Page 99 of Distress Signal
But I wasn’t going without him.
Squeezing my pussy tighter around him, I reached around until I found his balls and rolled them in my palm.
“Come, Finn.”
Finally given permission, but before letting go entirely, Finn found my clit with his hand, circling it lightly before pressing his thumb down hard. Like hitting a button, my release barreled through me, my back bowing off the bed like my soul was being sucked from my body.
With a groan, he followed me down. Finn buried himself as deep as he could go, throwing his head back with a roar as he spilled long and hot inside me.
“Good boy,” I murmured, brushing my fingers through his hair as his body shook in my arms.
I barely noticed him collapsing on me, both of us spent, bodies slick with sweat, chests heaving from exertion.
For long moments, we laid like that, Finn pressing me into the bed, his softening cock still inside me.
At last, he moved, lifting himself up and pulling out, then reclining back on his heels. His attention went to my pussy, where I couldfeelhis cum dripping out of me.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he said, a bit dazedly. Reached down, his pointer finger lightly brushed through my sensitive flesh to collect his release—and stuffing it back inside.
I twitched at the intrusion, but fuck. I’d never had a man do something so filthy to me, and I thought I might let Finn come inside me every day if it meant he’d do it again.
Without a word, he got up, and I watched, entirely blissed out, as he disappeared into the attached bathroom. A moment later, he returned with a wet, warm washcloth and set to cleaning me up. His strokes were gentle as he dragged the fabric across my skin, his gaze so full of adoration, it had emotion clogging my throat.
“Thank you,” I managed to rasp out.
“Anything for my girl,” he grinned, tossing the cloth across the room. “Aftercare is important.”
Then he settled on the bed at my side, drew me into his embrace, and promptly fell asleep.
I followed not long after.
I nestled deeperinto the warmth surrounding me, not opening my eyes yet, content for the moment to bask in other sensations.
The warm, smooth skin beneath my cheek and fingers, slightly raised because of the tattoos decorating it.
The soft breaths that fanned across the top of my head, and the rise and fall of his chest.
Turning my head, I pressed a kiss to pec, right over his heart, against the lifelike feathers of the eagle’s wing.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured sleepily.
“Morning, handsome.”
“What time is it?” he asked, eyes still closed.
Sitting up slightly, I glanced at the alarm clock on the opposite nightstand.
“Just after seven.”
He groaned. “I told West I’d be ready at eight, but I have no desire to get out of this bed.”
“More aerial recon?” I asked with a grin, sliding over and on top of him.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and nodded, his eyes finally flying open when I rolled my hips, his cock—which was, unsurprisingly, already hard—sliding against my slick pussy.
My nails dug into his chest, anchoring me there, as I rocked again. Asking a silent question with my body.
Finn grinned. “Be my guest.”
