Artemisia
Oh, my Goddess.
I sigh happily, even if the fire expanding in my chest makes it hard to breathe.
Clasping the bedsheets, I withstand the first wave of pleasure rippling through me.
“f**k,” I breathe out as Fynn’s tongue slides through my folds slowly, making me wake up with a moan.
I lift my head, seeing him move between my legs with closed eyes. It looks like he is tasting the best thing he ever had in relish.
“Fynn,” I moan, failing to get his attention.
His tongue continues to glide over my c**t pleasurably, my heart skipping in my chest as he tilts his head to suck my nub between his lips.
My back arches off the mattress as I scream in pleasure. Finally, he looks up at me, grinning slyly as I try to keep my breathing even.
I drive my fingers into his hair, I
