“You hurt?” he asks, pulling back to look at me.

“Just a little sore. You rode me like a rodeo horse.”

Laughing into another series of soft, brief kisses he whispers, “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”

The vision of Finn’s head between my legs and memories of his warm suction and growling vibrations, of the things he did to me last night, make me hungry for different kisses, deeper ones that give me his tongue and his sounds.

His other hand comes up to grip the back of my head and he gives me exactly what I want: the deep, demanding kisses of a man about to throw me down and satisfy me.

His cock presses into my stomach and it’s a presence I can’t ignore. Kissing down his neck I push his shirt up with my hands, nibbling and sucking on his warm chest, stomach, hip bones. He lifts up once I have his fly unbuttoned, helping me pull his jeans down his thighs.

I love the honesty between us, how he watches, eyes steady and lids growing heavy when I draw my tongue up his length from base to tip, sucking away the sweetness.

“Fuck that’s good,” he whispers.

Playing, I lick around the base and up his entire length, making him wet all over so I can take him in my mouth as deep as I can, sucking up and down as he stares, eyes dark and lips parted.

Sliding back up, I release him with a smile. “I like how serious you look when I’m giving you head.”

“It’s something I take pretty fucking seriously.” His thumb comes up to rub across my lips.

I lick his thumb, lick the head of his cock, taking both between my lips, playing with them with my tongue. Beneath my flattened palm, his stomach muscles spasm and tense.

“Let’s go to the bed,” he says, voice tight. “I wanna lick you while you do this.”

I pull back and stand, and when he gets up, he pulls his jeans back up over his hips and bends to me. “Come here.”

His kiss is so sweet, so searching it literally makes my legs wobbly. The band of his arms around my waist and back, the curl of his huge body over mine... I feel like I’m climbing him, clawing my way up so I can wrap all around him.

“Was that our first fight?” he asks against my lips, smiling.

“I guess,” I say. “Not too bad.”

“Hey,” he says, pulling back to look at me. “Tell me your good news before we get naked and forget the world.”

Oh, right.