Warning: this chapter is pure smut.
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He moved his lips to her neck, sucking and nipping; she moaned, scratching at his skin and pushing him away.
As they eyed each other, panting, he feared she might have changed her mind, but his worries were quickly erased when she removed her top.
Now, Finlay was an honest guy; he admitted, at least to himself, that his eyes had dropped many a time to her neckline. He was a man, after all.
And now, as she sat in front of him in nothing but her bra, who was he to waste such an opportunity? After all, she had discarded her tee, so she wanted him to look, right?
And what a sight it was. Just a glance made him spring into action. He stood up and offered her his hand, which she took immediately.
As soon as they were on their feet, they resumed the lip lock, as they blindly traipsed to the bed, dropping on the mattress unceremoniously.
While they both kicked their shoes and socks off, he skimmed his hands across her flanks, descending lower and lower, until he reached the waistline of her jeans.
His fingers made quick work of both button and zipper, eager to yank the item of clothing off her body.
It seemed Joy knew how to be wicked, especially in bed: when he began to slide her trousers down her legs, she lifted her hips to aid him; in doing so, though, she pressed herself right against his crotch.
In her defence, she was barely aware of what she was doing: her body had a mind of its own; and it seemed that mind was hell-bent on familiarising itself with the blue-eyed hunk sprawled over her.
Finlay emitted a deep, guttural growl, and wrenched the denim off her, chucking it somewhere in the room.
The way his muscles rippled with the movement was not lost on Joy: she hoisted herself up and clutched his shoulders, then bent forward and bit him on the crook of his neck. Not hard enough to hurt him, but surely enough to make him holler.
And holler he did.
He dove in for her neck and took up again what he had been doing earlier; when he reached her bra strap, he pulled it down with his teeth, then moved to the other shoulder, repeating the process. Finally, unable to resist, he lay his head in the valley between her breasts.
She gasped, then sniggered, using her arms to squeeze her girls together.
He cupped them with his large hands, gliding his thumb over the lace of her bra, with particular insistence when he reached the nipple; she cried out and slid one of her legs between his, rubbing him just right.
The slightest friction drove him crazy.
He unbuttoned his trousers in the blink of an eye, and flung them down even faster, immediately pressing himself against her.
She arched her back.
He immediately unclasped her bra, and deliberately brushed it over her skin, until it was completely off; it ended up on the floor, along with the rest of their clothes.
Soon to be joined by two more items.
The sight before him was glorious: a gorgeous woman in nothing but a pair of skimpy knickers of flimsy lace, her chest a-heaving, her lips parted.
It did not even occur to him that this was Joy, the sweet girl who was so shy she only spoke when spoken to; the Joy who always blushed when he complimented her on something, be it the exotic smell of her hair or the eccentric colour of lipstick she had chosen for the day.
The Joy who had always been there for him: his confidante, his friend.
And he was about to throw that all away.
They were about to throw it all away.
Nothing would ever be the same after what they were about to do. They had already crossed the line, but maybe, just maybe, the situation could still be salvaged: things would be awkward at first, obviously, buy Finlay had filmed plenty of risqué scenes with many actresses, so he was used to that; and their friendship was strong enough to withstand this.
But they wanted to take things further; whatever they had, it would all crumble forever in the face of sex.
Was it worth it?
The only answer in their minds was that it had to be.
It just had to.
It was unthinkable that such a connection existed between two people who were just acquaintances. Whose relationship would be over as soon as the filming was over.
No.
There had to be something more; something bigger, so strong that it had guided them to this moment; so powerful it would bring them to the edge, once they were done looking into each other's eyes like a pair of lovestruck teenagers.
Well... Minus the age, that's what they were. Only, they did not know yet.
So, yes, things were about to change drastically, forever. But whatever the outcome, it wouldn't destroy them; it would reshape them, bringing them closer than ever before.
Because something so special could not simply go away with the wind.
And there was no stopping now.
Finlay closed his lips around her pink bud, while his other hand massaged the other mound. Joy relished his ministrations, and almost purred in delight when he flicked his tongue against her.
He switched position, laving the other floret while conducting an exploration of her body with his hands; she urged him on, mewling in pleasure.
Finally, she had had enough, and nudged him away.
