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Throwing Caution To the Wind

Lucy-

Flynn's hesitancy only made Lucy feel bolder. Taking his hands and placing them on her breasts was new for her. She usually didn't take the lead in the bedroom, not having much confidence in her sexual prowess. It was different with Flynn though, it felt natural. It felt right. That would normally make Lucy question herself, but she forced the habit back, wanting to be in the moment, to let herself just feel, to not think.

And boy, oh boy, was she feeling! It'd been months since she'd even went to dinner with a man, let alone have sex. She didn't count the exploits of the Lucy engaged to Noah, because she felt it didn't count since she couldn't remember ever being physically involved with the man. As far as she was concenerned, it'd been a very long time and Lucy was positively aching, everywhere, for Flynn to touch her. When he didn't move to touch her as she wanted, she took matters into her own hands, or his, to be more accurate.

Flynn's large hands were warm as he gently cupped her breasts. It was almost as if the thin material of the chemise didn't exist between them at all. Lucy felt her nipples harden again after he brushed his thumbs over them. She dropped her head back and moaned as she closed her eyes, loving how he touched her. Despite the layers of cloth Lucy felt his member twitch where he was pressed snugly against her. Oh, my! she thought as her eyes snapped open. I don't think my little fantasies are an accurate representation of what I'm in for if that twitch is only the beginning. Giving into her curiosity a little, Lucy experimentally rolled her hips, hoping to get a better feel of what she suspected. She could feel Flynn was large, guessing he was probably going to be the most endowed partner she'd ever had.

Suddenly very impatient for more, Lucy wanted all barriers between them gone. It completely baffled her, however, when Flynn stopped her from removing her chemise. Men always want to see...oh, realization dawned on her then. He's changed his mind. Lucy was so embarrassed she couldn't look at him any longer, hoping she wouldn't start crying and humiliate herself further. She was just about to move herself off of him when Flynn bolted upright and then was kissing her again. Very confused now, Lucy almost pulled back to ask him to explain his behavior, but she decided to throw all caution to the wind. To hell with it, she thought and returned his kisses fervently. She was suddenly desperate to have Flynn inside her.

Flynn's hands slid underneath the chemise, his fingers trailing up her back. His hands were calloused, but not overly rough. She liked the friction against her skin. He brought his hands around and gently cupped her breasts again, no clothing between them this time. Lucy sighed, arching her back. He nipples hardened in his palms, and he rubbed the stiff peaks over and over with the pad of his thumbs. Lucy startled a little when Flynn kissed the crook of her neck. She grabbed his biceps to steady herself.

His arms were so strong, Lucy could feel the hard muscles beneath her hands. She remembered they were from when he'd been holding her at the Hindenburg, but it was different this time. Flynn wasn't threatening her and she wasn't afraid of him now. All she wanted was to be wrapped in his arms, Flynn moving in sync with her, bringing her to an orgasm she desperately wanted/needed. Her core throbbed just at the thought.

As Flynn continued to fondle her breasts and kiss her neck, Lucy pushed his shirt from his shoulders, helping him to shrug out of it. She haplessly tossed it to the floor. Ready to try again, she brought her hands back to the chemise and began to tug it upward. She sighed internally in relief when he didn't try to stop her this time. The chemise joined his shirt and there was silence. Lucy didn't look at Flynn for a few moments, fully aware of just how vulnerable she'd made herself to him now.

"Oh, Lucy, you're so beautiful." Flynn said, absolute truth and a hint of reverence in his voice.

Lucy blushed. It wasn't like she'd never been told she was beautiful by a man before, but Flynn saying it the way he did just now felt different somehow. She didn't know if it was his accent or the way he said her name, or the combination of the two, but whatever it was, it sent jolts of pleasure down her spine. She finally looked at him, he was looking straight back. There was no hesitation this time, only raw desire in his eyes. Lucy was sure he could see the same desire in her eyes. She brought her hands up to cup his face and leaned down slowly, bringing her lips to his, kissing him softly.

