“Christ, Firefly,” he groaned, biting his lip and shaking his head as his eyes drank me in. “You’re a masterpiece.”
He was up and kissing me silent before I had the chance to reply, his mouth fixed on mine as his hands deftly grabbed at each layer of clothing still separating us. My trembling fingers fumbled with the lower half of his buttoned shirt while he took care of the top, and when we met in the middle, he shrugged out of it, hands sliding into my hair the moment his arms were free.
He kissed me long and promising, heat rolling off him like a steam engine, and then his hands were gone again. He made quick work of his belt and slacks, ripping them down and kicking out of them. Then, I was hoisted up, one hand at the back of my neck and the other holding my weight as I wrapped my legs around him.
Finn fell back into the bed, taking me with him, and as soon as my knees hit the mattress, his hands were free to roam. He cupped my backside and squeezed, giving me another little spank before one hand slid around my thigh and between us.
The moment his fingers brushed my clit, I whimpered.
“Christ, I’ve missed this perfect cunt,” he growled into my mouth, smirking as he spread my lower lips with one thick fingertip. I was soaked from my first release, and he slid his digit along my seam with a satisfied moan before plunging one finger inside me and curling it just the way I liked.
I buried my head in his shoulder, barely keeping myself upright for him to work his magic as my arms shook on either side of his head. Finn reached up to grab behind my neck and pull me down for a kiss, a second finger joining the first just as his tongue swept in and danced with mine.
“Sit that pretty cunt on me face. Let me taste you, love. I want to drown in your next orgasm before I fuck you to your third.”
I wanted to talk back. I reached for the sassy bite I knew I had inside me but came up empty as a shell. My first orgasm had hollowed the fight out of me. I was in full surrender now, ready to do any and everything he asked me to.
My heart thundered in my ears as I climbed up his body, Finn helping me maneuver as he slid down and off the pillows enough for me to straddle his face. He spanked me with a satisfied groan when I was seated, his hands taking my ass in full handfuls before he made me spread wider and drop lower. My hands shot forward for the padded wall that served as a headboard, and I held on for dear life to whatever I could grab as Finn took his first taste.
It was a slow drag; a flat, hot tongue covering me from where his fingers had stretched me to where I was still overly sensitive from my first climax.
I dissolved under his touch.
My head lolled back as I let a moan roll through me, hips rocking to find another lash of his tongue. He rewarded me with what I craved, licking me from seam to tip again and again before he cupped his lips around my clit and sucked.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, my voice strained against the second orgasm already building. I was so wound up from months of little touches and looks that I felt like an exposed nerve. Every lick had the power to undo me, and Finn seemed hell bent on tearing me apart.
My moans got louder with each flick of his tongue, each slow suck that drew me closer and closer to the edge. I was drenched — in sweat, in want, in the sheer fucking heat of his mouth on me after all the little games we’d played.
Finn held me firm, coaxing me lower like he wouldn’t be satisfied until I was sitting on him fully and trying to suffocate him. His tongue flattened and curled, his lips sucked and teased, and when he slipped two fingers inside me again, my hands flewinto my hair, body winding as I gave into my need and fucked his mouth.
“That’s a dirty girl,” he praised, curling his fingers in time with the rhythmic sucks of my clit. “Ride my face like I know you can’t wait to ride my cock.”
I shattered.
The orgasm tore through me with violent grace, a full-body quake that had me crying out into the night. Distantly, I realized I should try to be quiet, but there was no sense to be had in that moment. I was fully committed to sin.
I pressed my forearm to the padded headboard, forehead collapsing against it as the world turned white and hot and wild behind my eyes.
“Finn,” I panted. “Fuck—FUCK.”
He didn’t stop. His tongue and fingers danced in time until the aftershocks were nothing but twitches in my thighs and soft pleas from my lips. Only then did he ease me off his face, pressing one last lingering kiss to my inner thigh.
When I looked down, his mouth was glistening — and his lips were turned up in a smile.
“Fecking hell, Firefly,” he rasped, voice gruff and filthy and beautiful. “I think I could have come just fromthat.”
I slumped forward on a laugh, breathless and shaking, trying and failing to catch up. But Finn was already moving, already sitting up with those strong hands cradling my waist as he helped me ease down onto the mattress.
“Come here, love,” he murmured, crawling up over me until our bodies aligned again — until he was staring down at me like he’d just found religion.
With that look, the moment shifted, the frenzied passion of it melting into something deeper. I could feel Finn’s heartbeat against mine, could hear my blood buzzing in my ears, could feel every tingle of nerve endings from my neck to my toes.
“You alright?” he asked, brushing the back of his hand down my cheek, his touch featherlight now. Reverent. Worshipful.
I nodded, still dazed. “I think I’m in shock.”
“From the orgasm?” he teased with a smirk.