Her words cut off when my mouth lands on her pussy. This time, my tongue takes her without hesitation, licking through her center, pressing hard against her clit. I keep it there, rocking the sensitive nerves, while my fingers ease inside her, moving slowly until I find the spot that has Finley’s hips bucking off the couch. What I lack in experience, I make up for in attention, memorizing the way Finley reacts to each movement.
“Ohmygod,” Finley cries. Her hands land in my hair, her thighs squeezing my head, trying to keep me in place, as if I’d go anywhere.
“Zach. Zach. Zach,” Finley whimpers, her words breathier with each pant.
She’s barely holding on, sweat collecting on her skin, legs quaking on my shoulders. I love seeing her wrung out. And I can’t wait for her tense body to collapse. Because ofme.
My tongue swirls around her clit once more before I suck it into my mouth, my fingers teasing the spot she likes. I secure her hips with my free hand as they try to buck off the couch.
“Zach,” she moans. “Oh God, oh God… I’m—”
Finley’s hips thrust against my mouth once, twice, and then she comes undone. Her moans ratchet higher as she rides out her orgasm, and I stay with her the entire time, wringing out every last drop of pleasure. Once her moans quiet to satisfied sighs, I pull back on my heels.
She slings an arm over her eyes, taking in steadying breaths, her heart rate beginning to normalize. Her hair’s an absolute mess from thrashing against the couch.
I’m so unworthy of her, but I can’t think of anyone who would be. At least I can guaranteeI’lltreat her the way I know she deserves.
My hand instinctively falls to my dick, rubbing over my boxer briefs, needing friction to relieve the ache. I’ve never been this turned-on. I’m surprised I didn’t unload while face-first in her pussy. Finley might’ve taken that as a compliment, but if I finish while she lays motionless, I doubt she’ll ever want to see me again. I ease onto my feet, ready to take care of myself in another room before I combust and send her running for the door.
“Where are you going?” Finley bolts up, resting on her elbows.
She’s so beautiful with her hair askance, cheeks flushed pink, pupils wide. I suck in a breath, knowing I need to say something, but my mind goes blank as I stare at her. Finley’s entire body is on display for me, pert breasts, muscular thighs, toned stomach, bare pussy. My balls tighten painfully, I'm unable to keep my eyes off her, even though it’s undoing me.
“Zach?” Finley whispers.
When I look back at her, she’s got her arms crossed over her chest like she’s self-conscious. She thinks I’m trying to sneak away from her.
“Sorry, I’m out of my depth here.” I suck in a breath. “You’re so fucking perfect, and I want you so badly. But I don’t want to rush you. I need to be somewhere you’re not so I don’tloseit in here.”
The worried lines on her face melt away, leaving behind the grin I adore. “You’re so cute when you ramble.”
I scoff. “I’m not. I’m—”
“And you’re fucking hot on your knees.” Finley pats the space on the couch beside her. “Come here.”
My anxiety dissolves instantly when she wets her lips. She wastes no time, swinging one leg over my lap to straddle me once I’m seated. I hiss when her hot center meets my crotch, and she swivels her hips back and forth.
“You’re such a good listener,” she murmurs.
“Finley.” My tone is all warning. I’m about one second from ruining this moment if she doesn't stop writhing on top of me.
“You have condoms, right?” She smirks, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of my neck. “Maybe in the same place as your sex toys?”
“Jeans,” I croak.
Finley leaps off my lap and bends over in front of me to snag my jeans off the ground, giving me a view of her spectacularly sculpted ass, a preview of what it’d look like to take her from behind.Fucking unbelievable.
“You think so?”
Shit, I must’ve said it out loud.
She holds out a condom, her smirk still firmly in place. At least she’s amused by the way I’m embarrassingly gone for her. “Put that on, please.”
I follow her instructions. “Finley, I’m not going to last long.”
She twirls the remaining condoms folded together like an accordion. “Good thing we have a lot of these then.”
Her knees are back on either side of me. She gazes at my cock, still hovering above me. She bites her lip, a nervoustick, shocking given how in-control she’s been about our sexual relationship from the start.
