Page 68 of For Your Love

When her breathing returned to normal, he unwound his legs from hers.

She sat up and turned around to face him. Running a hand through her long hair, she gave him a smile so huge, his heart clenched. She was his. He was hers. There was no going back.

He pulled her into his arms, kissing her as if she was going to vanish.

“Hey, are you okay?” Colleen asked with concern, her fingers touching his cheek.

“More than okay. My turn,” he said, turning her on her back and sliding her panties off her long legs. He pulled a condom out from the box on the table next to his bed.

Colleen bit her lip. “So handy.”

“Always,” he answered, tearing the foil with his teeth and sliding the latex over his cock as quickly as he could. He’d never had sex bare, and he wanted to tear it off and sink balls deep inside Colleen, filling her up, pumping every drop of his cum into her pussy. He wanted to claim her in a way that made it known to every man that she belonged to him alone.

“As I was saying,” he said, pulling her arms above her head and plunging inside without warning, “I like my fucking raw.”

Colleen’s mouth opened with a gasp; her gaze focused on where their bodies joined. She lifted her eyes to his again in wonder.

This was it for him. He would never be with another woman again. “Look how beautiful you are. Taking me inside you. I want this to last, but I don’t think I can wait.” He increased the speed of his thrusts.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her face taut. She was drifting away from him. Where was her mind going? He wanted her to enjoy being together as much as he did.

“Colleen,” he whispered. “Eyes on me.”

Her eyes flew open.

Keeping his focus on her, he held her wrists with one hand and reached between their bodies to stroke her clit.

Her back arched with a moan and he shifted his hips to go deeper still. Good, she was back with him.

“Take all of me,” he said, taking his hand away from her clit to give her a slap on the ass. “Let me feel you come.”

Colleen squealed and pussy contracted with her orgasm. He followed with a powerful release, pumping in and out until he stilled inside. He continued to move in and out slowly, savoring every sensation, knowing that he was the one who gave her so much pleasure.

Catching his breath, he pulled out and removed the condom. He held her in his arms, and kissed the top of her head, murmuring, “I’m so happy you’re here.”

She burrowed deeper into his side. “So am I,” she whispered.

Finn squeezed her tight, running his hands up and down the curve of her hips. “All I want is you,” he said in a low whisper. It was true, and he hoped he would never give her any reason to doubt him.

CHAPTER 27

COLLEEN

Colleen spent the rest of the afternoon napping, wrapped in Finn’s arms. She opened her eyes and spent a few moments taking a close look at him. The freckle on his lower lip was still there, but the small lines near his eyes indicated the passage of time. Ten years.

Resting her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat was comforting. She felt safe here in his bed, and her body hummed with the sensation of Finn inside her. She’d had a lot of boyfriends, but not many satisfying sexual experiences. A few men had been skilled and cared about her pleasure. She enjoyed herself but never had an orgasm. Her partner would be frustrated, and Colleen was left feeling ashamed.

Finn crashed through all those past experiences. She’d always been aware of their physical attraction to each other. He aroused something deep within her that enabled her mind to let go of the shame and doubt. His body was made for her, but he also knew how to take care of her by paying attention to just what she needed.

She rolled over to spoon with Finn, her back tucked against his chest. On the nightstand, a piece of paper peeking out of an Irishmythology book caught her eye. She reached over and slid out the piece of paper. It was a photo of her when she was a teenager, but she’d never seen it before. She was curled up in her father’s favorite brown, leather armchair. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, she wore an oversized T-shirt, with her head down reading a book. Why would he keep this photo in a book?

“I’m sorry,” Finn said. “I took it without your permission.”

“I look like a slob.”

“It captures who you are.”

“A slob?” she asked with a laugh.

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