Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 128211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
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 flew into 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 from that.”
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.
“Maybe.” I wove my hands into his hair. “Or maybe just from you. From this. From…” I shook my head. “I never thought I’d have you again.”
He nodded, solemn. “I know.”
“Is this a dream?”
A firm shake of his head. “No, love. It’s real.” He kissed me, slow and long. “Real fecked up, maybe, but still real.”
I laughed at that, winding my arms around his neck and holding him to me for another lazy kiss. We stayed like that for a beat, our ragged breathing the only sound between us, the tension morphing into something softer, something sweeter — but no less intense. My entire body was buzzing, sated enough to sleep.
But I needed more of him.
“Finn.”
“Mm?”
I slid my fingers beneath the band of his briefs. “Off.”
He smirked against my neck, kissing me there before he leaned back on his knees. Without breaking my gaze, he reached for his waistband and slid the fabric down slowly, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as he freed himself.