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“You’re so tight. I need to push a little harder. Tell me if it hurts.”
Another inhale. “It doesn’t hurt. It’s … incredible.” Suddenly, I wanted him deeper. I clutched at him and pulled him all the way in.
He groaned low in my ear. “God, you feel good.” Every inch of him filled me as he rocked slowly, gently. I encouraged him with my body, and he pumped into me faster and harder.
It was perfect. Natural. Passionate. I met his thrusts with my own. No pain, but my body held back. The climb to the pinnacle was too far off.
Make it good for him, or you’ll lose him. I clung tighter to him and pushed him more.A sex goddess would make him come hard. I shut my eyes against the voices in my head and focused on his passion.
“Baby, you’re too good. I can’t hold back.”
“I don’t want you to. Come hard in me. Make me feel it.”
“Oh, fuck.” He shouted out his release.
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FINN
I had cleanedup the house and changed the sheets, hoping to have Emily here. When she asked to come to my place, it was like Christmas morning, and I was getting everything on my list.
She was here. Her skin was soft, and she smelled sweet, like honey and flowers. Her taste, her wet heat surrounding me, her moans and pants in my ear, she overwhelmed me. It had been a long time since I’d felt this, hell I’m not sure I’d ever felt this. When she whispered those sexy words, telling me to come hard, I lost it.
“One sec.” I left to take care of the condom. I needed a quick break and then I would make it up to her. Visions of her naked, straddling me, and licking chocolate cake from a spoon had my dick already stirring again.
I slid back under the covers and crawled over her supple curves. “Give me a few minutes, and then it will be my personal mission to make you come again. I will not come until you do.”
“Oh, I think the first one wrung all the orgasms out of me.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
I leaned back. “Why don’t I believe you?”
“I’m good. That was wonderful.” She looked away and snuggled under me as her breathing slowed.
“Em, did I hurt you? You didn’t say anything.” I shifted my weight off of her, the alarm clear in my voice. Why didn’t I do some research about endometriosis? I could have known what not to do at least.
“No, no, it didn’t hurt.” She paused, and her expression brightened. Thank God. “You felt so good, and it was even better to know that I was making you feel good.”
“Em, I never want to hurt you. Pain is not a turn-on for me.”
I pulled her body in, cradling her to my side, her head resting on my chest. “I don’t want to pressure you to share about your past, but I would like to know more, especially if there’s something I should do to make it better for you.”
She cleared her throat. “Before, some positions were more painful than others. I usually only had orgasms with oral sex or my vibe. Nothing as good as the ones you gave me … I don’t have the words to compare them.” She slid a leg over mine. My dick was way past half-mast and on the road to rock-hard. “I’m capable of them, but I’m not sure that I can have them when you’re on top. That position hurt the most before, and I’ve never had an orgasm that way.” Her voice grew quiet. “I know a lot of men want that. I want it too.”
“Emily, this is you and me. I don’t know about a lot of men. My priority is making you feel good. That’s what I want most. You are so sexy when you come, and I want to watch that as many times as possible.”
“I want that too, screaming orgasms with you inside me, banging the headboard, and all that.”
I shifted to see her face. “First, I want to go on record. I am 100 percent on board with that. But … that’s not the only way we can have screaming orgasms together. What other positions do you like?”
Was that a blush? “From behind was the least painful.” I didn’t like the idea of another man with her, but I needed to hear about her experiences to make sure I never hurt her. “Cowgirl and reverse cowgirl.” Her voice lowered again.
“Maybe we should talk about what makes each of us feel good,” I said. She was losing her brave. Too much talking about expectations. I needed to get her out of her head and back into her body. I held her tight to me with one hand and caressed her silky hip and thigh resting on top of mine with the other.
“What about you, Finn?” It was a breath, a whisper.
“Touching your skin, holding you next to me like this. This feels good. When you let me taste you and you let go, moving with me, chasing your pleasure. That felt pretty fucking good.” She wriggled against me again, teasing me.
“Being inside you. Feeling your wet heat. Dragging against your inner walls, connected with you. That was great, obviously.”
