Starting Over

Chapter 12

"Hang on a second, okay?" Finn breathes, pulling his face back from me for a second with a confused expression. "Are you sure you are ready for this step? I am in no rush, and more than I am more than okay with taking our relationship at whatever pace you want."

Humming at him in response, biting my lower lip; "I am more than good with us making out like this, unless you do are not?"

"I am more than okay with what we are doing," he assures with a wide smile, and a gentle squeeze on my hips.

Leaning down to reconnect our lips again as he leans his face up to meet me, and we settle into a wonderful rhythm. My entire body flushes when I notice Finn's hardening penis underneath me.

"Sorry," he murmurs when he notices my flushed skin, and he knows the reason why.

"Please do not be sorry, I take this as a compliment," I murmur, my blush deepening a little because I am as hard as he is.

"We should stop before we get carried away, and do something we may not be ready for just yet," Finn groans into the kiss, and another soft squeeze of my hips.

Pulling away, I decide to be brave, and ask for something I would like to try; "Could we give each other hand-jobs, or blow-jobs?"

His eyes widen as he looks intently at me; "Is that something you really want, or are you offering because you think I want that?"

"I would like to," I answer honestly and confidently.

"Could we take this to your bedroom in case the kids come home early?" he suggests with a soft smile.

"Of course we can," I murmur, climbing off his lap, and offering him my hands to help him off the couch which he takes.

Leading him to my bedroom, shutting the door behind us, along with locking the doorknob in case the kids actually come home early. Turning around to face Finn, I let out a loud squeak when he lifts me by the back of the thighs to carry me to the bed where we gently places me on the middle, and I rest my head on the pillows.

I grin when Finn unbuttons my jeans, unzipping these before moving to my ankles to pull these off, along with my socks. He drops the pieces of clothing onto the floor, never breaking eye contact with me, and this simple act has me becoming even harder than I already am. He maintains eye contact while he removes every piece of clothing except for his black boxer-briefs. Sitting up, I quickly pull off my shirt, tossing it onto the floor to join the growing pile that is scattered on the carpet.

Finn climbs onto the end of the bed, crawling toward me until he is hovering over me on his hands and knees. He leans down to connect our lips, and I wrap my arms around his waist to pull him down until his body is flush with mine, and he happily settles himself between my spread legs.

"Are you sure you want to do this because we do not have to, if you are not ready?" he seriously questions as he stares down at me.

Eagerly nodding at him while biting my lower lip; "I am sure about this. I want to do this with you."

Finn nods, grinning down at me as he leans down to connect our lips in a tender kiss. When we gotten each other off with a combination of hands and mouths, we cleaned ourselves up, and now are cuddled together on top of my bed. We have dressed ourselves in our socks, underwear, and pants, and left our shirts off to enjoy the skin to skin contact. Finn is lying on his back while I am lying on my side, facing him with my head placed over his chest.

"Hayden, may I ask you a very personal question? I understand if you do not want to answer," Finn murmurs as he softly rubs the tips of his fingers up and down my side slowly.

Humming in agreement, he continues on with his question; "Were you ever allowed to voice your wants and desires in the bedroom with your ex?"

"No, I was not," I softly admit, afraid if I answer any louder, then it will only confirm again how pathetic I am and have been. "How did you figure that out?"

He is quiet for a second as he continues to run his fingers over my skin; "It was a guess, honestly because of dark your skin became when you asked."

"Well, that was a good guess then," I murmur with a soft chuckle while I trace my fingertip over his tattoos on his chest and stomach. "Elliot always controlled what and when we had sex, so I was never allowed or given a choice to try something new to me."

"That was not, and is not right that he did that, along with other things he did and said to you," Finn mumbles, and it sounds like he is angry over this. "Elliot should have given you the right to voice what you wanted, or needed sexually, along with other aspects of your life."

"Was what I asked for okay with you? Was it wrong of me to want, and ask for that?" I nervously ask him while lifting my head off his chest to look him in the eyes.

"What you asked for was perfectly fine, and no it was not wrong of you to express your sexual needs to me," he assures with a soft expression. "Now, if you express a need or desire of any nature that I am not comfortable with, I will explain to you why I am not comfortable. I expect you to do the same with me when I suggest something you are not comfortable with, okay?"

"That is a request that I can agree, too," I murmur with a soft smile, and a quick nod.

Moving to place my head back on his chest, but giving his chest a light kiss before doing so because I am feeling a little bold. Finn softly chuckles at what I just did. We lay in bed until our bellies rumble sometime later, and that is when we decide to get up, and start cooking dinner.

"What are we thinking of having for dinner, Hay?" he questions as we pull our shirts on after turning the clothing right side out.

"Um, I am thinking we could make a homemade pizza, how does that sound to you?" I ask as we head toward the kitchen.

"That sounds yummy," he grins, and that is what we have.