And until he could carve out more time for her, she would be happy to take these little stolen moments of intimacy when they were available.
Her hands slid down his back, sinking into his ass and pulling until he moved over her, sliding between her parted legs.
“Me too,” she agreed before pulling his lips down to hers.
It was all need and hunger then.
Lips and tongues and teeth.
Hands grazing, fingers clawing, bodies rocking.
Finn rolled onto his back, taking Iris with him, and he watched as she removed her filmy nightgown while he reached for protection.
But before he could slide it on, Iris was leaning down, pressing a kiss to his throat.
Her tongue traced the pulse point, loving how his heart was pounding for her, how his hands were digging into her skin as she kissed down his chest, his stomach, lower.
An almost pained groan escaped him when she took him in her mouth, sucking down to the base at a pace so slow that his hips were rocking up into her mouth, begging for more.
Taking her cue from him, Iris moved faster, sucking him as his muscles tensed, as his hand curled in her hair, making a pain-pleasure combination sear across her scalp.
And just when she thought he might lose control, he was fisting her hair, pulling until the pinch made him slide from between her lips.
“Get up here,” Finn said, his voice rough and commanding.
By the time she’d shimmied out of her panties, he was finished protecting them. His hand went to her hip, pulling until she lowered down onto his lap, trembling at the hard demand of him against her.
Iris rocked against him until she couldn’t take the pressure, the clawing need deep within, for another minute.
Shifting up, she positioned herself and lowered down.
She felt him press into her, and a low growl rumbled through Finn as she took him in, inch by inch.
By the time she’d taken him to the base, she was already shaking, the pressure coiled so tightly, it felt like a warning.
A whimper escaped her as Finn’s impatient hips rocked up into her, pressing deeper still.
“Show me how you like it,” Finn demanded. His fingers dug into her hips like it was taking every ounce of restraint not to take control, not to set the pace.
A little high on her power, Iris started to ride him slowly, soft little rocks of her hips that became faster circles until the need became too strong, until her self-control shattered.
Then she was riding him hard and fast, panting and moaning as she got closer and closer to that edge.
Heat spiraled, coiling tighter and tighter until the pressure alone felt sure to snap her.
“That’s it,” Finn groaned. “Let go for me.”
The tension snapped and her body surged, her head falling back on a moan as the orgasm sizzled through her system.
Finn rocked up into her, dragging it out, making it last, even as she fell forward into him, whimpering against his chest.
His arms anchored across her hips, holding her close as he rocked even deeper, his whole body tensing as he came.
He pulled her onto his chest afterward, both of them spent, bodies lax, too exhausted even to speak.
And if Iris tried hard enough, she could almost make herself believe it was enough.
But morning always came, and the fantasy always faded.
