Splitting Eden

I woke to the exhilarating sensation that made me forget where I was or who I was, and even what time it might be. My legs trembled under the sheets, a slow, shivery quake I couldn’t control. My lower belly burned with a tight, needy heat, pulsing with an ache that curled my toes and set my body on fire.

For a second, I thought I was dreaming. But the wet drag of a tongue over my pussy jolted me straight into a kind of morning no dream could imitate. I opened my eyes, in a daze as I spotted the shift of a head under the covers, moving between my legs. His wet tongue sliding against my folds in ways that made my breath hitch, showing no mercy to my poor, aching pussy.

“Finn,”

I gasped in a whisper, the name spilling out as a breathy moan. My fingers clutched the blanket, dragging it back just enough to see him beneath it, broad shoulders moving, head buried between my thighs with big firm hands prying them open. Finn had slid under the covers like some greedy reckless thief, only that this thief was stealing every ounce of control and need I had to spare.

“It’s too early,”

I whined, though my voice broke with a high note that gave me away. I wanted this man to go even further, to slip his tongue in and fuck me in only was he knew how too.

My hips bucked into his mouth against my will, chasing that slick rhythm of his tongue. He hummed against me, a smug vibration that made me jolt. My thighs tried to clamp together, but his hands were there, strong and firm, keeping me bare and open for him.

“Finn—oh my God—right there,”

I begged, each word tumbling out between moans.

I grabbed at the headboard for balance as his tongue teased every inch of me, swirling, pressing, dipping deep in ways that had me gasping and clawing at the sheets.

Heat climbed fast. My chest rose and fell in quick bursts as my body arched off the mattress. My head thrashed, hair falling into my face.

“Please,”

I whimpered, voice breaking into a cry.

“I’m almost ….. there.”

Finn licked me like he owned my throbbing pussy, relentless with hunger, knowing exactly how to undo me with just his sinful tongue.

My orgasm finally hit really hard. I cried out, thighs squeezing around his head, my back arching as waves of release crashed through me. My vision was spotty, head spinning so bad I could barely breathe. My whole body shook as the orgasm tore me open, leaving me limp and trembling.

Only when I sagged back into the pillows did Finn crawl from under the blankets, grinning like a man who knew exactly what he’d done.

“Good morning, Peaches,”

he teased, voice rough with sleep and satisfaction.

I hid my face in my hands, giggling despite myself.

“You’re insane. Who even does that before eight in the morning?”

Finn tugged my hands away gently and pinned me with those beautiful cinnamon brown eyes.

“Don’t hide from me.”

His voice softened.

“Not after I’ve had you in the most delectable way possible.”

Heat flushed my cheeks as he bent to kiss me, his lips feathering over my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, trailing down until they finally found my lips. A deep, needy kiss full of love that made my chest ache and my body hot.

When he pulled back, he smirked.

“I don’t think it would be so bad if we went one round before breakfast.”

I laughed, breathless, shaking my head.

“Your ‘one round’ is never one round, Finn. It’s an hour of you trying out possible new ways to just fuck me.”

“Exactly.”

He pressed another kiss to my jaw.

“Exploring you sounds perfect to me. It is one of my favorite things to do.”

“What time is it?”

I asked, trying to ignore the way his hands were already roaming down my sides again.

He turned his head to glance at the clock on the nightstand.

“Seven forty-seven.”

I groaned and pushed at his chest.

“Then we need to get up. If you really want to surprise your parents, we should actually be ready and be there on time.”

He flopped against me like a sulking child, pressing his erection between my thighs with a whine.

“But I need you now.”

He whined, deep and boyish and dramatic, it sent a fresh shiver through me. He rocked his hips just enough for me to feel him, hard and eager, and my body betrayed me with another pulse of heat.

“I swear, you’re worse than me sometimes,”

I teased, running a hand through his curly messy black hair, sticking out like a bird's nest.

He buried his face between my breasts, inhaling me like I was air. His breath tickled my skin, making me giggle as he nuzzled closer.

