Under Soft Lights

The bedroom was softly lit, with the gentle glow of fairy lights twined around the headboard. Finn stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the straps of a new lingerie set — an intricate lace and satin ensemble he'd chosen with Riley in mind. The delicate black fabric accentuated her curves, the delicate cutouts teasing at the skin underneath. She turned, letting the mirror catch every angle, feeling a thrill of confidence and anticipation.

Finn had been flirting with her since they'd woken up, sending playful texts throughout the day while they were at work. Now, he leaned against the doorframe, watching her admire herself, his eyes tracing the line where satin met skin. "You look incredible," he murmured, stepping in closer, his hands finding her waist. Riley turned to face him, her fingers immediately reaching to unbutton his shirt, revealing the firm muscles beneath. Her lips brushed his ear, whispering, "I've had this planned all day."

She guided him to the bed, her fingers deftly working his belt loose. Finn's appreciation was evident in his touch, his hands gliding over her hips, pushing the lingerie slightly aside as he settled back on the pillows. Riley straddled him, her thighs on either side of his waist, her hands slipping down to wrap around his shaft, now hard and eager beneath her touch. She hadn't expected how exciting it would be to watch his reactions close-up — his sharp intake of breath, the way his eyes darkened as her hand began to move.

Riley kept one hand on him, precise and slow, while she used her other to stroke his stomach, teasing her lips closer to his. He groaned low in his throat, a sound that spurred her on, her own body responding, heat pooling low in her belly. "I love you," Finn said, his voice a breathy whisper against her neck, his hands running up her back, fingers momentarily tangling in her hair. The repeated touch, the verbal affirmation, added to the erotic charge sparking between them.