Flynn's hands found their way into her hair, his nails lightly scratching her scalp. Lucy shivered at the sensation, her core throbbed again, reminding her how much she wanted him. His member had also grown, now a huge bulge that she was sitting on. He has to be uncomfortable, she thought, realizing how tight his pants must be. Wanting to help ease his discomfort, Lucy was about to reach for his belt buckle when she was stopped in her tracks, her mind going blank. Flynn had leaned forward and took her left nipple into his mouth, taking her by absolute surprise.

Lucy moaned as Flynn circled his tongue around the hard peak. His hand came up to caress her other breast. Flynn took his time loving on her before switching to the other, his hand covering the one his mouth had just left. His tongue was hot against her as well as his hand, and she relished the feeling. Lucy took ahold of his shoulders and began grinding herself on his member, wanting more friction. Yes, she thought, moving faster, right there. She was surprised to already feel an orgasm beginning to build deep within her center.

Lucy gasped when she felt Flynn's fingers slide past the waistband of her drawers, moving down toward her sex. Oh, please, she thought, desperate for him to touch her. She stilled her movements, waiting for what felt like an eternity before his fingers were at her opening. She shuddered when he ran his fingertips along her slit, parting her nether lips, finally touching her exactly where she wanted him to. Her desire had been steadily oozing out and Flynn's fingers were coated within seconds. He swirled his index finger around her hard nub, the slippery moisture making it easy for him to circle it over and over.

Lucy was glad she was so aroused. She'd had men try to touch her like this before she was sufficiently wet and she'd had to stop them before her skin became chafed. Chafing down there was very uncomfortable. She knew from firsthand experience when she was in college and she'd been too shy to tell the guy to stop. After it'd happened a few times, she had almost not let anyone touch like that again. She was grateful when she'd finally found a guy who had known what he was doing. It was one of the best orgasms she'd had up until then. It also helped that she became a little more assertive and didn't let a guy touch her until she was ready.

Flynn inserted his middle finger into her entrance, sliding it in and out, using his thumb to rub over her nub at the same time. "Mmmm, yes," Lucy moaned out, closing her eyes, surrendering herself to the pleasure he was eliciting from her body. Flynn sped up his pace, her climax building and building until she was pushed over the edge when he pushed down hard on her nub. She went still and unable to hold it in, Lucy shouted, "Ah!" then went limp against him, her forehead resting on his shoulder, his hands holding onto her hips.

It took a few minutes for Lucy's breathing to calm from heavy pants to more or less normal. Flynn didn't try to rush her either. He just let her savor her orgasm and come back down from her high. She appreciated it. She was afraid after such an intense climax that she might be too sensitive for him to enter her right away. Knowing that Flynn's desire had to mirror her own, she was ready to give him his release. He's certainly earned it, she thought with a smile. Raising her head, she kissed him, their tongues dancing together again.

Lucy reached for his belt buckle and undid it, pulling the button on his pants free, then unzipping them. She then moved off of him to lay on her back, lifting her hips so that she could remove her drawers, finally naked. Flynn took that as his cue to remove the rest of his own clothes as well. They lay side by side a moment, a sudden shyness coming over both of them. Lucy moved her hand until she found his, squeezing it tightly.

"Flynn," Lucy said softly. He turned his head to look at her, a question in his eyes, silently asking if she truly wanted to do this. She knew she did. Despite the situation they were in, each trying to stop the other concerning history, she knew she would regret it for the rest of her life if she didn't make love with Flynn tonight.

"Please," she whispered.

Apparently that was all Lucy needed to say for Flynn turned on his side and captured her lips once again. He kissed her deeply, moving to cover her body with his, settling himself between her legs. She could feel his erection pressing into her stomach, pulsing with his own desire. He continued kissing her and Lucy brought her hands to the nape of his neck, running her fingers through the fine hairs there. Kissing Flynn was wonderful, but Lucy was ready for more.

"I need you," Lucy murmured against his mouth. "I need you now."