Her eyes lifted to mine—glassy. And something in my chest went quiet. Not just hunger, but trust. This woman looked up at me as if I anchored her to something real. Her lips were swollen and shining, cheeks flushed, and her eyes remained steady on mine.
It only made me harder.
I flexed my fingers in her hair, tightening my grip until I held full control of her head. I wasn’t forcing her down, but the intent simmered just beneath the surface. She knew it, and she wanted it—her breath quickened. I held her still for a long second, her throat working around me in frantic pulses, a choked whimper vibrating through me, a sound registering between protest and desperate plea.
When I finally let her pull back enough to breathe, saliva stretched between her lips and my slick cock. She sucked in a ragged breath, her tongue already moving, tracing a meticulous path from base to tip, collecting everything as if she couldn’t tolerate waste. The sight of it went straight to my dick.
“Christ, Libby,” I said, tracing the seam of her lips with my thumb. The words scraped out of me, raw and unguarded. “Taking me like this before the damn sun’s even set.”
Her answer was a needy whine as she tried to sink back down, held just out of reach by my grip in her hair. Her eyes pleaded, dark and glassy.
“Not yet,” I said, keeping her exactly where she was. “I want to watch you earn it.”
I guided her back down slowly, every inch disappearing past her lips—deeper this time—until her nose pressed flush against my skin and her throat bulged visibly around me. I held herthere, savoring the frantic convulsions of her throat muscles, the desperate dig of her nails into my thighs, the wet sounds escaping her lips.
This woman had gotten past every defense I’d spent years building, past the discipline and deliberate simplicity I’d constructed my life around. She’d done it without trying, without strategy, in the span of seven days.
And somewhere along the way, I’d stopped trying to close the gap.
“Fuck, Libby.” I lifted my head to meet her gaze. “That’s it.”
The sight of her undid me, piece by piece.
I thrust shallowly, testing. She moaned around me, sinking deeper—her nose at my base, tears welling in her eyes, not retreating an inch.
I pulled her off me with a wet pop sound that filled the room, and she gasped, tongue darting out instinctively.
“Up here, baby girl,” I said. “Now.”
She crawled up my body and I flipped us before she settled—pinning her beneath me in a single motion, the mattress dipping under our weight. Her legs fell open without hesitation, and I settled between them, my cock slick from her mouth and pressed insistently against her soaked pussy.
Drenched. Already dripping for me before I’d done a single thing to earn it.
I dragged the swollen head through her folds—slowly, letting the thick ridge catch against her clit on every pass. Her hips bucked beneath me, desperate and seeking, trying to force me inside. I kept control, kept the pace, gave her only the barest friction while her arousal coated me and dripped down to soak the sheet.
Her eyes locked on mine. Open. Unguarded.
I held her there—suspended in silence—because this moment mattered. She mattered.
“So fucking wet,” I murmured against her ear, lips brushing the sensitive shell before I nipped at her lobe hard enough to pull a sharp gasp from her throat. I soothed it with my tongue. “You wake me up like a greedy little slut, sucking my cock before the sun’s even down, and you expect me to be gentle?”
I rocked my hips and slid the full length of my shaft along her slit, grinding the head against her clit in slow circles until she whimpered and her nails raked down my back.
“I’m going to take you apart so completely you won’t remember what quiet feels like.”
I pulled back enough to look at her. Wild eyes, lips parted and swollen. Chest heaving in shallow, desperate breaths. Beautiful.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered.
Something hot and possessive shot through me—not just want, but the recognition of what she’d actually handed me. Not just her body. Her surrender.
“Say it.” My voice was low. “Tell me what you want.”
Her breath hitched. Her hips twitched uselessly beneath me, chasing contact I hadn’t given her yet. “I want you, Finn,” she whispered, the words catching in her throat.
“Good girl.”
I let the head of my cock nudge at her entrance—pressing just inside, enough to stretch her open around the promise of more, enough to feel her body tighten and plead around nothing. She whined high and desperate, heels digging into my ass trying to pull me deeper, and I held exactly where I was and looked down at her and let her want it. Before I could change my mind, I whispered something I had never asked of anyone. It was too personal.
