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“Right here,” I pressed another kiss closer to where she needed me. “Just relax.”

Her voice broke on something between agreement and frustration. Either way, I took my time—remembering what made hergasp, what made her hips lift toward my mouth, what pulled sounds out of her that she probably didn’t even know she could make.

When I finally put my mouth where she needed it, licking long and slow with the flat of my tongue, she gasped—back arching, fingers gripping tight as curses tumbled from those perfect lips.

I settled in, nudging her legs further apart as I buried my face against her slick folds. Her breathing changed from quick and shallow to deep shuddering inhales—the small whimpers she couldn’t control escaping and making me smile against her.

“You taste exactly how I thought you would, sweetheart,” I moaned into her before pushing my tongue deeper. She tasted like salt and want and something uniquely her. I could’ve stayed here all night, learning exactly what made her fall apart.

“Oh—” She cut herself off, bit down on whatever she’d been about to say. I lifted my head just enough to meet her unfocused gaze.

“Let me hear you, baby. Nobody around but us this time.”

“I—okay,” her voice shook. “Okay.”

I got lost in the taste of her, the heat, the way she responded when I pulled her clit between my teeth. I added my fingers, feeling how wet and ready she was. She tightened around me immediately and I gentled my touch, slowed down even though she was tugging at my hair trying to urge me faster.

“Not yet,” I murmured against her. “Want you to feel this.”

I found the rhythm that made her desperate—consistent pressure, attention on her clit, three fingers curled inside her hitting that spot. Her thighs started trembling.

“Finn—I can’t—” Her hips rolled against my mouth as her hand fisted in my hair hard enough to hurt. Good hurt. “That’s—please—”

I doubled down. Same rhythm, same pressure, taking her apart piece by piece.

She came with my name on her lips—full-body shudder, thighs clamping around my head, and sounds I’d remember forever. I worked her through it, gentler now, until she went boneless.

I pressed one last kiss to her inner thigh and sat back. She was flushed pink down to her stomach, hair wild across the white pillows, eyes unfocused and dark. Her chest rising and falling as she came back down.

Most exquisite thing I’d ever seen.

“You good?” I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand.

She laughed lightly. “I’m... yes. Exceptionally good. Fuck, Finn, I’m incredible.”

“Youareincredible,” I agreed, kissing my way back up her body. When I got to her mouth, she kissed me deep, not seeming to mind the taste of herself on my tongue.

“That was...” She leaned back enough to look at me, eyes still hazy. “You’re really great at that.”

“I do aim to please.”

She laughed—genuine and happy. Then her hand slid down between us, pressed against the front of my boxer briefs where I was hard and aching now.

“Your turn?” Her voice tipped lower.

The Viagra had kicked in at some point—I could feel it in the way blood was still rushing south, the edge of urgency that wasn’t quite desperation but was damn close.

“Yeah,” I caught her hand, brought it to my mouth, kissed her knuckles. “But I want all of you this time.”

Her breath caught. “You do?”

I looked at her—made sure she could see exactly how much I meant this. “I want to be with you. Completely. If you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.”

I kissed her again. Slow and thorough. Let her feel how much I wanted this. Wanted her.

She reached and pushed my underwear over my hips, licking her lips as I sprang free. I finished pushing them off and kicked them to the floor before crawling back over her.