Page 99 of Clean Finish

I walked quickly inside and shifted into my fae form as I dropped my bag and kicked off my boots, almost sending one of them flying across the hallway. Before Seb could say a word, I was flinging my arms around his neck and lunging up to kiss him.

He froze in shock for a second, then chuckled against my mouth and kissed me back. I strained closer as our tongues tangled together, clutching at his hair and moaning my approval when he picked me up with ease. My legs snapped around his waist, tongue thrusting feverishly into his mouth and tiny sounds already escaping me as we kissed. Man, I was really worked up already for some reason. It hadn’t taken long for me to start craving sex all the time now that I’d actually experienced it.

“Have you—started making—dinner yet?” I asked between kisses. He shook his head, squeezing my ass. I pulled back to rake my teeth over my lower lip and said, “Maybe… Could we eat, um, after?”

My dick was already really hard, trapped uncomfortably in my jeans. Seb could definitely feel it against his stomach. He grinned at me wickedly, then started carrying me toward the stairs.

My gut bottomed out with excitement. I wanted to kiss him again, but decided to be sensible while he carried me upstairs, so instead I buried my face in his neck and inhaled deeply. But soon I was trailing my lips over his neck, then pressing kisses there, timidly using my tongue to stroke his skin with each one. I nibbled at his skin with my fangs—gently, obv. I wasn’t sure if it felt good for him at first, and I had literally no idea how to be seductive, but a low sound rumbled up Seb’s throat as he clutched me to him tighter.

As he carefully lowered me onto his bed and knelt between my splayed legs, I realised he hadn’t said a word since I’d got here. It made me a little nervous, so I blurted, “Sorry, I’m just—It feels like it’s been ages since we, um…”

He chuckled, smoothing his big hands up my thighs. “It’s been less than a week.”

“I know, but it… it feels like longer,” I breathed, eagerly tilting my chin when he leaned down over me.

We started kissing again—deep, hungry kisses that felt simultaneously endless and nowhere near long enough. Soon Seb was sliding his big hands up my sides, rucking my sweater up with them, so I quickly sat up to help him pull it off before kissing him feverishly again as I lay back down. Our fingers clashed as we both fumbled to undo my jeans, and I lifted my hips to let him strip them off along with my underwear, feeling him peel my socks off at the same time.

When he tugged down his shorts, I broke the kiss and quickly looked down so I could watch his cock emerge. It was caught under the waistband at first, until he pushed his shorts down his thighs and it swung up to bob in front of his stomach, hard and flushed. My breath left me in a rush.

I didn’t know what he had planned for this lesson, and I didn’t care. Whatever it was, it would be amazing. I’d showered before coming over, so I was fresh and squeaky clean and ready for anything.

“So.” Seb tucked his thighs under mine and sat back on his heels, trailing his fingers lightly over my legs and making me shiver. “For the sake of being thorough, I think I should show you the rest of the erogenous zones on you before you do the same to me. How does that sound?”

I nodded quickly, my hands creeping down to stroke his knees. “Okay. Yeah, th-that sounds good. H-how many more are there?”

“Just a few.” His fingertips skimmed up my inner thighs, making my cock buck against my stomach. “But they’re on your back. Are you comfortable with lying on your front?”

A flash of nerves made me want to squirm. If I was on my front… my nub would be right there. He’d be staring at it the whole time.

I tried to push the anxiety away. He’d already seen it. Various body parts of his had touched it. He didn’t seem to mind it at all. He’d called it cute. He’d said he liked that I had a tail to match his in his half-shifted form.

I let out a slow breath and smiled at him. “Yeah.”

“Are you sure, sw—Lark?” He hesitated, then reached up and smoothed his thumb over my cheekbone. My eyelashes fluttered with pleasure. “I don’t have to show you. We can do something else.”

“No, I want to,” I breathed, turning my face to drop a shy kiss on his palm. “And… and then I want to do the same to you.”

He searched my eyes for a second, then smiled and nodded. “Alright.”

Grinning with far more bravado than I felt, I sat up and pressed another firm kiss to his mouth before scrambling around onto my front. My face was hot as I settled my cheek on my folded arms, wings twitching with nerves. My butt was, like, right there. He could see it. I hoped I had a nice ass, at least, even with the nub. I’d always wished it could be a little rounder, but I was cursed with my dad’s tall and lanky genes.

I almost choked on a breath when Seb settled on top of me, his hard cock trailing over an ass cheek while he pressed a kiss to the back of my shoulder. As he made his way toward the bend of my neck, his hips rocked forward a little, and his dick slid over the crease of my ass.

Oh my god. My heart was pounding. This was both scary and so freaking exciting. I knew we probably weren’t going to do it today, but would he eventually fuck me like this? Keeping me trapped beneath his big body, caging me in with his muscular arms. His hips smacking against me as he grunted with every thrust.

My cock pulsed against the bed, making me shift restlessly. My knees tried to slide outward a little, but he was straddling my thighs, trapping them together.

“How are you feeling?” he murmured, pressing a slow kiss to my neck.

I shivered, keeping my eyes closed as I rested my cheek on my folded arms. “G-good. Um, sorry if my nub, um, gets in the way or anything.”

“It won’t.” He gently pulled my hair free of its messy bun and ran his fingers through it, sweeping it all out of the way so the back of my neck was exposed.

I shivered again, my wings fluttering quickly, then winced as I felt them hitting his chest. “Um, sorry about my wings too—”

“Larkin.” He nuzzled the back of my head. “Stop apologising. Your body is perfect.”

My breath caught. “Is it?”