It was the ultimate ask, because he wanted her to trust him, just like he wanted to trust her.
“I do,” she murmured. She moved down his body, kissing him and running her hands through his hair, until she was kneeling on the shag run. He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling out the pins so her hair hung free and so he could grip it.
He bucked as her hand encircled his cock, stroking it.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
Then her pink tongue ran around the head of his penis while she stroked him. Her pink lips opened as she took him in, and it was hot and wet as she sucked him. He bit back a moan as she worked his cock with her sweet little mouth.
No one had ever done that to him before. It felt so fucking good, but he didn’t want to come in her mouth. He wanted to be inside her, her tight pussy wrapped around him, but he needed her wet in order to take him.
“My turn,” he growled. “Lie down and spread your legs.”
Margaid was shaking, her body flushed with desire. He tore her panties down the side and she unhooked her bra, baring her breasts.
“I want to taste you.” He leaned over her, trailing his long tongue over her body.
“God yes,” she moaned.
Margaid was trembling with anticipation.His cock was so big, it frightened her at first, but also excited her. Heat coursed through her veins and she just wanted to ride him. Just like all those dreams.
Finn spread her legs wider. And he grinned before dipping his face between her thighs. That long, muscular tongue whichhe’d run over her body swept up her center, licking her, sending a jolt of fiery pleasure through her.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck,” she moaned.
“So sweet,” he whispered against her core and he dragged his tongue up her pussy again, agonizingly slow. The tip of his tongue found her already sensitive clit and he began to flick it, alternating between licking it and swirling it around. His whole mouth covering her. He had expert control of that long tongue and it was making her see stars.
Then he slipped his tongue inside her, stretching her, and it hooked up to find her G-spot. She cried out, gripping the shag run under her as she moaned, an orgasm washing through her body, her hips riding and grinding against his mouth.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
He withdrew his tongue, his big arms braced on either side of her head. “What do you want, Margaid?”
“Ride me.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
He reached over to his dresser and pulled out a bottle of lube, squirting it into his palms and spreading over his cock and then her, pushing, circling her clit with his thumb before he gently slid a thick finger between her folds.
“You’re so damned tight,” he groaned.
She reached down, gripping his cock. “I want you.”
Finn growled possessively. His thick hard cock nudged her opening as he slowly eased inside her, pushing the head in. She moaned as it filled her. He was so big.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “It’ll make it easier.”
She slipped her hand between her legs to rub as he slid what he could fit in. He thrust in and out of her, slowly. It was torture because she wanted it faster.
“Oh God, Finn. Harder.” She was trying to match his rhythm.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he panted.
“You’re not.” And she bucked her hips up at him.
It was all he needed as he gripped her hips and quickened his pace, pumping in and out of her. His eyes closed, his head thrown back, his neck muscles bulging as he held back. She felt her second orgasm bloom, building deep in her belly as she stroked herself faster, in time with his pumps.
