“Abso-feckin’-lutely.”
He used his hold on my hand to turn the key, then nudged me through the front door. In an instant, he spun me around, slamming his lips to mine. His tongue swept along my bottom lip, demanding entry. I opened and was immediately rewarded with a taste of heaven and tiramisu; a heady combination. We were on fire and I wanted to burn from the heat of the flames. Before I knew what was happening, my purse hit the floor when he lifted me into the air by the backs of my thighs. My squeal of surprise was lost somewhere among our ragged breaths as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands moved to palm my ass, holding me in place.
“Bedroom,” I panted. “Down the hall, last room on the left.”
We were moving before I finished giving directions. Crossing the threshold, I flicked the light switch on the wall at the same time he tapped the side of my thigh, wordlessly telling me what he wanted. Unwinding my legs, I let them drop, sliding down the front of his body. The backs of my knees brushed the edge of my mattress, then I was falling backward. He followed me down, settling between my spread thighs. His hard length nestled between us as he ground against my core.
“Oh God,” I moaned into his mouth when his hand cupped the underside of my breast.
His other arm snaked around my back, dragging us farther up the bed before he rolled, flipping our position.
“I need to taste you, baby. Scoot up.”
“Scoot up? It’s been a while for me, but shouldn’t we be naked?”
He sat up quickly, dragging my dress over my head with ease, leaving me naked except for my brand-new black lace bra and panty set and my sparkly silver heels.
“Problem mostly solved. Now crawl up here and hold on to the headboard.”
“You’ll suffocate,” I scoffed.
“I need your pussy on my tongue more than I need to breathe.”
“Holy shit.”
“Don’t let a hungry man starve, beautiful. Scoot up.”
Far be it from me to keep a man from his meal.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I grumbled, doing exactly what he asked.
There was no time to be embarrassed; not when his fingers wound around the sides of my panties, and not when he ripped them from my body. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever experienced. At least it was until his handsclamped around my hips and pulled me down to his waiting mouth. I wasn’t prepared for the first swipe of his tongue through my folds, or the second. By the third, the idea of smothering him was a fleeting memory. My body swayed under the pulsing desire coursing through every molecule.
“Please.”
“Please, what? Do you need more?” The tip of his tongue circled my clit slowly, bringing me closer to the edge without letting me fall over.
“Yes.” I sucked in a breath as one, then two fingers penetrated my sex, pumping in and out, over and over.
“Come on my tongue, then you can come on my dick.”
He twisted his wrist, hitting a place inside me that had never been touched. That was enough to make my vision blur and send me soaring. I swore I must’ve blacked out for a few seconds because, somehow, I ended up on my back with a completely naked Finn standing at the foot of the bed, rolling a condom down his long, thick cock. Grabbing my ankles, he dragged me down the mattress, putting my feet flat on the bed and my pussy on display.
“You still good?” A hint of uncertainty flashed across his face.
“More than.”
His lips tipped up into a grin as he fell forward, catching himself with one hand next to my head, while the other worked between us, lining himself up with my entrance. “Wrap me up. I wanna feel the sting of your heels in my arse while I’m fucking you.” Then he snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep in one stroke.
“Yesss.” My neck arched as he stretched me wide.
“We’ll go slow next time. You feel too damn good and I’ve waited too damn long.”
Easing out to the tip, he slammed back inside, stealingmy breath and whatever was left of my sanity. He maintained the same rhythm, grinding his hips against my bundle of nerves with every inward thrust. I’d never had sex like this before; never imagined it could be this incredible. The man was a fucking sex god, and I was here for it.
“Find it, Waverly. I’m not going to last.”
“I’m there.” My deep moan filled the room as indescribable pleasure ripped through my body.
