Give Me Butterflies (Oaks Sisters #1)

Chapter 45

Finn

A groan rolls from my chest as our tongues collide, dancing in a sensual rhythm. Millie wiggles her hips beneath me. Her soft

whimpers fill the room as I leave a trail of kisses on her neck and suck at her sweet skin.

Pulling back, I study her glistening eyes and already swollen lips. It feels impossible to memorize every part of this moment,

but I want to try. I’ll absorb every little detail through my hands, eyes, ears, and mouth, until they’re branded into my

memory forever.

Millie watches me as my gaze roams over her body, my Catan shirt loose over her torso and tight black leggings covering her

hips and thighs. Soft cotton brushes against my skin as I settle my hands on the hem of her shirt, and she sits up to help

me remove it.

Her skin is blazing beneath my palms as I slide them around her waist and over her ribs, pulling the shirt up as I go. A quiet

gasp seeps from her lips when my thumbs graze her nipples. The hard peaks beg for my focus, but I continue my path up until

she’s completely uncovered, creamy skin and full, round tits on display.

The room falls into a stark silence as she waits for my next move. Fuck, she looks like a dream come true right now. Every

fantasy I’ve ever had wrapped up in a beautiful woman who cares about me and makes me smile and loves me.

“Why did I wait so long to tell you you’re everything to me?” I ask, shaking my head.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing,” she quips.

Placing a hand between her breasts, I gently push her back until she’s lying below me again. I drop my lips to her chest,

teasing her with small kisses and licks, avoiding her nipples, just to see her lose it a little. It’s torture for me, honestly,

but her stuttered breaths tell me she’s getting desperate too.

She digs her fingers into my hair and attempts to steer me toward her rosy peak. “Finn. Please,” she pleads in a raspy moan.

A dark laugh bubbles out of me before I give her what she wants. I finally pull her pebbled nipple into my mouth and suck

hard, laving it with my tongue. Her groan of satisfaction makes me smile around her delicate point, and I let my teeth dig

in just a tiny bit. She hisses a breath, and her hips buck beneath me.

As I move to the other breast, I let my hand follow the curve of her waist. The fabric of her leggings glides smoothly under

my fingers as I trace a path down until I reach the junction of her thighs. Even through her leggings, I can feel the warmth

radiating from her core as I grind my palm against her clit. The need to make her come, to feel her heat and wetness coat

my fingers, is driving me wild.

“Finn,” she bites out as she pulls my hair until I meet her lust-filled gaze. Licking her lips, she eyes me up and down before

ordering, “Strip.”

This confident version of Millie is so satisfying to hear. It makes my heart sound like a racehorse in my ears. “Yes, ma’am.”

Her gaze never leaves me as my shirt hits the floor in record time, and I stand at her feet to strip my pajama pants and boxers

from my body. I let her look her fill, completely bare before her.

From this view, I can watch every flick of her eyes over my body, every twitch of her thighs as she seeks some relief for the pressure between them, and every movement of her breasts as she takes shuddering breaths.

Her eyes land on my cock, and it twitches in response, making her lips snap into a knowing grin. She slides onto her knees,

and my breath stops. The intention is clear on her face as she crawls the two steps toward me and rises until I can feel her

hot breath on my cock. My eyes widen as she tilts her head back and forth over the glistening tip, spreading my arousal on

her lips.

The entire world stops on its axis as she tips her chin, looking up at me through her lashes, and teasingly licks the tip

once.

Fuck. She’s going to ruin me.

My knees go weak. I don’t think I can hold myself up anymore.

She scrapes her nails up my thighs, and my abs tighten as I try to keep myself under control. When she reaches my hips, her

full lips part, and she takes the tip into her warm, wet mouth.

“Fucking hell,” I grind out. She groans with pleasure, the vibrations shooting straight up my spine. The silky strands of

her hair glide between my fingers as I grip them, needing something to hold on to.

She watches my reactions closely in the dark room as she coaxes me into her mouth agonizingly slowly.

“Jesus Christ, Millie .” I don’t even recognize my own husky, raw voice. My fingers clench in her hair like it’s a lifeline, and I force myself

to relax them a little.

Her eyes drop closed as she sucks, grazing her teeth lightly over my skin as she comes up and dives back down, pulling me

in even deeper. My heavy breaths and groans mingle with the sounds of her wet mouth gliding over me, and it takes all my strength

not to spill right down her throat.

I roll my fingers over her scalp, and she whimpers as her thighs press together and her hips squirm.

“Are you aching for me?” I grit out. Her eyes flick up to mine, and she nods. She slides back down my cock and— fuck —she takes me all the way this time, right to the back of her throat. “That’s so good . Right there.” I can’t help the primal urge to press my hips forward just the tiniest bit.

