Page 126 of Camera Shy

Before I can respond, he yanks my panties to the side and drags his tongue across my slit. I was already melting. Now I’m on fire.

“Oh my God,” I groan.

He’s not teasing me tonight. We’re on a timer, so immediately he’s lapping at me like a thirsty dog, and suddenly I don’t care so much about how I look. I weave my fingers in his hair and grind against his wet tongue, trying to work as hard as he is.

“I said relax,” he mumbles and blows against my clit, the cool air making me shudder. “I’ve got this. Lean back and enjoy.”

He lets his saliva pool on the tip of his tongue before he flicks at my clit rapidly, following his own advice about head he gave me a few weeks ago. It went something like—keep it wet, lots of pressure, and my favorite part…lots of praise.

“Goddamn, you taste so good and feel so soft,” he moans against me. “How’s that feel, Queen?”

“Good,” I force myself to breathe out.

“Hm, just good?” He latches onto my clit and hollows his cheeks, sucking as hard as he can as he slinks one finger into me.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, ignoring the fact the driver can probably hear everything. Is there music playing? We should turn on some music…loud…because I really want to scream. “Yes, like that.”

He stops sucking just long enough to respond. “Good girl, that’s more like it. Tell me how good it feels.”

“You are a fucking king, Finn. You’re so good at this. Please don’t stop.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he grumbles as he works in a second finger. “You know something?” he asks, removing his lips from my body.

I lift my head from the back of the seat. “Keep going,” I plead. “I’m close.”

He looks up and shoots me a wicked smile. “You still have my fingers. Goodness, you needy girl. Let me talk to you for a minute.”

I blink at him as my lips press together in a hard line. “I am zero percent amused.”

He thrusts his fingers into me hard, making me grunt. “This is too easy.”

“What?” I cry out as he picks up the pace.

“Yeah, I know your pussy backward and forward by now.”

He’s careful to keep his fingers long and straight, knowing if he curls them, I’ll make a fuss about making a mess in this limo. I let him do that to me at home, preferably in the shower. Not here. Not in my mermaid costume, right before we’re about to go into public.

“I know exactly how to make you feel good, baby. I’ve got this pussy on lockdown.”

“Your point?” I ask through gasps.

“Now, how do I get your heart, hm? What do I need to do to keep you? To convince you that you are exactly what I want?” He latches onto my clit again with his lips and drives me to the brink, making sure my toes are curling and my thighs are tensing before he pulls away again. “I need you to start falling in love with me now, Avery.”

In love?

Normally, I’d feel like this is a wildly inappropriate time to be having this conversation, but it feels right with Finn. It doesn’t matter whether we’re talking or fucking, the connection is the same. It’s deep, and real, and so all-encompassing. Maybe my emotions will explode at the same time my body does…

“I’m halfway there and I don’t want to be alone at the finish line,” Finn continues.

He nips at my clit now, knowing how it sets me off. It’s the thrill of the idea of danger. He could hurt me, but he doesn’t. He’s so controlled, his nip almost on the cusp of pain but not quite. The perfect balance makes me explode. It’s the trust I have knowing Finn is always going to dare me to jump off the cliff, then be waiting at the bottom to catch me.

I come so hard it almost hurts. The way my back arches so intensely my spine aches, my thighs fatigue, and my head knocks back against the headrest so hard it bounces right back up. I have to rip Finn away from my body with both hands because he’s dead set on pushing me past my limit and he continues to drag his tongue all over my sensitive entrance. The sensation is so intense that it’s torture.

“Stop,” I beg. “I came, Finn. I already came.”

“I know,” he says with a chuckle as he yields and rises from his knees to slide back into his seat. “We need to work on your endurance.”

“Endurance?” I ask as I adjust my panties over my swollen and throbbing center and realign my skirt.

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