Taking the hint, he pinched the hem of her panties between his fingers and pulled them down with torturous slowness, pressing kisses to the inside of her thighs.
She bit her lip and flung her hands in his hair, gently tugging him closer so she could kiss him while she peeled off his boxers.
When, in the heat of their make out session, his length came into contact with her cleft, he groaned, and she moaned.
Carefully, he eased her down on the mattress, positioning himself between her legs.
At that moment, though, his addled brain caught on to something that might have eluded an observer who cared less about the woman beneath him: she had tensed up, and was worrying at her lip.
He immediately understood what was going on
<<You have never... Done this?>>
His voice was gruff and hoarse as he spoke, reminiscing of a lion's growl.
She shook her head, clearly embarrassed.
Her rather frisky behaviour would have implied the contrary, but Joy was a woman of many facets, all different, and all charming as ever.
He felt an impelling need to ease her worries, to soothe her, to take care of her.
That alone should have made him wonder what exactly it was that he felt for her.
Maybe another time.
He tenderly caressed her cheek with his hand, and his heart missed a beat when she leaned into his touch
<<We can stop now, if you want>>
She shook her head
<<What's the point? It'll have happen with someone. Why not you?>>
His eyebrows shot up high on his forehead
<<Me?>>
She nodded
<<I trust you>>
He was touched
<<You do?>>
She smiled softly, brushing some hair out of his face
<<Unconditionally>>
The candour and sincerity with which she had uttered the word was unbelievable.
He was taken aback by such a declaration. What had he done to deserve it?
He briefly wondered if what he was about to do would have to be considered a breach of the faith she wholeheartedly put in him; surely all the adoration he had for her made up for this little selfish act?
She was okay with it, and it might be his duty to dissuade her against following through with this, but if he knew something about Joy, she did not make decisions lightly. If she was letting him do this, it was because she wanted it too
<<Me too, darling, me too>>
With that, he pushed in.
She yelped and squeezed her eyes shut.
He wrapped his arms around her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear while lovingly kissing her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, her lips.
She had never felt so loved in her life; her insides melted.
She relaxed into his arms, reciprocating his affections, playing with his hair, running her fingers through it
<<You alright?>>
She smiled
<<Never better>>
They kissed again.
Still with the same deliberate, unrushed fondness they had enjoyed before.
Finally, she said
<<I'm ready>>
He began moving his hips, slowly and carefully, to make sure she was not hurt. Next thing he knew, she whimpered, urging him to go faster, and harder.
He did, but not by much, still afraid she might be in pain.
But Joy would have none of it.
When he had said he trusted her, he meant it.
He believed she was a virgin, and the resistance of her body when he had slid within had been proof enough.
But now, she acted and moved like a sex expert.
She clenched around him, wound her legs around his hips, and attacked his neck, alternating nibbles with open-mouthed kisses.
She knew all his weaknesses in seconds.
His head spun, and his vision blurred.
She clearly was not in pain anymore.
Regaining control of the situation, he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, while the other held her hip, and drove into her with abandon, with such force that the bed banged repeatedly against the wall.
Not that he cared.
He was concentrated only on the task at hand.
She voiced her gratification, screaming his name, begging him to go even faster, even harder.
And he did.
He swept a glance over her, from the way her boobs bounced with each thrust, to her face scrunched up in pleasure, and felt his blood boil.
He pounded away into her relentlessly, letting go of her hip and pushing her hands into the mattress so he could use them as leverage
<<Oh, oh Fin, oh my- Right there->>
<<Are you close, darling?>>
<<Yes! Don't stop!>>
He chortled
<<Wasn't planning on it, baby girl>>
He went on, and on, and on, gaining even more speed and momentum, if possible.
Suddenly, finally, she sunk her nails in his back and screamed, convulsing
<<Yes!>>
He felt her squeeze him and growled, snapping his hips against hers even as she experienced completion.
When she was done, she slumped against the pillow, her gaze absent, still whimpering as she felt him move above her
<<Oh yes, oh yes, oh fucking->>
And with that, he was gone, releasing inside her, plonking down on top of her.
Without as much as a word, they fell asleep like that, Finley nuzzling her chest and Joy wrapping her arms around his shoulders, hugging him.