“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to worship this body again?” he whispers in my ear. “The dreams I have about you. They fucking haunt me, to know I had you and lost you.”
My fingers curl around the fabric of the sofa until my knuckles turn white. I’m stupidly sensitive, but Finn knows how much I love to be continuously stimulated. Even when I thinkI’ve got nothing left, he can still draw another orgasm from me until I’m crying with intense pleasure.
One thrust and he’s back inside me, and my eyes flutter shut. “Oh, fuck, Finn.”
“Yeah, keep saying my name, baby,” he says as he wraps an arm around my chest and hooks a hand onto the front of my shoulder. “Remind yourself who’s the only person who can make you feel like this.”
Wetness drips down my thighs as he rails me. The sofa legs scratch against the floor, and our skin slapping echoes around us.
He grips my jaw and twists his head towards me as he fucks me balls deep. “Tell me, who is the only person who can make you feel like this?”
“Y-you,” I shudder.
“Louder.”
“You,” I choke out.
“Yeah, that’s right. Only I can make this pussy fucking drenched.”
Finn drops my jaw and sinks his hand down my chest until he reaches my clit and starts to play with it. I’m a complete mess as he claims my body, mind, soul. I’m transported to the stars because that’s all I see as he curls himself around me and fucks me like I belong to him. It’s animalistic, feral, desperate, unleashed.
It’s everything I want.
He pinches my clit between his fingers, and I cry out a sob at the pulses that rocket through me.
“You’re going to come for me again.” He sucks on my earlobe. “You’re gonna come on my cock, and you’re gonna scream my name while you do it.”
“W-what if I can’t?”
Finn tuts as he pounds into me relentlessly. “Oh, but you will, because it’s not up to you. I know how much you love it when you’re sensitive. It gets you so fucking wet and needy, and I know this body can give me one more. So do it, sunshine. Give me one more.”
My eyes roll back as he fucks me, and I take everything he gives, like he said. When I come, I cry out his name because at this moment in time, he’s all I know, and all I want to know. He follows soon after, breathing heavily into my ear as he moans and holds onto me as he thrusts through his orgasm.
“Oh god, Maya,” he rasps thickly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
We’re both spent when we finally slow down and start to catch our breath.
Neither of us moves. My head is still spinning out of control.
“Oh my god,” I murmur when he finally slips out of me.
I hear him discard the condom, and then he’s wrapping me up in his arms. My body moulds into his as my heart rattles inside me.
Fuck.
“You okay, sunshine?” he whispers before kissing my head.
I drag my tongue across my bottom lip. “Yeah.”
After a few minutes, I peek my eyes up at him, only for Skye to start crying the next second. We both stare at each other, our reality creeping in.
I release a sigh and pull away from Finn. “I’ll get her.”
Before he can protest, I’m up to wash my hands and grab my robe on wobbly legs. I slip inside my bedroom and cradle Skye to my chest. I smooth back her blonde hair as emotion crashes over me.
Finn appears in the doorway after getting himself cleaned up. “All good?”
My nose tingles as I fight back a sniffle. I don’t look over at him. “Yeah, she needs changing.”