“God, you smell so good,” he murmured.

I hugged him tighter, pressing my cheek to his hair,

“I haven't even showered yet, I smell like sweat and body odor."

“No, you smell like flowers with a hint of horniness to it.”

"Haha."

I teased, kissing the middle of his head.

My eyes drifted toward the window. The curtains were cracked just enough for me to catch the glow of morning spilling in.

The Ohio sun had just risen, painting everything in soft gold. From our hotel window, I could see rows of maple trees lining the quiet street below, their leaves flickering in shades of green touched with yellow. The light caught on the glass of the buildings across the way, glittering like the world was scrubbed clean overnight. It was warm and it made the morning filled with promise of new beginnings.

And wasn’t that exactly what today was?

We’d arrived last night, slipping into Ohio with luggage in hand and nerves tangled in my stomach. Finn wanted to surprise his parents, and this was going to be my first time officially meeting them. Two years together and somehow, today felt like the most important step we’d ever taken.

I stroked his hair gently, trying to calm the sudden flutter in my chest.

Finn Prescott. My Finn. My impossible, relentless, too-smart-for-his-own-good boyfriend.

The world saw him as the founder of Prescott Dynamics, an AI-driven tech company that had exploded in the last five years. His company specialized in machine learning solutions for businesses, predictive systems, automation software, algorithms that could practically think for themselves. He was brilliant and ambitious. A man people would do anything to collaborate with.

But the man in my arms right now. He was the same one who had once teased me over an elevator malfunction, fingered me during dinner dates in an open restaurant and found ways to push me right to the edge in the most reckless places, just to watch me squirm and beg.

I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips as my mind drifted back to the day we met during a university fundraiser. Some fancy event to raise money for student innovation and the technical field. I’d been roped into introducing the guest speaker last minute, nerves jangling as I stood on stage with a microphone that felt way too heavy.

“Please welcome… Mr. Finnley Prescott, founder of… Prescotts—uh, Dynamic Systems?” I’d stumbled over the name, my tongue tangling like an amateur.

The crowd laughed softly, and so did he. Instead of looking offended, he grinned from the audience, eyes locking with mine in a way that had me blushing instantly.

Later, I found myself trapped in the elevator with him when I tried to sneak out early.

“Well, Professor Eden,”

he’d said, leaning casually against the wall,

“I didn’t know you moonlighted as a stand-up comedian.”

My jaw had dropped.

“I misread your company name. Once.”

“Twice, actually.”

He smirked.

“You also called me ‘Finnley’ instead of ‘Finn’.”

I’d crossed my arms and shot back,

“Maybe your name just isn’t that memorable.”

The way he’d laughed was so deep, genuine, the warmth had stuck with me. And by the time the elevator finally opened, I knew I was in trouble.

And now here we are. Two years later. Me in his bed. His hands all over me with him in my heart.

The alarm buzzed sharply at eight, jerking me back to the present. I reached out and silenced it, but Finn caught my wrist and pressed a kiss to the inside.

“Don’t rush,”

he murmured, his lips trailing lower, nibbling my skin. Soon he was kissing all over me again, my chest, my stomach, nipping playfully at spots that made me gasp. His fingers traced down, slipping between my thighs, leaving a teasing shadow over my fold.

“Finn,”

I warned, though my voice already trembled with need.

He looked up at me, eyes gleaming, fingers circling just enough to make me squirm.

I bit my lip. I could pretend to push him off. I could insist we get ready. But the truth was written all over my flushed skin and shaky breaths.

Finally, I let the word slip.

“Cranberries.”

And his grin widened.

“Yes, ma’am,”

he said with a chuckle, like he’d just been given orders he’d been waiting for all morning. He shifted upward, bracing himself over me, face to face, teasing me with slow kisses until I was giggling and writhing under him.

When his mouth claimed mine again, it was deep and desperate, every kiss saying what words couldn’t. That this man was mine and no matter who or what happens today, he'll still choose me.