Then he thrusts into me.
And a tear rolls down my face.
Not because it hurts.
Or because I’m sad.
But because this… us… it’s too damn much for my heart.
“Oh, fuck.” Finn stills himself, pure agony in his eyes as his jaw muscles quiver. “Fuck, Dia, I can’t…”
He stretches me painfully, burying himself to the hilt, and I twist under him in an effort to adjust to his size.
Shit, he’s big.
“Don’t move,” he commands.
We stay in this position for a bit, his cock unbearably stiff inside me until I can’t take it anymore.
“Finn, please,” I moan.
His mouth descends over mine, probably to wash away the pain, and thankfully, it works. I lose myself in his kiss, nibbling on his lower lip. His breathing is deep, unsteady, like he’s pouring every ounce of his focus into holding it. Finally, after a few seconds of intense making out, he parts from me.
“We’re good,” he says.
He pulls out completely and thrusts back in without a warning. His cock slices into me like a knife, and I wince, my body tensing.
This hurts.
I don’t want it to hurt, but it does.
This is still my first time, and Finn isn’t exactly average size.
You’d think my thoughts are stamped across my forehead by how fast he stills again.
“I’m hurting you, aren’t I?” He knows right away.
I’m tempted to lie but decide against it. I don’t want my first time to consist of me struggling to hide my pain, mentally begging him to slow down. His eyes light up in understanding before I get the chance to confess.
“Tell me you didn’t…”
Give me your virginity,is what he meant to say, but I can read between the lines.
“I did,” I choke out.
He doesn’t speak for a while.
“Fuck, Dia, you should have told me.” He presses his forehead to mine.
“Like I told you when you took my first kiss?”
I can’t believe I just said that.
His eyes widen at my confession.
He remains silent for a while, memories clashing in the backs of his eyes until he whispers, “All of them?”
I know what he means without further explanation.