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I blink, trying to parse through increasingly fuzzy memories. “Twice? Maybe? I…I don’t know. What—”

He presses his thumb against my clit and I fall apart beneath him.

“Fuck.Finn—” My moans come out as choked sobs.

“That’s one.”

“What?” I pant.

He brings himself up until his face is level with mine, fingers still slowly stroking my pussy. I wonder if he can feel each pulsation as I ride out the aftershocks of a surprisingly powerful orgasm.

“Two more to go, sweetheart.” He kisses me and grins. “At least.”

He gives me a minute to catch my breath and quickly discards his own clothing. I drink in the sight of him as he sheds his shirt and kicks away the tailored suit trousers into a dark corner of the room. His body is a work of art, and I’m very much enjoying the private viewing.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart,” he says with a knowing smirk.

“No thanks,” I say. He dips his thumb into the waistband of his boxers and tugs downward. “I’m good down here.”

His dick springs free and I can’t help but run my tongue along my lips at the sight of it. I could tell by the imprint and the feel of it rubbing against me that Finn’s dick would be nothing to scoff at, but this is something else entirely. It’s big and veiny — seven inches at aconservativeguess — and my pussy twitches, already ready for round two, as I watch him lazily palm it.

I make a mental note of the way he touches himself, committing the speed and pressure he applies to memory.

“You good?” he asks, hand still pumping up his rock hard shaft.

I nod, my words sticking in my throat as he walks toward me and rubs the tip of his dick down my jaw. I turn my head and take him in my mouth before he even has the chance to ask. He groans low and deep, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he slides himself along my tongue.

“Amber.” He groans my name like it’s a prayer, and I bring a hand up to squeeze the base of his dick experimentally. “Shit.”

That does it. He bucks into me, the tip of his dick hitting the back of my throat. “Shit. Sorry,” he wheezes, trying to still the erratic motion of his moving hips. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

I pull back a little bit and swirl my tongue around his head, lapping up the little droplets of pre-cum that have already begun to form. He hisses as my tongue slips into the slit on his head.

“Stop,” he pants. “Stop,stop.”

I frown up at him. “You don’t like that?”

He shakes his head, a sheepish smile twisting his lips. “I loved it. But I don’t want to finish in your mouth. Not tonight.”

“Oh.” Not tonight. As if we’ve got more time together beyond this one evening. I glance back at his length and bite my lips, resisting the urge to take him in my mouth again. “You were close?”

He nods, and ifthat’snot an ego boost, I don’t know what is. I give his dick one last long stroke, enjoying the way he shudders, and then I pull back.

I expect him to climb into bed with me, but he doesn’t. Instead, a playful look flashes over his face as he walks away.

“Finn?”

He rummages through his suitcase and pulls out a strip of condoms. He tears one open and slides it on, but he still doesn’t come back to bed. I watch, confused, as he grabs one of the comfy looking armchairs and drags it across the room until he reaches the large, mirrored wardrobe. He gives me a wink and then drops down onto the armchair and spreads his legs. “Come sit, sweetheart.” He slaps his thighs, making his dick bounce with each movement.

I slide off the bed and pad toward him. As soon as I’m close enough to touch, he reaches out and pulls me on top of him. My breasts bump against his bare chest as I straddle him and his dick slides impatiently against my opening. I wiggle around a bit, trying to find the right angle to sit on him and take him in, but Finn shakes his head.

“Not yet. Look.” He uses two fingers to tilt my head toward the mirror. “Look how beautiful you are, sweetheart.”

I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror, our bodies pressed together, our skin flushed, our chests heaving. I’m focused less on myself and more on how good we look together.

My pussy throbs again.

“Are you going to fuck me in front of this mirror?”

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