When Rachel started to take off her top, giving him permission to continue, Finn let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding in.
Of course, he gasped when the garment was fully removed and he was looking at her bare midriff and small but supple breasts covered only by a pink lacy bra.
She smiled up at him and bit her bottom lip nervously, and he wondered why he had ever pushed her away. Well, he knew why, but it didn't seem all that important now. Rachel was beautiful, talented, smart, and she understood him like no one else ever had or will.
He stared back at her, but didn't smile. Finn was still pissed as shit about Rachel's behavior before their breakup, and he wanted her to know it.
Rather abruptly, he gripped her hips and lifted her so that she was sitting on the washing machine. Once she was settled there, he leaned in to roughly kiss the side of her neck again while ghosting his fingers up and down her stomach. "I've never touched anyone like this," he said huskily. "And I never want to touch anyone besides you." With that he slid his hands under the cups of her bra and grasped her breasts, not so forcefully as to hurt her but roughly enough to elicit a surprised moan from her throat.
"Ahhhh..." she cried out, tensing and leaning into his touch.
Finn teased her nipples with his thumbs before pinching them more forcefully. Meanwhile he kissed down her neck to her collarbone, biting it gently before licking down towards her breasts. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her slender arms and snaking his tongue to her left nipple. He swirled it around the nub a few times before biting suddenly, and was rewarded with another delightful Rachel-moan and a small hand tugging on his hair.
"Finn... please..." He smirked a little to himself, amused that she was asking for something but didn't really know what it was.
"You want more, baby?" he asked coyly, sliding his right hand from her knee up along the inside of her thigh until it reached her center. Feeling the wetness through her panties, he practically grunted "Oohh, you DO want more" and pressed a slow circle around her clit. "But I thought you were disguided and I couldn't do this to you?" he asked, looking up at her innocently.
"Misguided... not disguided," she corrected him, panting and arching her hips up into his hand. "Ahhh..." she whimpered at the added pressure.
Finn couldn't help but laugh at the fact that despite her obvious arousal Rachel still managed to correct him. He continued pressing onto her underwear-clad center while he placing light kisses down the center of her flat stomach until he reached the waistband of her skirt.
Settling on his knees, he left her skirt in place but slipped both hands to the elastic of her panties. He looked up at her to make sure she didn't protest, and when she nodded slightly and raised her hips he swiftly jerked her underwear off of her hips. Unfortunately her position on top of the washing machine made it physically impossible to pull them off in one motion, but he figured he could use some more words to show her who's boss.
"I can make you come," he said, their eyes locking as he began kissing a trail up her left thigh. "I can make you feel so good, Rach, if you let me."
"Mmm... Finn... please..."
"I dunno," he continued, barely grazing her center with his mouth before moving to kiss her other thigh, "I need something in return from you."
Rachel reached down towards Finn's lap, but he stopped her.
"Nuh-uh," he chided. "I don't mean sexy stuff." By now he was gently kissing the outermost portions of her mound, causing her to half-grunt and arch her hips again, clearly frustrated. Obviously he was turned on and wanted her to return the favor, but not just yet.
"If this is going to work, you can't act all crazy anymore..." He slid his tongue along her dripping slit, teasing her, his eyes never leaving her squinting haze. "…unless of course it's me making you crazy." With that he plunged his tongue into her entrance; Rachel threw her head back and moaned. Loudly.
"Uhhh, oh God…" she yelped, grabbing his hair again.
I could get used to this, Finn thought as he savored the taste of her along with the sensation of being in control. He slowly slid his tongue in and out of her entrance a few times, and even though he could feel her tensing down there the rest of her body seemed to relax as he picked up a rhythm.
She moaned in time with the thrusts of his tongue, almost singing, actually. He'd always thought Rachel's voice was beautiful, ever since the beginning, as he told her that day in the auditorium right before their first kiss. Just thinking about it made his heart (which is on the left side of his chest) swell and his head clear of worries. He meant what he said earlier – he didn't want to touch anyone else, and he wanted to be the only one making her feel this way. And for whatever reason, everything seemed okay now.
Maybe there was something to this whole orgasm-as-stress-relief thing. It was working for Finn and he wasn't even on the receiving end of things. (Yet!)
After a few more strokes of his tongue he abruptly swiped it upward and circled her clit, and Rachel nearly screeched in delight. (At least it seemed like delight.) He slipped his middle finger into her while his tongue continued circling, and within seconds he felt her walls throbbing around him.
"Ohhh… Finnn… uhhhh…" She held nothing back as she exploded around his finger, tugging on his hair with wild abandon and practically screaming in pleasure.
Finn continued working his finger in and out of her, gradually slowing as she rode out her orgasm. While he did so he stood up, kissing the side of her face gently. He felt bad for being so aggressive earlier and wanted to reassure her that he really was willing to work through their issues so they could be together. Wrapping his free arm around her, he whispered in her ear:
"I love you."
[Meanwhile, in the living room...]
"Guys, do you hear something?" Santana's head shot up from under Brittany's skirt, eliciting disappointed groans from the boys (especially Puck, who'd dared her to go down on the blond in front of everyone). "No, really, listen." She motioned towards the kitchen.
When they all quieted down, the unmistakeable sound of Rachel's orgasmic moaning could be heard emanating from the laundry room.
"Way to go, Hudson!" Artie said, smiling.
"That dickwad!" Santana muttered, looking off to the side in disgust as she recalled the lameness of her Finnocence experience. Then her face softened. "He must really love her," she shrugged.
"Yeah it's borderline disgusting." Puck said, coldly. "Anyone else want another beer?"
A/N: Well, there you have it kids. I hope this filled the prompt adequately and you all enjoyed the exciting conclusion. I'm marking the story completed for now, but there's always the possibility of adding another chapter in which Rachel reciprocates. Until next time, thanks for reading.