiss her lips instead. He was still testing the waters but stumbling on a few rocks, and the entire evening had already had its share of imperfect.
"Are fingers okay?" he asked, clearly sensing that she had some boundaries he wasn't used to, and kissed her again.
"Uh-uh," she nodded through the kiss, and moved her hand to his crotch at the same time, beginning to stroke his arousal through the light fabric of his boxer shorts.
"Mmm…," he moaned, appreciating her decisive touch, as the kissing continued.
He brushed her core with his knee, sensing some moisture forming between her legs, while rolling her nipples between his fingers. He could sense her grinding against his knee, making him smirk through the kiss.
Finn slipped two of his fingers into his mouth and then slowly moved them into her thong, making her gasp as he slid them between her lower lips. Using his other hand he moved the underwear lower, exposing an innocent looking, freshly trimmed landing strip. He had to keep reminding himself not to simply sink his tongue between her folds as it seemed so tempting to him, continuing to caress her with just the fingers.
As he continued, his tongue swirling around her nipple at the same time, she was bucking her hips soon enough, arching her back, which was definitely a gorgeous sight.
It was then Charlie surprised him, insisting to raise to her knees, and pushing him onto the pillow.
"Now that's just bloody unfair," Finn complained for a split second just before she pushed his boxers down and sank her lips around his already throbbing member, making him lay back. His complaints were neither heard nor was he able to stay very convincing of its content for very long though.
Damn, she was a gorgeous sight, the water-proof red lip ink still in place, taking in as much of him as she could, though fitting perhaps just 2/3rds or so. Her firm nipples brushed against his thighs as she did that, giving her some stimulation in return. Her tongue worked its magic, making him express all sorts of noises.
He didn't know whether to sigh from relief, not needing to hold back as much, or grunt at the loss of contact as she let go after a few minutes, letting her lips trail his stomach and abs up to his neck while she climbed to straddle him. Finn wanted to kiss her again, but she seemed avoidant of his lips for some reason, settling for her breasts as he propped himself up by his arms. Her cleavage, and the space between her generous B, maybe C, cups, was rapidly becoming one of his favourite places, her scent, which he couldn't quite place, the softness of her flesh together with the stiffness of her nipples feeling phenomenal.
She reached for the condom wrapper, and opened it, hastily wanting to put it on.
"Hey, relax..," he assured her, slowing her nervous movements, and aided her slip the rubber onto himself, kissing her despite her initial avoidance. His hand traced her breasts and waist once more, slipping between her folds again. He could see her bite her lip and exhale, lost in her pleasure, her slightly fluttering fingers now resting on his shoulders.
Finn guided himself to her opening, seeing her hold her breath for a moment, he wondered what she was feeling - was she scared? He was big, but he wasn't that big.
"You okay?" he asked, quietly, looking her in the eyes.
"Just let's go slow...," Charlie quavered, and slowly lowered herself onto him, allowing herself to adjust to his size.
She felt incredible - warm, spongy and very moist, yet Finn observed her with caution - the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
But thankfully she began moving herself, her face relaxing significantly too.
"Ah… you feel so good," Finn murmured, continuing to kiss her neck, as she moved up and down, her back beautifully curved, chest pushed out and breasts bouncing, her hair falling off her shoulders. Finn was leaning onto his one arm while holding her hips with the other, diffing his fingers into her plump flesh.
Finn could feel his edge approaching, and in order to keep up, he changed positions, but as they were still unfamiliar with each other in this sense, it came out a little awkwardly swifting positions a bunch of times to see what worked best, eventually settling for her laying on her back, her legs over one of his shoulders and him kneeling. He stroked her core a more few times, kissing her calves and ankles, tracing the full lenght of her legs with his palms. Finn did have a minor foot fetish, but that was for another time to explore.
He thrust into her, and kept moving on a steady rhythm, but he couldn't quite pinpoint it - it wasn't like she was hurting, she seemed content - even enjoying the feel, but she wasn't getting off on it either - not that he could tell at least. This didn't usually happen to Finn, making him wonder whether he was doing something wrong.
It was only as he licked his fingers again, lifted her other leg to his other shoulder and slid his fingers over her clit did he get some other reaction for her, making him wonder why she hadn't done so herself or asked for it if that was what had been missing.
"Ahh..," she moaned.
Knowing now that he needed to keep that up, he attempted to set the strokes and pushes to the same rhythm.
The heavy gasps that began leaving her lips at each stroke filled the room, giving him added incentive, his own grunts adding to the chorus. Suddenly, her abdomen made the cutest little twitch, which he sensed from the inside, her hands clutched the sheets, and her mouth fell open to let out a low moan. He slowed his pace, allowing her wave to crest.
He was close too, taking just perhaps a dozen strokes until he too went limp, falling to his side, next to her, kissing her shoulder. For several minutes, the two just panted, Finn allowing his eyes to close for a minute, while maintaining contact by holding onto her waist.
As his eyes opened he found her observing him.
"What?" he asked, feeling flustered, just like her cheeks were.
"I've never had anyone rub me like that during penetration," she admitted coyly.
"You're serious?" Finn stared at her in disbelief. "Did you cum at least?" he asked, wanting to be sure.
"Yeah," she breathed out. "I don't usually, only if I use a toy on my clit," she admitted.
"Oh, wow," Finn reacted. There was so much to ask but he didn't even know where to begin. "And what's with the 'no' on oral? You don't like it or...?" he finally inquired as something that had confused him. "Because that was completely unfair foreplay just there," he objected.
Charlie chuckled. "I don't know… I've just… I feel like it's gross, maybe it smells or something, I haven't showered in hours," she replied, clearly feeling a little uncomfortable.
"If the smell was an issue, I wouldn't offer. But it smells sexy, and I bet tastes beautiful, delicious. It's the greatest aphrodisiac….," he assured. "Though I'm not sure if it can really be called that once one is already turned on," he added, trailing off a little down his humorous streak.
"My ex just wasn't a fan…," Charlie explained, feeling a little embarrassed admitting it. She continued to explain how the guy also hadn't liked to kiss her after she'd given him oral, or even really been very experimental at all when it came to getting her off, leaving it mostly up to her. She explained how she enjoyed penetration just the same, it just usually never led to anything more.
"I just want to kick that guy's ass. He's a fucking selfish dickhead," Finn replied, basing it on everything he knew about the guy. He was genuinely mad at the guy depriving her like that.
"I can't say that I disagree," Charlie chuckled, though her reasons were at this point still mostly to do with the less than honorable breakup.
"So you really haven't been with many men, have you?" Finn asked, curiously, only realizing as he'd said it that he might have set up a minefield for himself.
"I was with Greg for like 6 years, and before him there were a few drunk college hookups - so I guess you could say that," she replied, squinting her eyes, feeling at this point like it was rather a negative than a positive.
Finn shook his head in disbelief. Thankfully she didn't aske about his experiences, at least not that night.
"What on Earth made you stay with him for all those years?!" Finn felt like he needed to ask. He would've gladly spoken about something else, laying here in the nude with her, but this seemed to have influenced her in many negative ways, hence seeming like the critical question.
"I guess we just seemed similar - we studied the same thing, worked the same way, wanted the same things out of life, but honestly - I don't know why I was with him now, looking back. Even the way you kiss me feels better than when he did it on our best day," Charlie shared openly, biting her lip again, wondering if she'd said too much.
"Well - I want you to forget all about him. Now - please, I realized I have work to do, undoing his damage. So tell me - do you trust me?" Finn pleaded, determinedly.