I squeezed his shaft. “Finn, yes,” I countered, sliding my hand under the waistband of his briefs.
When bare skin met bare skin, he released a groan so pained it sent an answering ache deep inside me.
His hand snapped out to grab my wrist, but with my thumb, I caressed the tip. Sliding my finger through the drop of pre-cum that had spurted there. For endless seconds, I waited, wondering what he’d do, then after my lungs felt like they were burning from holding my breath, he hesitated, and finally rolled onto his back and covered his face with his forearm.
Was that green for go?
Unsure of what to do, I waited an additional moment, then he rocked his hips slightly, and I smiled, knowing I had my answer.
I didn’t take it for granted.
Time was of the essence. I needed to keep him on the precipice, otherwise he’d revert to his he-man, know-it-all attitude, and I’d be left feeling so empty I wouldn’t be able to sleep all night.
Slipping my other hand under his briefs, I pulled him free. When the tip of his cock grazed the fabric, he released a groan, and I moaned at how hard and fucking sensitive he was.
God, I had to have him in my mouth. It was a biting urgency in my blood.
“Finn, help me. I want to taste you.”
His second groan was heartfelt. “N-No, Aoife.”
“I need to, baby. I want your cock in my mouth and your cum streaming down my throat.”
When he grunted, I felt his cock pound out his heart rate in my hand.
“Please, Finn, I need you,” I crooned, dipping down to press an open-mouthed kiss to his pecs. He shuddered when I moved my tongue around the area, palpating the skin softly.
That this man could react so strongly to me fired my blood like nothing else could. I’d missed this, missed him so fucking much.
I knew this side of him. Knew how to read him. Knew how it affected the man outside of the bedroom, and without this aspect of our relationship, I felt like I was walking blind. The intimacy was gone, and I hated that. It was like missing a limb. I’d lived pretty much my whole life without sex, but after a few months with Finn in my world, I never wanted to be without it, without him, again.
“Are you sure you’re ready for it?” he asked, his voice almost soundless as he breathed the words.
“I need you,” I purred, hoping against hope that I didn’t sound stupid and, instead, sounded sultry and sexy. “I’m so empty, baby.”
He was still for a second, then he murmured, “Stay where you are.”
Resting on my good side was the only real way I could get comfortable, but I faced outward and not toward the center of the bed. To accommodate him, I had to be maneuvered across the mattress.
By the time he’d helped me move so I was centered on the bed and farther down, I was feeling a lot less sexed up. Pain had made my brow sweat because I was on my back with pressure directly on the wound, but I knew Finn. I knew what he tasted like, what he felt like, and I needed that.
This intimacy was important to my mental health, but more than that, he was a craving in my blood. An addiction that hadn’t been fed in over two months.
He was breathing heavily when he rounded the bed, not from exertion but from excitement.
It never ceased to astonish me that I could do that to this man. This gorgeous creature who would make any woman drool. Whose body was made for sinning, but whose face was that of an angel.
My mouth watered as the automatic spotlight from the yard bled through the blinds for a second, illuminating his chiseled jaw before flashing over his pecs and delineated abs. I saw his cock too, and realized he’d pulled off his briefs.
Fuck, I wanted to be naked too. Wanted to feel his skin against mine but I couldn’t.
Not yet.
I shuddered as he approached me, and he tilted up so his hips were slightly angled for me to suck him without exerting myself.
His scent floored me. Pure man. Mine. Musk. Soap. They hit me in waves of longing that had me wishing I could take him into my body, but not yet. Not yet.
Soon, though. Soon.
I licked my lips, gathered spit in my mouth, then slipped him inside, dragging my tongue down