Page 51 of When He Saved Me
I didn’t return his smile, instead staring intently into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Jamie.”
His eyes burned with intensity as he felt the gravity of what I was saying. “Are you sure, baby?”
I nodded. “I love you, Jamie. I want to feel you inside me. I’ve been hollow for so long. I want you to fill me up. Please.”
“I love you too. God, I love you so much.” He kissed me again, hard and quick, before leaning back to grab supplies from his bedside table. “Lie on your back.”
I moved to do as he asked, and he climbed over me, straddling my thighs. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
Something must have passed over my face because he shook his head and said it again. “You are, Finn. You’re gorgeous. I hate that you don’t know that, but I’m going to do my best to make sure you feel it every damn day.”
He leaned forward and placed his lips on my forehead, letting them linger there for a moment before pulling away. I closed my eyes at the sweetness of the gesture, feeling them sting in response. Dammit, I’d cried enough tears last night. I didn’t want any more of them today, so I squeezed them back before opening my eyes again to find his intense green ones trained on my face.
“Mine,” he said before taking my mouth in a possessive kiss. I could taste his intensity as he fucked in and out of my mouth with his tongue, biting my lip before trailing kisses down my neck, nipping and licking his way down to my collarbone.
I wasn’t sure what I had done to flip this switch but gone was the sweet Jamie of moments before, the caretaker who wanted to fix all my hurts and put me back together, whole and sound. This Jamie was feral in his desire to claim me, to make sure I knew I was his.
I was here for it. I was here for all of it: the light and sweet and the dark and demanding. I wanted every piece of him, and I wanted to give him every piece of me until our pieces reshaped us into something new and beautiful.
He sucked a hickey into my neck, causing me to arch my back, my hips seeking contact with his. I wasn’t sure when he’d done it, but at some point, he must have lubed his fingers because I suddenly felt cool, wet contact with my hole and instinctively pressed into it, seeking more.
We hadn’t gone this far, hadn’t really even talked topping and bottoming, hadn’t explored each other in this way, but it didn’t matter. At this moment, I desperately wanted to feel him inside me. Filling me. Loving me in the purest form.
His fingers moved in circles around my rim, sending jolts through my body as I lost myself in sensation. He dipped one finger in to the first knuckle before pulling it out and repeating it a couple more times.
My cock was leaking, impossibly hard, as he teased my entrance, and the next time he entered me, I clenched, trying to hold him there.
“More,” I demanded, my voice guttural with need. “Dammit, Jamie. Give me more.”
Eyes on mine, he sank his finger a little deeper. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes. No,” I whimpered. “More, dammit.”
He pushed his finger all the way in, and I groaned. “Like this?” he asked. “Or like this?”
Before I could respond, he bent over and took my cock to the back of his throat in one swift, hot-as-fuck motion. He pulled his head back, hollowing out his cheeks as he moved slowly, drawing out the torture. When only the tip was left in his mouth, he curled the finger still inside me and my entire body lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Fuuuck.” I thrashed on the sheets, desperate to come, yet not ready for this to end. He added a finger, stretching me as he took my cock once again to the back of his throat. He continued this way, alternating deep-throating me with stretching my hole, adding a third finger, until I was a writhing, begging mess of sensation. I needed to come.
I needed to come now.
I reached down and grabbed hold of his hair, yanking him off me. “Fuck me, Jamie. Fuck me, now.”
His moss-green eyes were blown wide with lust, his lips wet and red from sucking me off. And I knew at that moment that the image of him bent over my cock, red lips swollen, hair falling around his face in disarray, and eyes dilated would be burned into my memory as long as I lived.
Jamie reached over and grabbed the condom, making quick work of opening the package and rolling it on. He added more lube and then leaned forward and kissed me. Hard.
I could feel his tip nudging my entrance, and I pressed my ass into him, desperately wanting to complete the connection between us. Without breaking the kiss, he pressed forward, slowly sheathing himself in my body.
The feel of him moving inside me was everything I had hoped it could be and better than anything I could have possibly imagined.
He finally broke the kiss as he bottomed out and stared at me in wonder. He held himself still, allowing me to adjust to him, our eyes locked, lost in sensation. I was drowning in him, and I didn’t want to come up for air.
“I love you,” he breathed, barely a whisper, his voice filled with wonder.
I love you tooseemed bland and gray compared to the myriad colors of emotion bursting forth inside me, but those were the only words I had. “I love you too. So damn much.”
He seemed like he wanted to say more, but perhaps he also couldn’t find bigger, more vibrant words, so instead, he began to move. His strokes were slow and sweet at first, but I wasn’t having it. The drag of his cock in my tight hole felt amazing, but I wanted more. I wanted it down and dirty and raw. I wanted him to pound me so hard that I would remember for days that I belonged to him. That I was his.
