DAY 8
DAY 8My eyes flutter open, and butterflies swarm through me as Finn holds my body against him. He spoons me, and I’m almost tempted to fall back asleep, but then his hardness presses into my back. He’s hard, begging for me, and I know exactly what he needs.
Carefully, I slip away from his hold, then slide headfirst under the sheets. I take Finn out of his boxers and place my hot mouth around the tip. Slowly, I swirl my tongue, and when he moans my name, I grin in satisfaction.
Without rushing, I glide down farther, not able to take all of him at once, and nearly choke trying. When Finn pushes the covers down, I remove his boxers.
I steady my pace, loving his hearty groans as I tease my tongue down his thick vein. “Jesus Christ, Oakley,” he growls, fisting my hair.
Before I can f
