With her mouth otherwise occupied, she showed him what she wanted. Her hands grabbed the waistband of his shorts, dragging them down.
Finn pushed up to allow her to work his pants down.
Her hands sank into his ass, dragging him against her, then grinding against his hard length.
A groan moved through Finn as he pushed up to watch her with molten eyes as she rocked against him.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured. His hips ground down on her cleft, dragging a ragged moan from deep within her.
Her stomach coiled, tight and expectant as the air between them crackled—too thick to breathe, too sweet not to taste.
But before she could feel the pulse of release, Finn was pulling up, sitting back on his heels, his gaze moving over her for a moment as he reached for his wallet, finding the foil, then making quick work of protecting them.
“Look at you,” he said, his hands drifting up and down her legs, “trembling just at the thought of more.”
“Finn,” she whimpered, reaching for him and pulling him down on her again. “Please.Please.” Her legs wrapped around him, her body shaky with her need.
“Shh,” he murmured, breath near her ear, “I know. I’ve got you.”
He rocked against her.
The press of him felt like a promise.
For more.
For everything.
Finn’s hips shifted.
Then she felt the press of him again, the push, the slide as he moved into her.
She was strung taut, every nerve lit, her body begging for the release that was just out of reach.
They both gasped at the sensation as he slid deep, her walls closing around him.
“I’ve been dreaming of this,” he told her, his voice thick with need. “About how you would sound when I’m buried deep inside you.” He rocked his hips just a little deeper, dragging a ragged moan from between her lips.
There was nothing then but sensation as he started to move.
Iris felt strung up, every inch of her wired and waiting, sure that the very next touch could detonate her.
“You feel so good,” Finn groaned as their bodies moved faster, growing more desperate.
Pleasure tightened, gathering low and hot like a wave about to crest.
Her breath came in frantic gasps.
“That’s it,” Finn murmured. “Let go. I’ve got you. Just let go.”
And so she did.
She came like a storm breaking, like a tidal surge swallowing everything but the sensations.
Everything clenched as she came, gasping, clawing, wrecked.
Finn groaned as the orgasm continued to roll, taking him with her, his body tensing, his breath catching, his weight coming down on her.
She wrapped him up in her arms and legs, satisfaction humming through her body.
