He lets go, clenching his fingers to relieve the muscles, and I help him flip over once more, legs bent, splayed to either side of me where I kneel between them. His gorgeous cock is quivering in mid-air, fully unsheathed, dripping like a tap that hasn’t been turned off completely.
His face is unearthly in this soft light. Heisa fucking Angel of the Lord sent down just to tempt this devil back to Heaven. He reaches out his hands to me, like a baby seeking blindly, and I stretch out over him, supporting myself on one arm and stroking my dick with the other. I’m so hard for him I’m starting to worry I’ll spill within three seconds of getting inside him, but one look in his eyes and I almost forget my own dick.
I’ve never seen Finchvulnerable. Not like this. Something flares inside me, some strange and savage instinct.
Mine.
Chapter Sixteen
FINCH
This husband of mine will be the death of me.
This beautiful, violent, tempestuous man is going to kill me if he doesn’t get his cock in me right goddamnnow. I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m never so needy, not with the hookups I used to have, not even when I was strung out and desperate for the high promised to me if I’d let a guy use my mouth for a minute or two in a club bathroom.
Those days are long gone, and I can’t help feeling an odd peacefulness about it. Maybe marriage really is a sacrament. Maybe it really is blessed by God, and once you’ve entered into it, you get to feel this thing I’m feeling.
Whatever itisthat I’m feeling. I’m not entirely sure.
I do know it’s sexy, though. I want his flesh in my flesh, so we become one flesh, and I need it right fuckingnow.
“Come on,” I beg.
He reaches over to the nightstand, where someone—I presume him, because God I fucking hope it wasn’t Tino, and Nunzio would be even worse—has stashed a tub of Boy Butter. Usually I like this part over and done with fast, so I can get that dick in me, but Luca does everything with a purpose. I’m starting to find that out about him. He massages fingerfuls of the stuff onto my asshole, then inside, his clever fingers fucking me just like his tongue was a minute ago.
I’m lost. The only thing I can do is lie here and take it. Lie here and let this panther prowl around my nether regions. After a few seconds, I’m moving with him, trying to get his hand up in me so he can hit my buttons, but he sees exactly what I’m doing. He gives a knowing smile.
“Tonight, angel, you only have the pleasure I choose to give you,” he says. “I’m your husband, and you’re going to honor me. Your focus will be on me. You understand?”
I nod, but it’s like I’m in a dream. I’ve never felt this way before with any other guy.
Once. Once I felt like this. When I was five years younger and choking on the thick cock of a guy I’d picked up at a club and almost took a bullet for.
“I only want to make you happy,” I tell him, my words dripping out like honey, like my own pre-cum. It’s true. I want to blast, but I want Luca to have his pleasure more than I want my own.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks. He’s put the lube aside and he’s leaning over me, his blue eyes pinning me to the bed like I’m a butterfly with a fucking spike through my chest.
“I’m ready,” I whisper. He looks down to line up his dick, and his hair falls forward, brushes against my lips, moves gently when I breathe out. I feel hot flesh against my hole, and then he’s pushing in, slow like molasses.
Fuck, I say, or mouth, or maybe just think. He lifts his head, and his eyes find mine. He keeps my gaze as he pushes in, his head opening me up, breaching those barricades, burrowing into me. He’s big. I knew he was big, because I’ve had that dick in me before, and I’ve seen it flaccid and I’ve seen it erect, but knowing he’s big is another thing entirely fromfeelingit.
His cockhead pops all the way in and my hole clamps around it, sucking him in further, encouraging his dick deeper in. I want him so deep inside me that he’spartof me from now on. “Please,” I say, staring into his face, even though I don’t really know what I’m asking for, except for more of him inside me.
But it’s not just about his cock. Not this time.
Even though his cock is absolutely amazing.
I shift my hips, trying to get more of it without seeming like I’m trying, but he moves with me, and I end up with less dick rather than more. He shakes his head, smirking at my frustration. “What did I say, angel?”
“Tonight I focus on you.” I flutter my lashes as I say it; it’s something that usually gets me my own way.
“That’s right.”
“Then take your pleasure,” I tell him. “However you want it.” My words have the desired effect. He might pretend to have complete mastery of himself, but his clenching jaw and the thin thread of sweat that slides out from the hair at his temple shows me that he’s on edge. He’s seconds away from breaking, from just ramming home and fucking me till kingdom come.
I hold my breath, studying his face, and wait for the inevitable.
It doesn’t come. Oh, he begins to slide in, just not in one driving thrust.
