Her breath hit the back of my neck, and I turned to face her, reaching out to caress her smooth cheek.
“You’re very beautiful,” I whispered, and her breathing hitched.
“I didn’t come here to—"
“I know. I just needed to say it. You’re gorgeous.” I paused and let out a long sigh. “Okay, now I should be able to sleep.”
“Finn?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for needing to say it. Sometimes a girl needs to hear it.”
I chuckled. “Well, in that case, you’re welcome.”
When I finally did fall asleep, I did it while holding her hand.
***
I must have been moving around during the night because the next morning I woke up with Alora in my arms, her back to my front. I had one hand on her thigh and the other had slipped under her T-shirt to rest on her bare stomach.
Morning wood was an issue.
She stirred, and a soft whimper escaped her, but I wasn’t sure if she was awake or dreaming. My eyes were drawn to the rise and fall of her breasts. Unable to resist, I pressed my lips to her neck in a tender kiss. She gave a quiet moan. Maybe she was awake. I swear I could’ve blown my load from that noise alone. On instinct, my hips moved, pressing my erection to her backside.
I heard her gasp, my name a husky whisper on her lips, “Finn.”
I groaned and kissed her neck again. She let out a shaky sigh.
“God,” she murmured, her hand coming up to grip my shoulder as she arched her spine back into me. The feel of her soft, plush arse pressing into my hard cock made me lose my mind for a second. I gripped her chin, pulling her mouth to mine and brushing my lips across hers.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispered shakily.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” I said against her mouth.
“I don’t want you to stop.” The second the words left her, I took her mouth in a hungry, wet, claiming kiss. I thrust my tongue inside, and her entire body trembled against me. I flipped her and positioned myself between her curvy, heavenly thighs, seating my throbbing cock against her softness. We were a perfect fit.
I continued kissing her, and her sweet little gasps and whimpers drove me crazy. I had to touch her. Slipping my hand under her T-shirt, I caressed her bare breast, her nipple a hard bead under my palm.
“Please,” she begged, writhing beneath me.
I broke our kiss, pushing her T-shirt up to bare her lush breasts. I’d never seen such an exquisite sight. After such a long dry spell, just seeing her was maddening. I was a starved man gazing upon a hearty buffet, and I didn’t know where to start first.
Lowering down her body, I took her pert nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. She cried out, and I smiled as I swirled my tongue around the delicate pink peak.
When I trailed my hand along her inner thigh and between her legs, she shuddered. I rubbed my thumb over her clit on top of her underwear, and she moaned, holding my head to her breasts now as I continued to lick and suck. I needed to feel her, all of her, so I slid my hand beneath the fabric of her underwear and groaned when I felt how slick and wet she was.
“Christ,” I muttered as I found her entrance and thrust a finger in, noticing how tight she was.
“Finn,” she breathed shakily.
“Relax,” I urged because I felt her tensing up. I circled her clit with my thumb, and her eyes drifted shut as her head fell back into the pillows and she relaxed again.
“You feel so good,” I rasped, my eyes intent on her face as I coaxed her to orgasm. I loved that moment when a woman just completely shattered beneath you, pleasure taking her over. I loved even more being the one who got her there.
And now I wanted to taste her. I wanted to make her come with my mouth.
Her eyes were still glued shut as I moved farther down her body. Her chest was rising and falling in quick breaths of anticipation. Then I dipped my head between her legs, quickly pulling her underwear to the side and touching my tongue to her clit. Her entire body jerked.
“What … what are you doing?” she gasped.
I couldn’t help grinning. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“Finn, you need to know something—”
“Tell me later,” I said, bringing my mouth back to her sweet pussy. I couldn’t get enough.
I sucked her clit, my finger still inside of her, moving slowly in and out. Judging from how tight she was, I suspected the thing she wanted to tell me was that she was a virgin. She’d only been twenty-one when Michael Ridley kidnapped her, so it made sense. But she didn’t need to worry. I wasn’t going to try and fuck her or anything. I just wanted to make her come, and if she told me to stop, I would.