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what sex is,” Marissa said with a smile. She sat him down on the rock that Taya had vacated not long before.
    Adjusting his pants, she released his hardness, solid and ready in her hands. She lowered herself, kneeling in front of him.
    Opening her mouth, she took the head in, sealing her lips, claiming his velvet skin. She tongued his slit, running up and down it, penetrating it with the tip of her tongue. He gasped, groaned. His fingers still tangled in her hair, he pushed her head down.
    Marissa opened wider, taking him in, as much of him as she could before the reflex to gag took over. These days, with the baby, tempting the gag reflex would lead to a very unromantic conclusion. She rose and lowered her head, slowly, her tongue caressing the underside of his pulsing member.
    With a loud groan and a surge of energy, Finn’s hands were out of her hair and pulling her up, setting her on his lap, straddling his legs, his hard cock between them.
    Marissa pushed her modified skirt aside, leaned forward, feeling his hardness against her pulsing netherlips. She dropped onto his cock with a fury that defied her love, taking him deep, punishing her muscles deep inside. She moaned in pleasure, the intensity of his thickness and length pushing her close to an orgasm far earlier than she wanted to.
    She threw her head back, settled in so she wouldn’t move and make herself climax.
    Finn’s hands were quick and sure-fingered as he unbuttoned her top, springing her restrained breasts from their fabric prison. The cool air on her nipples gave them instant hardness. He raised his hands, cupping her full breasts. Her breasts were so much fuller than ever, her nipples distended, readying for the baby. And oh, for the sake of god, were they ever sensitive. When his mouth closed over one and he sucked, his tongue playing and flicking her nipple in the wetness of his mouth, she clamped her lips shut to keep from screaming his name out.
    Though she wasn’t driving herself onto him, though she was as still as could be, her muscles inside tightened, pushing and pulling on him, seeking his peak and her own.
    She rocked on Finn, dropping one hand to her clit, touching that sensitive area that overwhelmed her, rubbing circles, bringing her closer to that point of no return.
    “Oh—” A partial cry began. Finn raised his head from her breast, covered her mouth with his to silence her outcry as she screamed into his mouth and climaxed in his lap.
    Just as she’d reached her second consecutive orgasm, he raised her and then dropped her back onto his hard shaft, rocking her orgasm into another sphere as he released deep inside her, shooting his desire a stream that she could feel against her back walls. His wings expanded, pulling them both airborne a short measure, before he took control, slowly placing them back.
    Marissa leaned against him, his rod still buried deep within.
    “Finn?” She kept her voice low.
    “Hmm?” His tone was mellow.
    “Stop picking fights with Saraz.”
    He gently moved her off his chest, looking into her eyes. “You are my woman. You think I will let him get away with what he does?”
    Finn took a nipple in his fingers, rolling it between this thumb and index finger, causing currents of electricity to travel straight to her clit and then bounce back to her nipple. Marissa bit back her frustration because she could tell he knew what she was trying to do and that he was trying to distract her away from her conversation.
    “He is our ride home. Please don’t jeopardize that.” She gasped as his other hand slipped down, replacing hers on her clit. His thumb pressing, making deliberate hard circular movements that threatened to take her there again, and then to drive her over the edge.
    “That’s what he says. Who knows?”
    He slipped two fingers in her, leisurely going in and out, making sure to tunnel against her g-spot.
    Marissa leaned back, watching his face as he watched his fingers disappearing. The lust