blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
"Oh, don't get me wrong. It felt good," Finn mumbles against the side of her neck, a soft moan of satisfaction leaving his lips to feel her wrap her legs about him. He wants more, craves more, and the touch of her hands is like a sweet balm against nerves that have been too frayed for too long. Finn closes his eyes, and it's all he can do to hold himself over her, feeling her move against him as they try to collectively catch their breath.
"It felt more than good," he adds, tilting his head into the sensation of her fingers in his curls. "This feels more than good, too. I haven't... it has been a very long time since I was touched, like this." Years, in fact, and every part of him cries out for more of it now. "Are you... I mean, it wasn't too disappointing, was it?"
"It felt more than good," he adds, tilting his head into the sensation of her fingers in his curls. "This feels more than good, too. I haven't... it has been a very long time since I was touched, like this." Years, in fact, and every part of him cries out for more of it now. "Are you... I mean, it wasn't too disappointing, was it?"
FINN
