Love Scene Three...

Finn and Ellie agree to just have an affair...but could it be turning into something more?

When Finn came to her door that night with another bag of food, Ellie was abundantly glad she’d decided to go to Pittsburgh the next day. It gave her something to talk about, so she didn’t accidentally mention her dad. That wasn’t their deal. Even though it hung heavily on her mind, alternately scaring her and depressing her, she shoved it to the back of her brain as she led him up the stairs.

Once they were inside, he didn’t hesitate. He pulled her to him and kissed her soundly, running his hands down her back, under her top, beneath the waistband of her jeans.

She almost giggled and told him to stop because she was hungry…but that wasn’t their deal, either. In fact, she supposed she should be happy he kept bringing food because, really, this was only supposed to be about sex.

She slid her hands up his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his thin summer T-shirt. And suddenly she forgot all about food. She lifted the lightweight material high enough that she could touch skin, and he grabbed the hem and shucked it.

“Never let it be said I’m not helpful.”

She laughed, but standing in front of the most perfect male chest she’d ever seen, she didn’t want to waste a minute. She ran her fingers along his pecs and down the indentations of the muscles of his stomach. She traced the waistband of his jeans, both hands starting at the side and meeting in the middle, at the clasp. She popped it.

Never, ever had she been this bold. And she chalked it up to Finn’s being so casual. She slipped her hands under the open material of his jeans, across his hips to his butt, which she squeezed, then brought them back again to undo his zipper. Sliding her hands under the denim, she gave it enough of a shove that his pants tumbled down, then she shoved his boxers down too.

His erection bounced out and he stepped out of the jeans and boxers and stood in front of her naked.

“I seem to remember you having some kind of rule about both of us being unequally dressed or undressed.”

“In a minute.” She made the comment absently, mesmerized by him. He’d clearly kept up whatever exercise regimen he’d had in the service because his body was toned, his muscles well defined. Stepping close, she kissed his chest, then down his stomach and lower.

“Um. If you’re going to start that, we’d better get to the bedroom.”

She pulled back a notch. “There’s a couch in the living room…or a chair right here.”

He chuckled. “Are you getting adventurous on me?”

“It’s hardly adventurous to suggest sex on a chair.”

“Have you done it before?”

She frowned. “Nick wasn’t really one for experimentation .” Their gazes caught and something weird fizzled through her.  She’d done more, talked about more with Finn than she’d ever done with Nick.

***

Nick might not have been one for experimentation, but she was. Finn didn’t know why he was surprised. She’d always been a curious kid, but right now, what she was doing to him went beyond fascination and was rolling into orgasm territory. And she wasn’t ready for that yet.

He kicked the leg of a chair, spinning it around so the seat faced them. In one quick move, he had her top off. In two, he got rid of her shorts. Move three, he sat and turned her toward him.

“Straddle me.”

Wide-eyed, she did as he asked. Which put her breasts level with his face. He ran his tongue over both nipples. She groaned, so he didn’t stop. He took one in his mouth, sucked, and then shifted over to the second. She ground her butt against his thighs in frustration. He put his hand on the small of her back and gave her a nudge, aligning her clit with his erection. This time when she ground, they both groaned.

She rose up from his thighs and he guided her until she rose over him and took him in, one slow inch at a time. As she moved up, then down, he took her breast into his mouth, making her moan with breathy pleasure. The harder he sucked, the faster she moved until she cried out.

Spent, she laid her head on his shoulder, but given that he hadn’t joined her at the finish line, they were just getting started. He rose from the chair, lifting her with him, and ambled to the bedroom.

The second time they made love, he let her touch him, taste him any way she wanted, loving the fact that it all seemed so new to her. Then they fell asleep, but woke fifteen minutes later when her stomach growled loud enough that they both heard.

“I think one of us should get out of bed and start making hamburgers.”

She snuggled into her pillow. “My dad always said it was a man’s job to grill.”

He laughed. “If I’m getting up, you’re getting up.”

She groaned but rolled out of bed. She used the bathroom, then he stepped inside to wash his hands.

Ellie glanced around the bedroom, looking for her clothes. Her brain still in sex-coma mode, she couldn’t quite remember where her shorts were, or her shirt.

Finn walked out of the bathroom. He took one look at her face and said, “Kitchen. We started in the kitchen, remember?”

Her face heated. She remembered.

He caught her arm and kissed her. “You’re not getting all prudy on me, are you?”

“Prudy?”

“You know, like feeling odd that we’re don’t seem to have any boundaries when we’re naked.”

“Oh, that prudy.”

He caught her gaze. “I’m serious. We haven’t even hit any of the kinky stuff yet. All we’re doing is having fun. You’re having fun.”

“I’m not feeling odd that we’re having fun.”

“Good, because we are really, really having fun.”


She laughed. But away from Finn, memories of her phone call with the doctor tiptoed into her brain. Since she’d been home, they’d never had anything good to report, but today’s phone call had been the worst. She hadn’t mentioned it to Angela, didn’t want to burden her. But this was the kind of thing Finn would understand…

Still, talking about their troubles wasn’t their deal. Hell, he’d barely told her about being in the marines. He skimmed over the things about his dad. And selling prepaid funeral packages was totally out of bounds.