Give Me Butterflies (Oaks Sisters #1)

Chapter 35

Millie

Finn is kissing me tonight like he’s losing his mind. Like he’s been holding back every other time, but the last bricks of

protection around his heart have tumbled down, and he’s ready for everything .

The hardwood floors squeak under his steps as he carries me down the hallway.

“Left,” I direct him, and he turns to step through my bedroom door.

Stopping at the end of my bed, he lowers me down his body, my hardened nipples grazing over the smooth fabric of his shirt

as I slide to the ground. His glazed eyes are locked on mine as one corner of his mouth lifts in a small grin.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“Perfect.” I slip my hands under his shirt, following the ridges of his muscles with my fingers as I pull the fabric off and

drop it to the ground.

We’re equals now, topless and aching for each other in the glow of the lamp beside my bed. Finn’s hair is completely disheveled

from my fingers, his eyes like twin flames, sparking and flaring as they take in every inch of me.

I want to open a new Finn file in my mind to store every de tail of this evening. I need to remember exactly how our skin feels against each other and the way his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to hold back from touching me on the couch. And how he looks at me like I’m his favorite dessert and he can’t wait for the first bite.

“Millie.” He shakes his head with disbelief as he cups my jaw.

His gentle touch brings my head toward him until our lips meet. He tastes like the vanilla ice cream from our dessert tonight,

and I sigh against his lips. Our bodies collide as we tangle our arms around each other and stumble back until my thighs meet

my bed.

He breaks the kiss with a question in his eyes.

I nod and fall onto the mattress, leaning back on my elbows and letting him scan every inch of my body.

The bed dips beneath his hands as he leans toward me to press a kiss between my breasts. “I want to see you like this for

eternity.” A soft lick above my navel. “I want to memorize every freckle.” A scrape of teeth along my hip bone. “Tell me you

want me too.”

His eyes meet mine, hopeful and earnest while he waits for my answer.

And my response slips from my lips without pause. “I want you. It’s excruciating.”

“Yeah, it is.” He grips the waistbands of my lounge pants and underwear together and pulls them down, his knuckles grazing

my thighs, leaving a trail of burning skin behind.

Once I’m completely uncovered, he steps back to admire his work. “Look at you,” he says, shaking his head as his eyes dip

to the junction of my thighs. “Show me how wet you are, Millie.”

This version of him makes me light-headed. Everyone else sees buttoned-up, professional, stoic Finn.

But I get this Finn in secret—undone and amorous.

And I want it to be just for me, forever.

I scoot up on the bed and let my knees fall wide, baring everything for him.

“So goddamn perfect,” he whispers, muscles tense across his shoulders and arms like he’s barely holding back.

His gaze burns into me, taking every detail in with a hungry expression that gives me the courage to tease him a little bit.

I let my hand drift over my stomach and down to my core.

“Mmm.” I sigh, keeping my eyes on his as I move my fingers over my clit. He watches with rapt attention, hands clenching at

his sides. I’m drenched already, my arousal coating my fingers instantly as I slide them down to my opening and slip two fingers

inside, moaning at the pressure.

“That’s it. Just like that. Fucking flawless.” Finn licks his lips, prowling up the bed toward me.

I bring my fingers back up to touch my clit, and tingling pleasure shoots down my thighs. “I need you,” I whimper.

Having his eyes on me while I touch myself is intimate as hell, but I’m not scared at all. The way he’s watching my every

move is only making the ache for him sharper.

“I know, stella mia .” He runs a hand over mine as it moves between my thighs, like he’s memorizing everything by touch. “But you’re doing so

good.”

God , his words make my thighs tremble.

“Finn, please.”

He lowers his head and breathes out a chuckle against my inner thigh. “You’re impatient tonight.”

I pause my movements as he gets closer, anticipation flooding my veins. My hand falls to the sheet beside me in hopes he’ll

finally take over. But his fingers dig into my thighs, and he still just watches me.

“I want you to touch me,” I huff as he presses a kiss to my hip.

