But he leaned forward, his forehead pressing into her lower belly.
Iris sucked in a breath, and he felt the way she melted against him.
Her free hand rose, lightly resting on the back of his head, her fingers sifting through his hair.
It was all the encouragement he needed.
His head shifted, lips grazing her stomach and dragging a shaky little mewling sound from her.
He moved across her soft, water-cool skin, the barely there touch making her breathing quicken and her fingers tighten in his hair.
His hands drifted up from the sides of her knees, over her thighs, her hips, then shifted back to sink into the curve of her ass.
Finn’s mouth trailed from one hip to the other, lips pressing warm kisses to her skin until Iris was rocking restlessly, silently begging for more.
His hand grazed back down her thigh, sinking in just behind her knee and pulling up.
Her leg lifted until he rested her foot against the chaise beside his leg, the position opening her up to him.
His head shifted, lips pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, tasting the salt on her skin, before his tongue flicked out, tracing the seam of her thigh, then moving greedily between.
The sound she made nearly undid him. It went straight down his spine. Lower.
Her fingers curled in his hair, holding him against her. As if he had any intentions of moving away when he had her like this.
Soft.
Sweet.
Practically vibrating with need.
For him.
His tongue traced upward, finding her clit, and working slow circles around it.
She gasped his name, making heat flood through his chest.
That washisname on her lips.
Those were his whimpers and moans.
Her hips rocked against his face, chasing every flick of his tongue as he drove her higher and higher.
Her body tensed, her thighs starting to shake as she got closer.
Those sharp, breathy little sounds she was making? He wanted to hear them a hundred more times.
But her body had other ideas as she tensed, as her breath caught.
One more flick and she shattered for him, body shaking, voice wrecked—and he never wanted to hear anything but that sound.
He shifted his head, pressing another kiss to her inner thigh, then reaching for her hips, pulling until she lowered down onto his legs.
His arms went around her body—trembling and breathless—holding her together as she fell apart.
Her body shifted closer, and a ragged groan escaped him as the thick press of him met the core of her.
The little whimper that escaped her had his hips rocking up against her.
