My hand lands on the side of her head, threading through her silky strands. “You didn’t think what?”
“Hmm?” Her eyes are still closed, her inner walls still convulsing around me.She’s so fucking perfect.
Reluctantly, I withdraw my fingers, hoping it’s not the last time she'll give me the privilege of being between her legs. I think about asking the question again, but with the way she’s blissed out of her mind, I don’t think she’ll respond.
Finley’s eyes eventually open, vibrant blue with two wide black irises. She gives me a satisfied smile. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this good.”
She shimmies next to me, bottom lip ensnared in the top, gaze on me. “I want to do something for you, if you’ll let me.”
Finley pulls back the comforter and moves toward the end of the bed. I lift my head to find her sitting patiently between my legs, staring at the tent in my pants. Fuck, I need relief.
More than that, I needher.
My head falls back on the pillow, ceding control to Finley, who rips my boxer briefs down my legs. She flings them to the floor, then grips my thighs, squeezing the muscles.
“You’re stronger,” she says with such reverence in her tone, I have a new appreciation for all those hours I clocked in the weight room during the offseason.
Her mouth slides down my shaft until the head of my cock hits the back of her throat. Her tongue licks up the sides as she slides back to the tip. “As perfect as I remember.”
Fuck.
“I’m not going to last long,” I choke out.
Her hand lands on my abdomen and traces the skin above my hip bone. “You let go when you’re ready.”
This woman.
“You are fuckingamazing,you know th—”
My words cut off as Finley eases my cock back into her mouth. I lose my ability to speak, to think, to do anything other than let tension build. The way her soft moans reverberate against me amplifies the sensation of her mouth, tongue, hand. It’s such a turn-on to watch her blond head bob up and down, to know she enjoys wrapping her pretty lips around me.
I don’t want this moment to end.
But as I think the words, my hips jerk on instinct, desperate, needing more. She takes me deeper, hollowing out her cheeks to apply the pressure I crave.
“Finley,” I warn, but she grips my hips, keeping me in place, silently encouraging me. Her tongue slowly swirls around the head of my cock before she plunges down my shaft again so quickly, I go off like a firecracker, spilling into her mouth.
I’m a fucking mess. She’s made me a fucking mess, physically, emotionally.
I’ve had crushes and puppy love and drunken hookups, but for the first time, I’m consumed by another person. I wake up every morning looking forward to seeing her, to learning more about her, to watching her sail through the air like she’s fucking magic. My heart stops in my chest when she laughs at something I’ve said or when she shows me that gorgeous smile.
I’ve never been this desperate for another person, never craved their presence regardless of what we're doing.
Finley settles into the crook of my arm, sighing contentedly. Having her in my arms eclipses everything else we did, illuminating the depth of my feelings.
I press a kiss to her hair. “I can’t feel my legs.”
She laughs, draping her arm across my waist. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.” I tilt my head to the side. She’s already looking at me, smiling big. I can’t not ask the same question I had after our hookup in the locker room. “You don’t want my mouth?”
Finley’s breath hitches like I’ve surprised her.
“I do,” she replies. “On mine. Ireally likekissing you, Zach.”
My mouth breaks into a smile. “Yeah?”
“Like, I could do it all day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
