“I’ve been wondering the same thing,” she quips.
Placing a hand between her breasts, I gently push her back until she’s lying below me again. I drop my lips to her chest, teasing her with small kisses and licks, avoiding her nipples, just to see her lose it a little. It’s torture for me, honestly, but her stuttered breaths tell me she’s getting desperate too.
She digs her fingers into my hair and attempts to steer me toward her rosy peak. “Finn. Please,” she pleads in a raspy moan.
A dark laugh bubbles out of me before I give her what she wants. I finally pull her pebbled nipple into my mouth and suck hard, laving it with my tongue. Her groan of satisfaction makes me smile around her delicate point, and I let my teeth dig in just a tiny bit. She hisses a breath, and her hips buck beneath me.
As I move to the other breast, I let my hand follow the curve of her waist. The fabric of her leggings glides smoothly under my fingers as I trace a path down until I reach the junction of her thighs. Even through her leggings, I can feel the warmth radiating from her core as I grind my palm against her clit. The need to make her come, to feel her heat and wetness coat my fingers, is driving me wild.
“Finn,” she bites out as she pulls my hair until I meet her lust-filled gaze. Licking her lips, she eyes me up and down before ordering, “Strip.”
This confident version of Millie is so satisfying to hear. It makes my heart sound like a racehorse in my ears. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her gaze never leaves me as my shirt hits the floor in record time, and I stand at her feet to strip my pajama pants and boxers from my body. I let her look her fill, completely bare before her.
From this view, I can watch every flick of her eyes over my body, every twitch of her thighs as she seeks some relief for thepressure between them, and every movement of her breasts as she takes shuddering breaths.
Her eyes land on my cock, and it twitches in response, making her lips snap into a knowing grin. She slides onto her knees, and my breath stops. The intention is clear on her face as she crawls the two steps toward me and rises until I can feel her hot breath on my cock. My eyes widen as she tilts her head back and forth over the glistening tip, spreading my arousal on her lips.
The entire world stops on its axis as she tips her chin, looking up at me through her lashes, and teasingly licks the tip once.
Fuck.She’s going to ruin me.
My knees go weak. I don’t think I can hold myself up anymore.
She scrapes her nails up my thighs, and my abs tighten as I try to keep myself under control. When she reaches my hips, her full lips part, and she takes the tip into her warm, wet mouth.
“Fucking hell,” I grind out. She groans with pleasure, the vibrations shooting straight up my spine. The silky strands of her hair glide between my fingers as I grip them, needing something to hold on to.
She watches my reactions closely in the dark room as she coaxes me into her mouth agonizingly slowly.
“Jesus Christ,Millie.” I don’t even recognize my own husky, raw voice. My fingers clench in her hair like it’s a lifeline, and I force myself to relax them a little.
Her eyes drop closed as she sucks, grazing her teeth lightly over my skin as she comes up and dives back down, pulling me in even deeper. My heavy breaths and groans mingle with the sounds of her wet mouth gliding over me, and it takes all my strength not to spill right down her throat.
I roll my fingers over her scalp, and she whimpers as her thighs press together and her hips squirm.
“Are you aching for me?” I grit out. Her eyes flick up to mine,and she nods. She slides back down my cock and—fuck—she takes me all the way this time, right to the back of her throat. “That’sso good. Right there.” I can’t help the primal urge to press my hips forward just the tiniest bit.
My spine burns with an impending orgasm, but I don’t want to come down her throat. I pull her hair back until my dick leaves her mouth with apop.
Glittering eyes meet mine, and she licks her swollen lips. “What is it?” she asks, blinking and feigning innocence like the wicked little temptress she is.
“You fucking know what.” I drop to my knees and grab her chin. “Your turn to strip.”
The apples of her cheeks rise with the force of her grin, and she stands, giving me an eye-level view of her waist as she slips her fingers into her leggings and pulls them off.
She stands before me in her thong, looking down at me with smoldering eyes. I drag my knuckle up her inner thigh, watching the path it takes. A pained whimper comes from her lips when I glide my knuckle over the soaked fabric.
“These too,stella mia.”
Following my orders, she tucks her fingers into the band, lowering the thong and letting it slip from her grip to drop to the ground.
She’s fucking magnificent—every curve illuminated by the moonlight. This breathtaking woman ismine. I get to spend the rest of my life showing her how much I care about her and how much she means to me. And it’s a goddamn privilege.
Her perfect tits rise and fall with her heavy breaths as I skate my hand up between her thighs. I dip a finger into her wetness and glide through her center. Her soft moans echo through the room as I reach her swollen clit and circle it.
“Oh, Millie. You liked having my cock in your mouth. You’redripping,” I murmur, my voice gruff and scratchy to my ears. “So needy and achy, aren’t you? Lie down and spread your legs for me. I can help with that.” Whimpering, she drops to the blanket and lets her knees fall wide.
