blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
She parts from their kiss and so Finn lavishes his attentions against the side of her neck and her collarbones instead, his fingers deft and knowing seemingly exactly where to touch and how. And thus is the advantage of having the past that he does, if ever there was one. His kisses are punctuated with a soft smile as well, to hear her enthusiasm for his work, and his fingers roll against her clit with enough pressure to be relentlessly teasing without being too much altogether.
Eventually - just as her lips are starting to wrap around his name, in fact - his fingers dip lower, one slipping inside her to make gentle come hither motions. "Like this?" he whispers, his lips having trailed kisses up towards the shell of her ear. "Or faster? Or," and how someone like Finn manages such dark mischief in his tone is a conversation for another day, "shall I use my tongue instead?"
Eventually - just as her lips are starting to wrap around his name, in fact - his fingers dip lower, one slipping inside her to make gentle come hither motions. "Like this?" he whispers, his lips having trailed kisses up towards the shell of her ear. "Or faster? Or," and how someone like Finn manages such dark mischief in his tone is a conversation for another day, "shall I use my tongue instead?"
FINN
