Morning Secrets

The garden was quiet beneath the pale, early morning light. Dew clung to the grass, cool and crisp, as Finn slid the patio door open. He moved quietly, stepping barefoot onto the stone tiles, feeling the chill surge up from the earth. Ava lay on the sun lounger, a thin blanket half covering her. She had fallen asleep while they talked about their long-standing fantasies, and Finn thought of waking her up in the way he knew she loved.

As he knelt beside her, the blanket slipped down to reveal her bare skin, flushed slightly by the morning coolness. He started gently, letting his fingers trace lightly up her thighs, before parting them to settle between her legs. He found her warmth unexpected and inviting against his tongue, and she stirred with a small, surprised moan that rose from deep in her throat.

His hands were firm on her hips, grounding her as he worked his mouth against her. She shifted, her body responding in kind, pleasure building slowly. Finn used his tongue in deliberate strokes, drawing her closer to the edge, only to pause just before she could fall over it. Each time he drew back, her breath hitched, a sound of both frustration and heightened anticipation. She hadn't expected to relish this tease, to find it pooling tension and pleasure in equal measure.

Her hips lifted, seeking more, and Finn finally allowed her the release she had been chasing. Her body tensed beneath his hands, her thighs closing around his head, keeping him there as her back arched off the lounger. Her orgasm was electric, and Finn felt her clenching around his fingers as he continued, making sure she rode every wave. She came with a shudder, her breath catching in a series of gasps, before finally easing back down into the lounger, a smile playing on her lips. Finn watched her, satisfaction in the way she relaxed against the morning gloom, their secret garden cocooning them from the world outside.