He groans against me, and I see his hips rock against the bed, as if his own desire is so overwhelming he can hardly control himself. That only drives me wilder, and I arch against his mouth, riding his tongue as any shame or embarrassment I might still hold onto disappears with the blinding pleasure of Sean’s mouth between my thighs.
I’m so close again. I manage to mumble it between moans, clawing at the sheets, and I feel his lips tighten around my clit, sucking the swollen flesh into his mouth and sending a jolt of pleasure through me so white-hot that I nearly scream, my back arching off of the bed as I feel myself come undone.
“Sean—oh my god…Sean!” I scream his name, bucking and writhing beneath him as I come a second time, and as my body clenches and spasms, I feel his finger at my soaked entrance. I hear him groan, feel his muscles bunch tight, and as my body comes down from the second orgasm, he pulls back as he starts to slide that first finger into me.
His eyes are blown dark, his hair a mess, his face wet with my cum as he looks up at me from between my thighs. “Christ, you taste good,” he groans, slowly working his finger into my still-tight entrance. “So fucking sweet. So fucking tight… you can’t take my cock until you’re more ready than this,leannan.”
“I want it,” I whimper, looking down at the thick, painful-looking ridge straining against his jeans. “Sean?—”
“Then you have to open up for me.” His finger slowly slides deeper, and I feel a pinch of pain, the fullness of the digit inside of me strange but good. “I want you to take my cock so bad it hurts,leannan, but I don’t want to break you.”
I can see the gleam of sweat on his forehead, the tight muscles in his shoulders and abdomen, the way they flex as he holds back his own need. “Christ, Maeve, you’re so wet for me,” he groans, his eyes closing briefly as he slowly slides that finger in and out of me until I start to become used to the sensation.
Then, he adds a second.
I twitch and moan, my head falling back and my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. I can feel a stretch, and I don’t know how I’m ever going to be able to accommodate him. The thought makes me whimper, desire rippling through me as Sean watches me with those hungry eyes, his fingers building a rhythm inside of me as I squirm beneath him.
Slowly, I can feel myself relaxing. I feel his thumb graze over my oversensitive clit, soft at first, then faster as my desire builds. I take in the sight of him in between closing my eyes against the onslaught of pleasure—the thick ridge of his cock against the denim of his jeans, the muscle working in his jaw as he holds himself back, focusing only on me, on my orgasm.
The sight of him so completely devoted to me in this moment takes my breath away. All I can think is that I can’t wait any longer for him, that things will be different after this. That him finally giving in means we’ll find a way forward together, despite the circumstances of how all this started.
I hear a groan low in his throat, feel his fingers curl inside of me, and the pleasure ripples through me, bowing my back and making my head fall against the pillow as I cry out his name. Sean moans as I clench and tighten around him, his fingers still working me through the orgasm, and I hear the sound of his zipper as my hips roll against his hand.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Christ, Maeve, I need?—”
Words seem to fail him as he leans over me, capturing my mouth with his as I feel his fingers withdraw. A moment later there’s a blunt pressure, and then I feel him start to slide inside of me, the stretch so intense that it makes my eyes water.
“Slow,” he mumbles against my mouth, his forehead pressed to mine. “I’ll go slow… ohGod, fuck, Maeve, you’re so fucking tight?—”
His voice sounds almost pained as I feel him slip into me, inch by agonizing inch, taking my body to its breaking point as I try to adjust to him. I feel so full, so overwhelmed by the new sensation, and my fingers scrabble at his shoulders as I search for something to hang onto, an anchor as he makes me his for the first time.
It hurts, and it’s good, all at once. So good. So… satisfying.
Sean is breathing hard by the time his hips meet mine, and he kisses me again, his mouth soft. “You’ve taken it so well,leannan,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl. You’re so full of my cock and it feels so fucking good. So perfect?—”
He croons to me as he starts to move, sliding out of me with the same torturous slowness before he starts to sink back in again. I can feel my body starting to adjust, molding myself around him, becoming his in every way. I arch my back, tilting my hips as he thrusts, and Sean makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat.
“I won’t last long,” he murmurs, his hand sliding between us. “Not with how that perfect fucking pussy is squeezing me. But I want to feel you come again,leannan. Can you do that for me? Can you come all over my cock?”
Every word sends thrills through me, the filthy words in his low, tender voice making me feel as if I’m going to come apart at the seams. I want nothing more than another orgasm, to feel my body come apart for him again, to find out what it feels like to come when he’s filling me like this. I nod speechlessly, and Sean kisses me again, his groan a rumble against my lips as he starts to pick up speed ever so slightly.
There’s still a bit of that raw burn, but the pleasure is quickly outpacing it. It builds and builds, as I feel Sean trying to hold himself back, his thrusts slowing briefly as he works my clit and kisses me again and again.
“I—” I gasp, arching against him, feeling myself flutter around his length. “I think I?—”
“Fuck,” Sean growls. “Fuck yes, Maeve. Come all over my cock. Fucking come for me?—”
The orgasm tears through me, sharper and brighter than the others, my body convulsing tightly around him as I squeeze him for all I’m worth with every spasm. Sean makes a noise that sounds almost like pain, his entire body shuddering, and I’m still quivering with pleasure when he jerks himself free.
“Fuck, I almost—” He gasps, his hips jerking forward as he starts to come, hot spurts coating my thighs and belly as he strokes himself furiously. “Oh god,fuck, I?—”
A final spurt arcs up to my breasts, and he leans forward, breathing harshly as he drags his cock through the liquid pooling on my stomach. “Fuck, Maeve?—”
“Was that good?” I whisper, and his mouth twitches before he rolls carefully to one side, his jaw tight.
“I can’t laugh with these kinds of injuries,” he wheezes out, clearly struggling. “God, you’re going to fucking kill me.”
“Don’t say that!” I sit partway up with alarm, but his hand rests reassuringly on my hip as he gets himself back under control.
