‘Yes…’
I shouldn’t want this so much. He’s too good at this.
He runs his finger through my soaked centre before shoving it in. And all my thoughts scatter like dropped marbles. He moves like he has nowhere else to be, like my body’s the only place for him. And I roll into his touch with shameless need.
‘Already this wet for me? You’re going to be the reason I skip breakfast every day.’
I spread my legs wider to give him better access, and he plunges a second finger in. A sound escapes me that I will deny under oath. My spine bows, and I grip the counter. Finn keeps playing me with his fingers. Heat races up my spine, and I’m seconds from combusting when he stills his hand.
‘Hey,’ I protest between breaths. ‘Not…fair.’
‘Since when do I play fair?’ He withdraws his fingers and I gasp from the loss. ‘I want my mouth on you, Theo. I want to taste how sweet you are when you come.’ His voice is rough with need.
Oh damn. That’s… I’ve never had that before… Everything below my ribs pulls tight.
‘I’m not some…some dessert.’ But my hips rock forward anyway, betraying me. Need detonates under my skin, wildfire-quick, every synapse screaming more, now, yours in a language older than shame.
He turns me around to face him. ‘I want to make you come on my tongue. Until you forget every damn rule you’ve ever made.’
‘Pretty sure we burned those rules last night…’ I bite my lip as he sinks to his knees in front of me, his breath hot against my stomach. ‘And why are you smirking?’
This. Is. Happening.
He hooks one of my legs up, guiding it over his shoulder with one hand, the other braced on my hip. My heel rests against the flex of his back. His breath ghosts over me and I shudder.
‘Hold on, baby. This is where all control goes out the window.’
His mouth hits me like a power surge, sudden voltage straight to my core. There’s no finesse. Nothing but the wet, teasing lick of his tongue. I’ve never felt anything like it.
He devours me and I come apart like cheap lace.
‘Fuck. God. Oh god.’ I choke on my own breath as he drinks me in, all growling approval and worshipful greed.
The abrasive scrape of stubble sends sparks skittering up my thighs. His grip borders on cruel, welding me to his lips like he owns the space between my legs.
My hand shoots out, gripping his hair. ‘Jesus. Finn…’
His groan thrums against me. The leg he’s got on his shoulder is trembling. He seals his lips right there, sucking like he’s trying to steal my soul through my clit.
Do I let out a tiny scream?
Yes, yes I do.
‘Damn, you taste good,’ he mutters against me, barely pulling back.
I can’t answer. I’m panting, one hand fisted in his hair, the other bracing against the counter, trying not to collapse.
Finn flattens his tongue and strokes slow and wide against my clit until I’m keening. Heat coils deep, low, unbearable. He opens me with his thumb and goes deeper, tongue circling the way his fingers did earlier, but wetter, faster, intimate in a way that makes my eyes sting.
My grip on his hair tightens. ‘Don’t stop,’ I gasp, already close.
Finn pulls me in until there’s nowhere left to hide. I’m spread wide for him, one heel resting on his broad shoulder, chest heaving.
‘Finn…’ My voice breaks.
His tongue moves tighter, faster. Then he sucks again, hard and perfect. My whole body snaps. I scream again and nearly slide down the cupboard, white heat ripping through me in waves so intense that everything blurs. I’m not in my kitchen, not even in my body. I’m only need and his mouth and the endless, rolling aftershocks he won’t let me outrun.
I can’t speak. I can’t think. My hand stays tangled in his hair. Because if I let go, I’ll float straight off the planet.
