The build of my orgasm is a deliciously slow, unfamiliar thing. I cup the nape of Finn’s neck as it crests, trying desperately to ground myself against the growing intensity. Our pants mingle as I chase it down, and when I cry out, Finn swallows the noise, but fuck, he’s not quiet either. Fuck, thesounds. There are so many sounds,loudsounds echoing around the room, slick flesh and poorly muffled pleasure and the slap of palm against my ass, but I can’t find it in me to care, not when I havehimin me.
“Baby.” He whimpers into my mouth, dragging his teeth over my bottom lip. “I don’t know what to do with how much I—”
If he finishes that sentence, I don’t hear it. It’s lost over the rush of blood in my ears, over my low, rasping moan as I come so hard, I think I might actually black out for a second.
Except I know that I don’t because I feel Finn come, and somehow, I come again with him. I tremble and shake and whine as he spills himself inside of me, he spills himself outside of me, dripping down my thighs, making a mess of our laps, but fuck, I’ve already done far worse. He’s still coming when hebundles me against his chest, holding me close as close can be. I’m boneless, I’m pleasure incarnate, as I slump against him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck, one hand palming the crown of his head as I slowly come back down to earth.
And as I stare at the headboard, my eyes start to water. A stuttered exhale has Finn reeling back, panicked eyes roving over me, locking on the tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Fuck.” Calloused palms cup my face, that wide gaze dropping to where we’re still joined. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I try to smile, and it’s shaky, at best. Watery, undoubtedly. “I just… I didn’t know it was supposed to be like that.”
I can’t describe how he looks at me then, in a way no one has ever looked at me before. I can’t describe how I feel when he kisses my tears away, reverent and delicate in a way no one has ever been to me before. I can’t describe how it’s possible that, even as I weep for the angry young girl who maybe would’ve been better if she had something like this, I burn for the man who finally gave it to her.
I roll my hips testingly, and he murmurs my name. I clench, and his cock throbs, hardens, wants to give me the more I request, but Finn hesitates. He licks his bottom lip, tasting my tears, and that uncertainty grows, solidifies, starts to become something resolute that makes me whine.
“Please.” I drag my palms over his shoulders and as far down his back as I can reach, my fingernails gently scraping as I retrace my path and cradle his nape. “Please, baby. Show me again. Show me what it’s supposed to be like.”
In the blink of an eye, I’m on my back. Tossed further up the bed, bemoaning the loss of his cock inside me, moaning the next second when he returns with a fucking vengeance.
Afuckingvengeance.
Spreading my legs wide, Finn pins my knees to the mattress as he pounds into me with slow, deep thrusts that hit the right spot every, single time. Pleasure has my eyes rolling back into my head and I wish they wouldn’t, I fight the reaction, I don’t want to miss a second of the show Finn is putting on. I want to catalog everything about him in this moment, the ripping muscles and deep groans that constrict his throat and the starving, rabid heat in his gaze as he watches his cock disappear inside me.
“You know why it’s different, Lot?” Dragging his gaze away from my cunt, he leans forward so his pelvis brushes my clit with every jerk of his hips, so my sensitive nipples drag against his chest, and I cover my mouth to muffle a scream. “You know.”
I do. God help me, but I do.
It’s too soon, but I do.
It’s fucking terrifying, but I do.
And I know that look on his face too, I have a name for it now. There are words for it, words that are on the tip of his tongue, words that he’s going to say, I know he is, so I gasp, “Don’t.”
He frowns.Scowls. Begs, “Please.”
“Finn.”
“Just once.”
It’s my turn to beg. “Please.”
He swears. He doesn’t say it. He drops his lips to my cheek, and as he comes inside of me, I pretend it’s that sensation that triggers my orgasm.
Not the three silent words he mouths against my skin.
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He waits until she falls asleep.
Only then does he whisper it out loud.
“Sneaking out?”
Pausing my jeans halfway up my thighs, I flick my wet hair away from my face. “Not reallysneakingif it’s my own room.”
Finn laughs through a yawn as he pushes upright. Slouching against the headboard with both hands folded behind his head, he watches me finish getting dressed. “What time is it?”