Page 58 of Artemis

It gave Finley even better access, and he hummed appreciatively as he vigorously lashed his tongue across her swollen clit, setting her off on her first orgasm of the night.

Artemis came down from the height of ecstasy slowly due to the continuous rolling of his tongue against the most sensitive areas inside her.

Her second orgasm came out of nowhere, and she clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle her cry of surprise, rocking her hips over his face as she rode his tongue. “Finley!” she moaned, voice muffled.

This time when she was recovering, Finley manipulated her body down until she was sitting over his hips, his cock thick against her wet folds, only one thin layer of material between them.

She fell forward, hovering over him face to face. She could see her juices all over his lips and chin. The scent was intoxicating. “You feel so good, even with a layer between us,” she purred, rolling her pelvis along his length. “Can you feel me hot against you? Can you feel me soaking the fabric?”

Finley’s jaw clenched and he nodded once, abruptly. His fingers dimpled the skin of her hips as he forced her down against him repeatedly.

Artemis locked eyes with him, taking in the dilated pupils nearly swallowing the dark blue of his iris. “I want you,” she whispered.

“Ineedyou,” he replied, his voice so full of desire that she shivered. “But first, I want to see you.”

Without hesitation, she sat up, ready to whip off her camisole, but he stopped her with his hands on her arms.

“Let me,” he said, and she fell back onto all fours hovering over him. “This is one of my favorite parts,” he murmured, gently tracing the straps of her top down over the softness of her breasts. He got to the nipples and tugged on the filmy material, her breasts spilling out over the neckline of the top, pressed together and swinging slightly from gravity. “Look how turned on you are, all drawn in tight for me. So sexy.” He arched up, sucking one and then the other into his mouth.

As much as she loved the foreplay, Artemis had had enough. She wanted him inside her, like, yesterday. Fortunately, there was a moonbeam falling into her room through the uncovered window. With barely a thought, she twisted it into position between them and shoved the elastic of his underwear down, releasing his cock to the air.

“What?” Finley mumbled, startled.

“I’ll take you bare if you don’t get this show on the road,” Artemis promised fervently. “Is that sufficient begging?”

His lips quirked up in a smirk. “That’ll do.”

Finley released her and she sat up, whipping her shirt over her head, now completely bare on top of him. The feel of his hard cock twitching against her sensitive flesh made her eyes roll back in her head. “You feel so good,” she gasped.

“I’ll feel even better inside you,” he growled in reply.

Artemis shuddered in agreement. With great strength of will, she pulled herself away from him, getting off the bed to retrieve the condom box. “Take those off,” she ordered.

Finley pushed his underwear down and off, and moved up the bed to center himself, all without looking away from her. “You’re so hot.”

“Even struggling to open a box?” Artemis said with a chuckle, the box torn across the top in her haste to get inside.

“As long as you don’t destroy the condom when you open it, seeing you so desperate only turns me on more.” He stroked his cock with one large hand and let out a hiss of pleasure. “Now get that thing on me and ride me until we both come so hard I can’t see straight.”

Amusement blossomed in her chest as she carefully opened the foil packet. “Will it fit?”

“They’re stretchy. Lube me up first. Uh…” He put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from sucking him into her mouth. “As much as I love your mouth on me, I meant it literally. Saliva dries up, lube is forever.”

That prompted a giggle to escape her lips. “I think the phrase is ‘diamonds are forever’.” She slicked his cock, her fingers barely fitting around it, and felt herself get wetter in anticipation.

“Ehhh,” Finley said, arching his back and clenching his fists. “They can be crushed with enough pressure.”

“Like the sun,” Artemis retorted, rolling the condom down his length with slight difficulty.

“And I plan to make you burn hotter than the sun for me, baby,” he quipped, reaching for the lube. “Get up here.”

“That’s a half-decent line.” Artemis straddled him once more. She moaned as Finley’s slicked up fingers rubbed over her folds, sliding inside one at a time.

“There is nothing decent about what I want to do with you,” he growled.

She whimpered, rocking her hips to coax him to thrust his fingers harder. “Then do it.”

“Don’t want to hurt you,” he replied through clenched teeth. “Feels so tight.”

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