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I tremble as I remove my finger from my clit and crawl to the edge of the bed. His grin grows deeper, more mischievous, the closer I get. I sit up on my knees in front of him, his length pressed against my torso, and grin.

“Did I like it?” I ask coyly.

He takes my hand that was just between my legs, folding each finger down except the two I used to touch myself. Both of them go to his face, past his lips, and into his mouth.

“Fuck,” I moan, as he sucks them clean. “Why are you so damn hot?”

“The irony.”

He smirks, wrapping an arm around me before I see it coming, and tosses me onto my back. My legs are over his shoulders, and his face is buried between them before I can catch my breath.

“Yes,” I say, hissing through my teeth. “Oh my gosh. Yes. Just like that.”

He manhandles me, lifting my butt to give himself better access. When my knees aren’t open wide enough, he moves them. When I won’t stay still, he places a hand on my stomach to keep me in place.

“Don’t,” he growls into my center, causing goose bumps to pepper my skin. Another lick from my opening to my clit has me writhing against him. “I love how your body reacts to me.”

He draws a circle around my clit before nipping it. The sensation is so sharp, so teasing, and my hips buck on their own accord.

His chuckle rumbles against my flesh. “Can’t resist, can you?”

“It’s not like you’re making it easy,” I say, squirming for more contact—for the release that is almost mine.

“The best things in life are worth the wait.” He flicks his tongue against me, sending sparks catapulting through my body. “Now lie there and behave, and let me enjoy you. I promise to take care of you. You know that.”

I do. He always does.

Something is deliciously freeing about having the choice removed from you and all you have to do is enjoy it. There’s no room for overthinking, no space to be self-conscious. No performance necessary. But that’s the beauty of being with Finn. He gives more, and better than, he takes.

“Don’t stop,” I beg as my thighs begin to tremble.

His mouth works me like he’s been starved. Each circle and flick—each hum against my swollen clit—is a firework detonating inside my brain.

I hold his head, pressing him against me and grinding my body against his face.

God, this feels so good. And when he adds two thick fingers inside me, bending them perfectly to hit the spot that sends me over the edge, I do, in fact, lose all sense of control.

Not that I had any. But I definitely don’t now.

I fist the blankets as my back arches off the mattress, and I try not to scream. But the pleasure is so intense that it’s a fine line from pain. I bite down, clenching my teeth so hard that I can hear them slip against each other, and try to pull away.

To no avail.

Finn licks and sucks my clit, pumping his fingers into my pussy, not stopping until every last drop of my orgasm has been wrung out of me.

I collapse against the bed with my heart ricocheting against my rib cage and my pulse pounding through my body.

He stands, licking his lips and grinning. “Welcome back.”

I chuckle as the bits of glitter falling through my vision begin to lessen. “It’s good to be back. I⁠—”

The baby monitor rustles across the room, and Finn’s eyes go wide. My stomach tightens at the thought of Sunny waking up. No. No, Sunny, girl. Please sleep for Auntie Pop.

But as quickly as the sound comes, it goes. And silence fills the air again.

“This is a new reason I question having kids,” I say, climbing off the bed. “It’s terrible for your sex life.”

“What are you doing?”