His eyes are nearly black as he lowers them between my thighs, and his hot breaths drift like silk over my skin. “Oh, I know what you want. I just like watching you writhe and beg for me.” He nips a small bite on my inner thigh, and my back arches off the bed, my nails digging into the sheets.

Then his mouth descends, and I’m in another world.

The sweeping movements are intoxicating, and pleasure blooms through me, reaching every corner of my body. He licks my clit

and dives into me as my hands pull his hair and guide him closer. He chuckles, and the vibrations of his laugh send sparks

through my nerve endings.

I slam my eyes shut to focus on the expert movements of his tongue. The cotton sheets against my back are a stark contrast

to the cool air over my nipples, and it heightens everything happening to my body. He keeps moaning against me, and the buzz

makes my hips jump.

My orgasm pushes higher and higher, reaching for the surface like a tsunami that’ll crash over me any minute. I’m almost scared

of the intensity I feel building in my spine and hips, and for a moment, I think it might be too much.

But Finn’s fingertips dig into my thighs, holding me tightly in place. And when he twirls over my clit again, the release

rushes over me, forcing my legs straight and my back to arch as I cry out.

Wave after wave crashes over me, flooding my body with warmth and stealing my breath.

When I pry my eyes open, Finn’s watching me, one corner of his lips tipped up in an arrogant smirk.

I want to wipe that smugness right off his face.

He crawls up the bed and leans next to me on one elbow as I sit up to start unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Wordlessly,

he watches me as I get on my knees and slide his pants down.

“What are you thinking?” I ask, slipping my palms over his hips, right above his tight black briefs.

He brushes a hand through my hair. “How beautiful you look right now. How much I love the taste of you on my tongue. How fucking badly I want you to keep taking my clothes off.”

I grin, lowering my hands to his waistband, and he sucks in a breath as I pull them down. His cock springs free between us,

and my eyes widen. “Holy shit,” I whisper, my voice laced with lust.

He barks a laugh, but it dies in his throat as I kneel between his legs and run my hands up his thighs.

“Millie,” he sighs as he tucks my hair behind my ear, his eyes wild with desire.

“It’s my turn to watch you writhe and beg,” I tell him, tickling my nails over his hips until his cock twitches between us. My thighs quiver with anticipation.

He falls back and covers his face with his hands. “I guess I deserve that.”

I lean forward and press a kiss to the warm, silky skin at the head of his cock, then run my tongue over the same spot.

“Fuck.” He gasps as his hips jump. With a sigh, he wraps my hair in his hands, his nails scraping over my scalp and sending

shivers down my spine.

I slide my lips up the length of him in a feathery movement, tempting him to lose composure. I want to see Finn on the edge.

Want to witness him completely coming apart for me.

“Tell me what you like,” I whisper, my lips brushing him as I speak.

“Fucking anything, Millie. Anything... you do.” He stumbles over his words as I dip my head and bring the smooth, velvety

tip into my mouth, sucking gently.

His legs tense beneath my hands with the force of holding himself still. I do it again, earning a groan from the back of his throat and the tightening of his hand in my hair. Then I slide him into my mouth as slowly as possible, letting the salty-sweet taste coat my tongue.

As I swallow his length as far as I can, his hips vibrate against my palms.

“That’s it,” he says, smoothing a hand over my cheek. “That’s perfect.”

I slide him out and push back in, relaxing my throat to take him a little deeper this time.

“Fuck. Yes, Millie.” He gasps, stumbling over his words. “Just like... fuck.”

I try to keep a steady rhythm as I focus on his eyes. They’re ravaged, blown wide so there’s no blue left at all. That edge

of control I was striving for is right there. He looks desperate, and I love the power it grants me. It’s so heady to be in

charge of his pleasure—to know I did this to him.

“That feels so good,” he groans, lifting his hips slightly to thrust into my mouth. I add my hand below my lips and pump them

together.

He makes a choking sound, and his fist tenses in my hair. “Come here, stella mia ,” he whispers, pulling me back until he pops out of my mouth.

