Impatient, Iris reached back, tracing the rigid line of him through his pants until he was rocking into her touch, until his breathing went as ragged as her own.
Then his fingers were slipping out, and he was pressing her forward until her forearms were pressed against the wall, her ass arched out toward him.
His hand traced down her spine, teased across her hips, over her butt, then dragged her panties down.
She heard the slide of his zipper, then felt the press of his hard length against her.
Iris wiggled back against it, shameless with her need.
A low chuckle moved through Finn as he teased himself against her. A pressure. A press. A pause.
Iris pushed backward, gasping as he started to fill her.
Her gasp turned into a moan as he sank deeper, slow and steady. He gripped her hips, steadying her, anchoring himself.
Iris’s arms pushed harder against the cool wall, her breath catching with every inch. The stretch, the heat, the dizzying closeness. She felt split open and stitched back together at once.
Finn rocked into her, his rhythm building gradually, deliberately. But unhurried. Like he was trying to memorize every sound she made, every shiver that moved through her.
Iris tried to bite back the sounds climbing in her throatbut Finn’s hand grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her back against his chest, his lips in her ear. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”
A breathy cry slipped from her lips, and he groaned in response, sinking in deeper.
She could feel it in the way his fingers flexed on her hips, in the tension coiled tight in his body, how close he was to losing control.
She felt the same urgency building inside her.
But Finn kept the same agonizing pace, each slow thrust sending sparks ricocheting through her.
Finn’s teeth nipped her earlobe. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she whimpered. “All of you. Don’t stop.”
His curse was a reverent thing, nearly a prayer. And then he gave in.
His stroke deepened, his grip tightened as he moved harder, faster, chasing the edge for them both.
His free hand slid down her body, pressing between her thighs, teasing her closer and closer.
Iris turned her face into his neck, overwhelmed by sensation.
Close.
She was so close.
His hips rocked.
His finger circled.
She tensed, shuddered, spiraled.
“Iris,” he gasped, voice breaking as she shattered around him, breathless and undone, finding his bliss with her.
Their breaths tangled, their bodies spent afterward, just leaning into each other, enjoying the tingling aftermath.
She felt boneless, floating, tethered only by the strengthof his arms around her as their plans for the future tumbled from between their lips. A house by the beach. Monthly trips out on a boat and to visit her family. A saltwater hot tub for the apartment so Iris didn’t always have to go down to the pool if she wanted to connect with her roots. A guest room for her sisters, mother, or Monty. Vacations to explore all the beautiful oceans of the world together.
He promised her hot pretzels.
