Oh fuck.
I felt it surging through me like a tidal wave. Like a geyser that had no way to go but up. It rattled through my bones, making it so impossibly difficult not to move.
As the loud, wailed moan escaped me, I felt Finn’s smile around my clit. Then as I lay there panting, trying to get my breath back, he pressed a kiss to it, switched off the vibrator, and moved his face, wiping his chin on my thigh, leaving trails of my arousal there as his stubble made my sensitive skin tingle.
He climbed off the bed, then turned on the light. My eyes ached at the sudden illumination, but before I could even adjust, his fingers were back on me. I felt them slide through the sopping mess of my cunt, before he grabbed his cock and used my juices as lube.
My mouth felt dry as I watched him jack off. The movements hard and fast, jerky and abrupt.
“Unbutton your sleepshirt, Aoife,” he commanded, breathlessly.
I moaned but complied, keeping my legs spread as I parted the two sides of the shirt. When he came, he aimed first for my pussy, and then the last few drops he managed to spray over my tits.
My heart was thumping in my chest again at the sight of his seed against my bright red sex and without pause, I reached down and rubbed his cum into me.
His nostrils flared in response. When I tried to retrieve the toy, to pull it free of my body, he slapped the back of my hand.
“Leave it in.”
My eyes widened. “But why?”
“So you can appreciate my cock when I fuck you soon.”
For some reason, that hit me hard. I closed my eyes as my body responded like I’d been jolted with an electric shock.
My tits wobbled with each shaky breath as he ducked down and kissed me. He thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, sliding mine against his in a rough pattern that had me shaking as he stole the air from my lungs. Then, as was his way, he retreated by nipping my bottom lip. This time, he bit down hard, and God, it hurt, but equally, it had been so long since he’d not just nipped but bitten.
I moaned, hoping I’d feel the slight sting tomorrow, praying it wouldn’t have disappeared.
He switched off the light, rounded the bed, then climbed in beside me. He spent a few minutes helping me get comfortable, before he curled onto his side, curving into me.
I fell asleep to the feel of one hand cupping my breast while his thumb smoothed his seed into my skin, and the too-thick toy still inside of me, reminding me of things I couldn’t have yet, but desperately wanted.