“I want you to touch me,” I huff as he presses a kiss to my hip.
His eyes are nearly black as he lowers them between my thighs,and his hot breaths drift like silk over my skin. “Oh, I know what you want. I just like watching you writhe and beg for me.” He nips a small bite on my inner thigh, and my back arches off the bed, my nails digging into the sheets.
Then his mouth descends, and I’m in another world.
The sweeping movements are intoxicating, and pleasure blooms through me, reaching every corner of my body. He licks my clit and dives into me as my hands pull his hair and guide him closer. He chuckles, and the vibrations of his laugh send sparks through my nerve endings.
I slam my eyes shut to focus on the expert movements of his tongue. The cotton sheets against my back are a stark contrast to the cool air over my nipples, and it heightens everything happening to my body. He keeps moaning against me, and the buzz makes my hips jump.
My orgasm pushes higher and higher, reaching for the surface like a tsunami that’ll crash over me any minute. I’m almost scared of the intensity I feel building in my spine and hips, and for a moment, I think it might be too much.
But Finn’s fingertips dig into my thighs, holding me tightly in place. And when he twirls over my clit again, the release rushes over me, forcing my legs straight and my back to arch as I cry out.
Wave after wave crashes over me, flooding my body with warmth and stealing my breath.
When I pry my eyes open, Finn’s watching me, one corner of his lips tipped up in an arrogant smirk.
I want to wipe that smugness right off his face.
He crawls up the bed and leans next to me on one elbow as I sit up to start unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Wordlessly, he watches me as I get on my knees and slide his pants down.
“What are you thinking?” I ask, slipping my palms over his hips, right above his tight black briefs.
He brushes a hand through my hair. “How beautiful you look right now. How much I love the taste of you on my tongue. How fucking badly I want you to keep taking my clothes off.”
I grin, lowering my hands to his waistband, and he sucks in a breath as I pull them down. His cock springs free between us, and my eyes widen. “Holy shit,” I whisper, my voice laced with lust.
He barks a laugh, but it dies in his throat as I kneel between his legs and run my hands up his thighs.
“Millie,” he sighs as he tucks my hair behind my ear, his eyes wild with desire.
“It’s my turn to watchyouwrithe and beg,” I tell him, tickling my nails over his hips until his cock twitches between us. My thighs quiver with anticipation.
He falls back and covers his face with his hands. “I guess I deserve that.”
I lean forward and press a kiss to the warm, silky skin at the head of his cock, then run my tongue over the same spot.
“Fuck.” He gasps as his hips jump. With a sigh, he wraps my hair in his hands, his nails scraping over my scalp and sending shivers down my spine.
I slide my lips up the length of him in a feathery movement, tempting him to lose composure. I want to see Finn on the edge. Want to witness him completely coming apart for me.
“Tell me what you like,” I whisper, my lips brushing him as I speak.
“Fucking anything, Millie. Anything... you do.” He stumbles over his words as I dip my head and bring the smooth, velvety tip into my mouth, sucking gently.
His legs tense beneath my hands with the force of holding himself still. I do it again, earning a groan from the back of histhroat and the tightening of his hand in my hair. Then I slide him into my mouth as slowly as possible, letting the salty-sweet taste coat my tongue.
As I swallow his length as far as I can, his hips vibrate against my palms.
“That’s it,” he says, smoothing a hand over my cheek. “That’s perfect.”
I slide him out and push back in, relaxing my throat to take him a little deeper this time.
“Fuck. Yes, Millie.” He gasps, stumbling over his words. “Just like... fuck.”
I try to keep a steady rhythm as I focus on his eyes. They’re ravaged, blown wide so there’s no blue left at all. That edge of control I was striving for is right there. He looks desperate, and I love the power it grants me. It’s so heady to be in charge of his pleasure—to know I did this to him.
“That feels so good,” he groans, lifting his hips slightly to thrust into my mouth. I add my hand below my lips and pump them together.
