This is rated M for sexual content...
Well... this has turned out to be a little more angsty and slow than Part 1. I highly recommend listening to "I've Been Loving You Too Long" by Otis Redding while reading this. It's an old R&B classic with a certain tempo, if you catch my meaning.
Part 1 Recap: After being caught in a rainstorm, Finn and Rachel smut ensues. Finn unselfishly puts Rachel's pleasure before his own.
I Am Finn Hudson, Clueless Male Part 2
Pressed skin to skin, hell, let's just say it- naked with Rachel in her bed, I couldn't seem to stop kissing her. Slow kisses, harder kisses, wet kisses all blending together into this crazy, hot blur. How in the hell would I hold out? How could I make it last - make it good for her? These questions waded through my foggy brain; my control already hanging on by the smallest thread.
She nipped my lower lip between her teeth. Oh, oh, man... Gasping, I drew back a little, balancing with my elbows on the bed on either side of her, looking down at her lying there beneath me. As I shifted, my skin whispered against hers, so soft and warm, the friction between us was so erotic. Not the x-rated, porn movie kind of erotic, which I actually thought was kind of gross, but the make-love-to-her-until-the-day-I-die kind of erotic.
Lost in just looking at her, thinking my thoughts; I sort of forgot that she was looking back up at me. I must have had some insane look on my face, because her smile faded a little. "Finn, is everything alright?" Her hands came up, and she placed her palms along my jaw.
"Of course, babe, it's just been... such a long time for me," I mumbled sheepishly. "You know, since before you left for New York. I'm just having a little trouble holding myself together here. "
"Then don't... hold yourself together, that is. I just fell into a million pieces because of the things you did with me- the way you loved me. I highly recommend it," at this she shot me a cheeky smile.
I had to smile back at that, "I wanted to show you how much you mean to me. It was the best way I could think of. Watching you lose control while I did those things... that was awesome!"
"It was awesome. Well, now I want to feel 'awesome' when you lose control with me," she replied.
"Thanks for saying that... but I'm just afraid I'll let you down or.. or... disappoint you." Why couldn't I just stop talking? When did this become the Dr. Phil Show?
"I don't think... no, I know you won't do that," she grasped my head between her hands and looked into my eyes. "You are the man I love, so every time you make love with me, it will be 'awesome' in some way." Uh-oh, I knew that look; it was the determined, take-no-prisoners look that was so Rachel. I was a dead man.
"I see I need to take matters into my own hands," before she even finished the sentence, her hands snaked down between our bodies, nails scraping lightly over my abdomen as she went, until... (I know I gulped at this point.) ... she grasped me firmly in her fingers. My eyes probably rolled back in my head, as she stroked and squeezed me.
"Finn," she raised her head to put her lips near my ear and whisper, "I want to feel you inside me with nothing between us. I want to feel you moving with me, loving me. This will be another first for us. And I want it soooo...much." At the last whispered word, her hips came off the bed and she...she ….she...Oh, God... impaled herself on me. Her moist heat was just so...everything- new yet familiar, tight yet slick, so much more than before. So...so...HOT!
"This may be kind of quick..." I gritted out between clenched teeth, as I slowly began to move over her. "Oh, Rach, you feel...incredible." I wrapped my arms under her, behind her shoulders to bring her closer to me, pushing myself deeper.
"So do you," she panted, meeting me somewhere in the middle, lifting her legs around my hips. "I am yours...and you are mine."
I didn't think it was possible for me to be more turned-on, but the way she said the word mine, like she was claiming me or marking me as hers or something- It made the blood pound in my ears and … other places.
Only then did I finally let go- just like that. I didn't worry any more about disappointing her, that was her gift to me, because she loved me. She was mine... Mine. Mine. Mine. The word repeated in my head over and over with each thrust until I was shuddering with release, buried deep in the warm heat of her.
Afterward, we stayed like that for a long time, still connected, both gasping. She ran her hands over my back. I really didn't want to move away from her, out of her. Finally, my breathing slowed to the point I didn't feel like I'd been on a ten mile hike in full gear; I shifted to the side a little to take some of my weight from her.
Holding her close I found my voice at last, "Babe, that was..."
"...Not in the least bit disappointing. Actually, more like amazing!" her voice turned kind of musical at the last word.
Really? Yes! We'd had Superman kisses before, now it was Superman sex.
And then she said the funniest thing: "Finn, could you... make me a grilled cheese sandwich?
"Um, yeah, sure, I guess, but... you don't eat cheese..." talk about whiplash from a total change in topic.
"Oh, I have some slices of vegan cheese product," she replied. (Well that sounded just- gross.) "It's actually pretty good. I guess it's all in what you're used to... but there's more to my request." She looked down kind of shyly at this.
I waited for her to continue, as Rachel usually did. She liked to talk, after all. When she didn't say anything else, I turned my head so my face was close in front of hers, "What, Rach?
"Will you make me a grilled cheese sandwich in my kitchen wearing nothing but your boxer shorts?" she asked in one big rush with no stops for breath. "I mean, after all, we have to keep this at least sort of hygienic...otherwise I'd ask you to wear nothing at all..." I could tell she was really embarrassed now, with her face buried in my neck.
It was really hard not to laugh out loud with pure joy. I did smirk, though. This was sort of kinky.
"Oh, forget it," she huffed, "It's silly. It's just that ...I know how you love grilled cheeses. Sometimes when I'm sad, or I really miss you, usually late at night, I make one and eat it. I imagine you're there with me, and I feel better."
How adorable was this woman!
"Babe, I would love to make you- make us- grilled cheeses," I hugged her tightly before I got up and pulled on my army-issue boxers. "I am kind of hungry after all that ...exercise. Could you tell me where the pan and stuff are?" Grilled cheesus, please, let vegan cheese product taste better than it sounds!
"Of course, I mean, my um...fantasy is no fun if I'm not there, too," she laughed and stood up.
Whoa, naked Rachel. Huh- Who knew my um... turn around time would be so fast? I'd have to remember that. She walked over and picked up one of my t-shirts I'd left on the chair, pulling it on over her head. It was like a dress on her, but very sexy- Rachel in my t-shirt and nothing else.
So, that's how I ended up in the kitchen with Rachel at 10 o'clock at night making grilled cheeses wearing only my boxer shorts. "If the guys in Glee Club could see me now." I laughed as I looked at her sitting on the kitchen stool close to me at the stove. "Remember the whole Rocky Horror freak show? Guess I'm finally over that now."
"Actually," she responded, eyelashes fluttering as she took in my bare chest and beyond, "I think most of the Glee girls would be jealous of me. You'd make an even hotter Brad character now. In fact, I think you would have given Sam some stiff competition for his part as Frank-n-furter's Creation." Ah, man- she could see me blushing almost all over.
Turns out vegan cheese product wasn't that bad. It helped to have a half-naked girl sitting in your lap feeding it to you. What was I saying? I could have been eating mud and sticks, and it would have tasted great! Especially when my half-naked girl turned herself in my lap to wrap her legs around me. We might have to go shopping for a new kitchen stool tomorrow... and THANK YOU, Grilled Cheesus!
Thanks so, so much for reading! Hope you liked it. Reviews welcome.