Finn
Scarlett turned in my arms, pressing her forehead to mine.
“I love you,” she breathed, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.
“I love you too.”
“Ah,” she screamed as my finger gently made its way inside her, beginning to pleasure her. She moaned with delight as my movements started, slow and deliberate, before gradually increasing in pressure and speed. Her moans grew louder and more insistent, filling the room with her desire.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips rising to meet my touch. “Right there.”
I smirked, continuing, savoring every sound she made. I could feel her body tightening on the brink of release. But just as she was about to let go, I withdrew my finger and dropped to my knees.
Her eyes fluttered open, surprise and frustration flashing across her face as a whimper es
