Then he adds, “Until the day I fucking die.”
His cock feels like a knife slicing into me.
I wince as he stretches my walls, allowing myself a moment to adjust to his size. It’s been a year since I’ve been with someone in that way. It’d be weird if it felt amazing right off the bat.
Finn pulls out and draws his cock back in.
Shit, that really hurts.
“I know, baby,” he says like he’s reading my mind. “Deep breaths, okay?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, inhaling a breath and holding it in until Finn pushes into me again. And again. The pain gradually lessens with each of his thrusts, and I realize he’s not having fun, his eyes riveted on me as he fucks me slowly and carefully. He’s worried about me.
I wince. “I’m totally ruining the moment, aren’t I?”
His mouth is on mine before I know it.
“Fuck that. You’re not ruining anything.”
He kisses me deeply, as if to take my mind off the pain, and I ease into the kiss, relaxing as his tongue darts out to play with mine. I feel him going faster inside me but focus on his lips, his smell, his touch. I disconnect from the pain, the vessel in my chest so full of love I’m surprised it even fits.
“Oh, fuck.” His groan sends electricity straight to my clit.
“Do that again.” It doesn’t sound like a request.
Finn searches my eyes. “Do what?”
“Make… noises,” is the best way I can put it.
He obliges instantly, gripping the back of my hair and guiding his mouth to my ear as he moans and fucks me without restraint.
Oh, God.
Every time he thrusts into me, he shows me just how good it is for him with a groan or a few words of encouragement.
“Fuck, Dia. You don’t know how good you feel.” He fills me to the brim and growls. “Jesus Christ, you’re incredible.”
His dirty talk ignites something in me, and I start to fuck him back, bouncing up and down on his length by gripping his shoulders to gather momentum. The pain subsides, and I rejoice, leading his face to mine for a long, breathtaking kiss.
Feeling him without a condom is so much better than I remember, and judging by the look on his face, I’d say he agrees. Finn’s fingers drop to the sweet spot between my legs.
Again?
“Finn, I can’t. I’m too sensitive.”
“Trust me,” he says before pecking my mouth and flicking my clit. His cock squeezing in and out of me adds to the overall sensation, and it isn’t long before I surrender to the pleasure. On second thought, round two might not be such a bad idea. He’s got me on the verge of an orgasm just minutes later.
“Finn!” I can’t help but clench him as pleasure sneaks up on me.
“Fuck yes,” he cheers me on.
We’re both sweaty at this point, but I couldn’t care less, relishing in the slapping sound our bodies make when they meet after missing each other for so long.
My mouth drops open a moment later, and I clench Finn so hard his features twist with pleasure. “Oh, shit, I’m close.”
Finn and I have rarely peaked at the same time. I always thought that the idea of being so connected with your partner that you came together was just a myth. And maybe it is. But it feels like anything but as I come undone for the second time tonight, my eyes rolling back into my head as I bounce on him faster. I don’t even try to muffle my moans when I climax, and Finn smacks his palm against the glass next to me, throwing his head back.
“Dia, Dia, Dia,” he chants my name as he gives me three more pumps and spills inside me without a condom.
Coming down from this high feels like waking up from a really good dream. Finn pulls out of me and unlinks my legs from his waist, putting me back down and kissing the tip of my nose.
“Everything but you?” He presses his forehead to mine, and I laugh, reading between the lines. I know what he’s asking me. And I know exactly what my answer is going to be. I smile, place a kiss on the corner of his mouth, and seal the deal with three little words.
“Everything but you.”