Page 194 of Lost Lyrebird

He continues rubbing my clit, slow and relentless, torturing me for endless moments.It’s a performance—his own private show.Even as he hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and peels them down my legs, he takes his sweet time.Then he playfully twirls them around his finger once before flinging them across the room.

I shake my head and curl my finger, beckoning him back closer.

Dropping to his knees, he spreads my thighs wide to accommodate his large frame.One hand slips behind my ass so that the second his breath brushes over my clit, he can pull me to his mouth.The long, slow, languid lick up my center has my core tightening.

I lie back, close my eyes, and enjoy everything he makes me feel.The pressure of his hands on my skin.The heat of his breath against my pussy.The wet glide of his tongue.The rapid flicks over my clit.Even the scrape of his goatee on my sensitive flesh.All of it drives me wild, threatening to pull me under.

“Jesus, woman.You’re like a decadent dessert I’ve been denied for too damn long.Think I’m gonna be here a while takin’ my feel.”

He’s a man possessed as he devours me.I tug out his hair tie, threading my fingers into his hair, and use it to hold on.Rocking my hips, I attempt fuck him right back, but he growls and tightens his hold on me.The growl is fierce and possessive, and I swear the vibration of it ripples through my entire body.

He drives his tongue inside me.Two fingers soon follow.He curls them and begins to fuck them in rapid succession.I begin to shake.In mere moments, a haze settles over me as all other thoughts melt away.

“Oh, God.Finn!Fuck.That… that feels so fucking good.Don’t stop, baby.Don’t stop.”

His calloused palm roughly abuses my breast.That talented tongue of his returns to my clit.Looking down, I meet his dark gaze, and it’s the predatory stare along with his ministrations, and the fact that his fingers know what they fuck they are doing to my body—all of it shoves me completely over the edge and into a land of euphoria, my head snapping back, and a cry spilling from my lips as I cum around his fingers.

“Fuck.Uh.Jesus, Finn.I’m…fuck.”

“Yeah.Say it just like that.Like it’s a mercy plea, because that’s what you are, Lil’.You’re at my fucking mercy.”

He doesn’t ease up for even a second.He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I ride out the orgasm as his fingers pump into me.

I’m breathless and spent, too sensitive to take any more, and when I try to pull away—he finally lets me.After dragging a hand over his face, he brings his fingers to his mouth, like he’s savoring every last trace.

Tilt sideways, I pull the zipper of my dress down.He brushes my hand away and takes over.That too lands on the floor.

His mouth moves to my stomach, where his tongue circles the petite diamond stud nestled there.

I pull on his hair, raise his head, and tangle our tongues together—consuming him the way he consumes me, tasting myself on his mouth.

“You taste good, don’t you, baby?”

I nod and lick at his bottom lip.

He groans, and I feel it everywhere.His need—his desperation to be closer—matches mine.I pull at the hem of his shirt.He grabs it by the collar and peels it off.Every movement has those delicious muscles of his flexing.

The second his shirt hits the floor, his hungry eyes locked on mine.

I lightly run my nails over the ink of his chest piece—the one that speaks to me now in a way it didn’t before.It makes me feel like the missing piece of his soul—the woman he couldn’t let go of.The one he had inked here as a daily reminder of me, so he would never forget, and so we could find each other again.His reason for living and pushing through the pain.

It’s art.It’s love in its truest form.

And in a way, this version of him is more real: scars, tattoos, all of it.Not perfection, but rough edges.A body that tells a story, and it’s a story I’ll hold in my heart for as long as I live.

He pulls my thigh around his hip.“I can’t wait anymore, Lil’.The thought of being back inside you has been consuming my mind and driving me fucking mad.Wanna feel you, baby, all around me.Been waiting, but not sure I can wait another second to feel you again.”

I grin.“Right there with you.”

“Good.Then we’re done fuckin’ waiting.”

After picking me up, he sits me on the arm of the couch.I fumble with his belt and the button on his jeans, needing him so fuckin badly that my hands are trembling.He helps.Eventually, his jeans and briefs litter the floor along with the other articles of clothing we’ve discarded.

We’ve both been tested, and I have an IUD, so there’s no question about him taking me bare.

The thought of it has my core tightening with want.I widen my legs to let him in, and he groans at the sight before him.Then he closes the distance and grabs the chain around my neck, while his other hand dips between my legs, his fingers sliding back inside me.

“You ready for me, Lil’?”