My spine burns with an impending orgasm, but I don’t want to come down her throat. I pull her hair back until my dick leaves

her mouth with a pop .

Glittering eyes meet mine, and she licks her swollen lips. “What is it?” she asks, blinking and feigning innocence like the

wicked little temptress she is.

“You fucking know what.” I drop to my knees and grab her chin. “Your turn to strip.”

The apples of her cheeks rise with the force of her grin, and she stands, giving me an eye-level view of her waist as she

slips her fingers into her leggings and pulls them off.

She stands before me in her thong, looking down at me with smoldering eyes. I drag my knuckle up her inner thigh, watching

the path it takes. A pained whimper comes from her lips when I glide my knuckle over the soaked fabric.

“These too, stella mia .”

Following my orders, she tucks her fingers into the band, lowering the thong and letting it slip from her grip to drop to

the ground.

She’s fucking magnificent—every curve illuminated by the moonlight. This breathtaking woman is mine . I get to spend the rest of my life showing her how much I care about her and how much she means to me. And it’s a goddamn

privilege.

Her perfect tits rise and fall with her heavy breaths as I skate my hand up between her thighs. I dip a finger into her wetness

and glide through her center. Her soft moans echo through the room as I reach her swollen clit and circle it.

“Oh, Millie. You liked having my cock in your mouth. You’re dripping,” I murmur, my voice gruff and scratchy to my ears. “So needy and achy, aren’t you? Lie down and spread your legs for me. I can help with that.” Whimpering, she drops to the blanket and lets her knees fall wide.

I clasp her hand and press her fingers against her clit. “Touch yourself for me,” I order, standing and reaching for my pants.

“But don’t come until I get back. I’m running upstairs to get a condom.”

“No.” Her free hand snaps around my ankle. “I have an IUD,” she whispers. “I just want you.”

I scan her face. “Are you sure?”

She sits up and pulls on my ankle. “One hundred percent. I was tested a few months ago and haven’t been with anyone since.”

Her unguarded expression has my heart pounding in my chest. “Same for me,” I whisper.

“Then come back. Please.”

Dragging in a shaky breath, I lower to my knees between her thighs and search her face for any doubts. Any second-guessing.

Any chance she might have made a mistake and doesn’t actually want to do this with a crumbling mess of a man like me.

But she looks completely sure, her expression confident and loving in a way I’ve never seen.

Relief courses through my veins, filling me with adrenaline and making my hands tremble as I bring them to her hips. Vanilla

and lemon fill my senses as I claim her lips in a possessive kiss. Millie’s nails dig into my back as her tongue brushes over

mine, and I get to taste every one of her soft sighs and moans.

Leaving her lips, I meet her eyes again and watch her face as I press at her slick entrance. The sensation of touching her

with nothing between us is already overwhelming. Skin to skin, I slide into her slowly, igniting every nerve ending.

Tingling pleasure races up my thighs and spine, and I can’t stop the low groan that cuts through the room when I’m seated completely inside her.

Every soft curve of her tight, wet heat envelops me. Every glorious inch, filled with me . Nothing between us. I’m unable to move as she seizes every one of my senses. Her scent, her warmth, her breaths, her eyes.

“You feel so damn perfect,” I murmur, pulling out slightly and holding my breath as I push back in. Fuck, I don’t want this

to be over too quickly, but I don’t know if I can stop it.

Her eyelids flutter shut with my movement, and when she opens them again, tears glisten at the edges of her eyes.

I freeze, completely focused on those drops of moisture shimmering in the moonlight. “What’s wrong, stella mia ?” My thumb catches a tear as it slides down to her ear.

“They’re called emotions, Spock.” She laughs, deep and raspy, and her inner wall clenches.

It takes an act of extreme willpower not to move, but a small groan leaves my throat at the feeling of her tightening around

me. “Are they good emotions?”

“The best ones,” she sighs with a small smile.

I nod and catch a tear with my tongue, licking the salty moisture and absorbing the emotion into me. “I love you so much,”

I whisper against her cheek.

She stutters a breath as I give a tentative push toward her. “I love you too.”

They’re such simple words, but they completely restore every fractured bit of me.

Lowering my lips to hers, I breathe her in. I let her fill my lungs and my soul, and every shattered piece of my heart is finally gathered back together. Those fragments will never be assem bled into the exact same shape they used to be, but she reconstructs them into a new version.

A better one. Millie’s version.

She lifts her hips into mine as I pull out and press back in. I capture her moans with my mouth, sealing our bodies as close

as possible. We move together in unhurried, deep strokes, the room filled with the sounds of our whispered promises and cries

of ecstasy until we come together in a shower of sparks, panting each other’s names.