Her eyes flash open, and a playful grin takes over her lips. I love how comfortable she is with me—like she trusts me enough to be herself.
She sits back, and I watch her movements like a hawk as she palms her breasts and rolls her fingers over her nipples. Moonlight dances over her cheekbones as she tilts her face to the night sky and grinds her hips against my aching erection.
“Finn,” she moans to the stars.
I’m breathless as her hands wander teasingly down her stomach, and she flicks open the button on her jean shorts. The zipper makes a resounding buzz as she lowers it to reveal a small patch of her green underwear.
She slips her fingers inside, but I can’t see what she’s doing. It’s the sweetest agony to watch her arms squeeze her tits together as she dives deeper and grinds against her own hand.
“Look at me.” I grasp her chin and guide her face down. Her eyes scan mine, and she smiles as bright as the moon. “You’re so fucking stunning right now. I wish you could see yourself.” Her attention dips to her body, and she shutters a breath. “I want to make you come. I need it—need to taste you and hear you moan again. Can I? Please?”
She drags her teeth over her bottom lip and nods. “Yeah. Yes,” she stammers, lowering herself onto the blanket beside me.
I catch the slight tremble in her body and pause. “We can stop here if you want to.”
A snort-laugh bursts out of her. “If you stop, I’m going to scream.”
Dropping my lips to her ear, I whisper, “Oh, I’m going tomakeyou scream.” The sound of her tiny whimper brings a smile to my face. “Mind if I remove these?” I ask, running my fingers over her shorts.
“Please.”
God, I want to listen to her beg me to touch her for eternity.
I loop my fingers into her shorts and underwear and slide them down her body, tossing them aside. A hum of approval falls from my lips as I glide my hands up her legs and across the silky skin of her hips.
I’ve fantasized about having her bare under me more times than I can count. My Millie naked, wanting me, with a greedy smile of impending pleasure on her face.
And I finally don’t have to imagine it anymore.
She softens as I crawl up her body, looping her arms around my neck and fusing herself to me. I leave a trail of kisses from the corner of her mouth to her neck, down her collarbone, and over her nipples. Her little moans and sighs are music to my ears as she writhes against me.
I continue the path of my lips down her stomach and skim over her hip. Her legs drift open wider for me, like she’s discarding every vulnerability. Letting me see all of her.
I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this, but I now have the privilege of knowing her this way. It’s rewriting my DNA. Making my heart beat just for her.
She runs her hands over my head, and I meet her eyes, admiring the look of impatience on her face. “I’m getting desperate,” she grits out as her grip tightens in my hair, steering me closer to where she wants me.
I can’t stop my loud groan as I finally give in to what both of us are craving and slide my hand between her thighs.
“Mmm.” I sigh as her wetness coats my fingers. “You’re so needy for me,” I whisper, moving up to circle her clit. I slide back down and press a finger inside.
“I’m not sorry for that either.” She laughs breathlessly.
Satisfaction burns through me as I pull my fingers away, because apparently, we’ve fixed the apologizing problem.
But her humor ends abruptly when I lower my head and press my tongue against her sweet, swollen clit.
Finally.Fuck, I needed her like this.
She gasps as I glide and lick in lulling, soft movements, knowing it won’t be enough. I want to drag it out because watching her squirm beneath me is my favorite form of torment.
“Fucking hell,” she hisses, grabbing my hair and pushing herself against my tongue.
My blood turns to lava as I cling to her for dear life, gripping her thighs so tightly that I might be leaving marks. I can’t help rolling my own hips into the blanket, seeking any pressure I can find.
Her fingers scrape over my scalp, and the movement has my eyelids dropping shut from the ecstasy of having her all over me. Every part of me is invaded by her. All my senses are engulfed in her pleasure.
Releasing one leg, I glide two fingers inside her, twisting and curling them until I hit a spot that makes her cry out. Her thighs twitch around my head while she pants and writhes under my movements. When I can tell she’s getting close, I suck lightly on her clit, and she releases a guttural moan into the night. It echoes in my ears as she wiggles and pulses, and I suck harder, gliding my fingers in and out with steady pressure.