I move up the bed toward him, and his warm lips land on mine as he presses his body completely against me. He kisses my lips

and throat and breasts like I’m the treasure he’s been scouring the earth for.

“Millie,” he whispers against my neck, sending goose bumps skating over my shoulders and arms.

“I love when you”—my breath hitches—“say my name.”

“I love when you moan mine,” he replies, peppering kisses over my collarbone.

When he settles his weight over me, the pressure is so perfect. My legs slide out to fit around his firm torso until his hardest part lines up perfectly against my softest.

“Are you sure?” he asks against my mouth.

“Positive.” I thrust my hips up, grinding myself against him, and he growls into my ear. “There’s a condom in the top drawer,”

I say, motioning to the nightstand.

He reaches across the bed and pulls out the small package. The foil crinkles as he opens it and slides the condom over himself

as he meets my eyes.

His are defenseless, open and raw. He kneels between my thighs completely naked, but the look in his eyes feels the most intimate.

I was right. Being with Finn is not something I can just fling myself into and then fall away from one day. This feels permanent

and inevitable, like we’ve been hurtling toward each other all along and are finally about to reach the point of impact.

But there’s not a single part of me that wants to change direction. I hitch my legs around him, drawing him closer, and he

leans forward to meet me.

Our gazes hold, and I memorize every detail of him shuddering with satisfaction as he pushes the tip of his cock inside me.

He breathes raggedly, eyes scanning over my face, lips parted in shock. All I can do is swallow thickly and nod, encouraging

him to keep going.

He presses his hips forward, inch by brutal inch, and I suck in a breath. I feel so full, almost to the point of pain, but

the sting never comes. Just a satisfying, heavy pressure that spreads pleasure through my body.

“Oh, fuck . Millie,” he groans as he reaches the hilt and buries his face in my neck.

My nails dig into his shoulder blades, and he shakes with the effort it takes to hold still inside me. His hot breaths dampen my neck as his chest rises and falls against mine.

A burning sensation ripples through my chest as my lungs constrict, and tears sting the edges of my eyes at this feeling of

rightness . This feeling of being exactly where I’m supposed to be.

It’s astonishing how quickly someone could transform into such a fundamental part of my life. How they could become so ingrained

in every little bit of my soul that I can’t even fathom how painful it would be if they left it.

That’s how this feels. Like Finn is burrowing into every corner of my soul, and not even a divine being could remove him.

When he pulls out the slightest bit and thrusts back into me, we moan in unison.

He lifts his head and drags his heavy eyes to mine. “You feel perfect. Like we were made for each other,” he whispers before

he pulls back and presses in.

Wrapping my legs tighter around his hips, I urge him for more pressure, and he groans as he grinds harder against me.

The pull-and-push movement brushes his chest over my peaked nipples, barreling me toward another orgasm. I yank his lips to

mine, and our mouths and tongues move against each other at the same tempo as our bodies. He thrusts deeper and brings his

fingers between us, moving them in soft circles over my clit.

Sweat coats our skin, and my body feels feverish with heat as he picks up his pace. He presses his other hand to mine, squeezing

our palms and lacing our fingers together, and the connection between them feels as powerful as everywhere else we’re touching.

An electric current zaps through my body from our joined palms, doing irreparable damage to my heart. It will never recover

from this.

The ache builds and races through my nerves until I detonate around him, his wild eyes holding mine the entire time. Seismic waves pulse and throb through my body, and his thrusts become erratic as he buries his face against my neck and loses his restraint.

“Millie,” he grinds out as he spasms inside me, huffing breaths against my skin. His lips graze my neck and my jaw and, finally,

my lips as his thrusts slow.

We collapse together, our skin slippery as we tangle our arms around each other and attempt to catch our breath.

My eyelids are drooping heavily when Finn pulls away and brings back a warm washcloth for me. He helps me clean up and gets

us glasses of water while I use the bathroom.

When we climb back into bed, we intertwine our arms and legs between soft kisses. And as I drift off to sleep, every sweet

detail finds a cozy spot in my heart, made just for Finn to live in forever.