“Much better. Now get on your knees.”
He hums and slides down onto his knees, chest heaving and cheeks blazing. I moan and press my fingers to my soaked thong as I massage around my breast with my free hand. He studies the movement and trembles, mouth parting for deeper breaths.
“Now what?” he pants, eager for more.
My teeth drag over my bottom lip. “Crawl to me.”
For a moment, he stares at me with midnight eyes.
“If you want me to sit on your face, crawl to me.”
“I’d crawl across fucking glass for you, Maya.”
The second he pushes his palms to the floor, I’m pretty sure I have an out-of-body experience. His gaze never leaves mine ashe crawls across the living room floor. It’s a sight I never thought I’d see, and holy fuck, it’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
There isn’t a glimmer of embarrassment or shame in his expression.
No, he’s as aroused as I am.
Finn reaches the sofa before bending down to kiss my ankle and trailing his lips down the inside of my thigh. “Let me have a taste,” he whispers into my skin.
I bury my teeth into my bottom lip as I watch him. “Beg me.”
He releases a soft moan, nipping at my leg. “Please let me taste you, sunshine. I fucking need it.”
“Need it, huh?”
I press my fingers against my thong again to find myself sensitive and throbbing. My breathing hitches as I take my hand away before I get too excited ahead of the main event.
Finn nods like a madman, his eyes latched onto my soaked underwear. “I’m addicted to you, Maya Brooke. I can’t get enough, you’re fucking intoxicating.”
His arms loop around my thighs before tugging me away from the sofa, and my ass falls over the edge. I shiver as his fingers toy with the edge of my thong, and I subconsciously grind my lips closer to his face.
“Please,” he groans as he looks up at me with green eyes, clouded with black pupils. “Please let me make you feel good. Let me fucking devour you and show you what you deserve.”
My back arches at his words and how sensual they sound when he whispers them. I’m nodding, unable to hold on for a second longer. He tugs off my thong and discards it somewhere behind him before spreading me wide.
It takes him three seconds to lean down and cover my clit with his mouth. I dive my fingers deep into his hair, holding him in place as he sucks and laps at me with his tongue.
He grunts, sending vibrations straight through me. “Fucking hell.”
Then he tightens his grip on my thighs, and he rotates himself so his back is against the edge of the sofa. I spin and face the kitchen, my fingers curling into the pillows as he drags my core down against his lips.
I cry out as his tongue licks over my clit, and I lean forward to muffle my moans.
“God,” he groans from beneath me. “You taste like heaven.”
My eyes roll back as he sucks on my clit before teasing my entrance with his tongue. I rock back and forth, my hips moving like crazy as he teases me. My head swims with pleasure, and I grip onto the edge of the sofa for leverage as he takes everything from me.
“Fuck, baby. You’re dripping down my face.”
My back arches at his words as he licks me again and again until my legs are trembling. His fingers grip my ass cheeks as he encourages me to ride his face.
“Finn—” I whimper.
The pleasure is so tight and hot and claws at me from the inside out.
“Ugh, fuck,” I groan. “I’m gonna?—”
