One of his hands tangles in my hair, holding it off my face, while the other clutches the sheets. My eyes drink in the way his arms tense, and his chest tightens when I finally lower my mouth, open my lips wide, and swallow him down exactly like he taught me to.
“Oh, fuck, Win.” His voice catches in his throat, his hips lifting, pushing himself deeper down my throat. I take as much of him as I can, swallowing and swirling my tongue around his length, until he’s breathing hard.
Suddenly, his hand tightens on my hair, pulling me back until he slides out of my mouth. His eyes are glossy; his pupils blown wide when he rasps, “I need you. I want to be inside of you. Tell me you want that too.”
I nod, licking my lips nervously. “I do.”
He sits up, grasping my face between his hands, and kisses me hard. I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing my body over his. His hands move gently down my sides before grasping my hips, moving me gently until I’m over his lap, my pussy hovering over his bare cock.
“Should we use a condom?”
His blue eyes deepen to navy as he looks down my body to where we’re almost joined. “We’re both clean. You said Angel took you to get birth control, right?”
I nod, remembering the small act of rebellion against my parents. I got it not only in case things went this far with Finn but also because of what I read about how it can help with heavier periods.
“I’ve never done this with anyone else before, but I’ll do whatever you want, Winnie. I want this to be how you want it.” He glances up at me, watching me with adoration and a hint of possession.
The intimacy of this moment and his words make my heart burst in my chest. The love I feel for Finn, the way I want him forever, is a steady stream of warmth and trust in my veins.
“I want to feel you. All of you.”
Finn leans forward, his hand cradling the back of my head while he kisses me, slowly. Hard and tender at the same time, his lips coax mine open until our tongues are gliding against each other. I feel heat spread over my chest and down to my core. My hands grip his shoulders while my hips rock against his. Finn exhales against my lips, and I feel one of his hands move between us, grasping his length. It's my turn to whimper when I feel him glide the head of his cock through my wet folds, back and forth. My hips twitch, chasing, until I feel him at my opening. We’re both breathing hard, eyes locked, and my heart beats wildly in my chest, so hard he can probably feel it. All of it, though, is nothing compared to the way he’s staring at me. His eyes are so full of love and reverence. Finn never takes his eyes from mine while his hands tighten on my waist, gently guiding me down his shaft.
“You feel so fucking good, Win,” he murmurs to me, his voice gravelly.
I bite my lip while taking him deeper as he praises everything about me. How good I feel, how wet I am, how well I’m taking all of him, how much he loves me and needs me. Tears gather in my eyes, and I whimper again when I feel him reach the thin barrier of my virginity.
“I love you,” he says, voice strong even while his body tenses beneath mine before he thrusts up, just enough to fill me and join us together fully.
My head falls forward, a small cry leaving my lips as I’m filled with him completely. My nails dig into his shoulders, and he grunts from the pain. Finn’s hands move down my back, soothing me, then over my hips, squeezing my legs gently. He waits for me to adjust, patiently letting me get used to his size while he trails his lips over my cheek, down my neck to my shoulder. My body tilts back slightly, wanting him to continue, and his cock slides out of me. I gasp from the sensation it creates. The pain has lessened, and pleasure sends tingles down my spine instead.
Finn’s hands guide my hips forward again, pushing back into me slowly, grinding my clit against his pelvis, and my body shudders in response, my pussy fluttering around him.
“Winnie, you’re perfect,” he tells me, grasping my chin between his fingers so our eyes meet. “You were made for me. There is nothing better than this.”
“Please, don’t stop,” I moan, leaning forward to press my lips against his jaw before taking his mouth with mine. Our tongues tangle, and we’re breathing hard while he guides my hips up and down, so I’m riding him, creating a buildup of pleasure. “I love you, Finn.”
He growls against my lips before his grip tightens on my waist, pulling me down on his cock again as deep as he can go. We both cry out, and I start meeting him thrust for thrust. Shivers break out over my skin while at the same time I feel overheated. I grab him everywhere I can touch him. My breasts bounce lightly, my nipples grazing against his chest, and he takes turns kissing the tops of each, his tongue darting out to the hardened peak.
“I need to feel you come, Win. I love you so much. I want you to come on my cock, Daisy,” he groans.
“Oh yes, Finn,” I moan in response, his words making me fall apart around him, shattering from my climax.
Finn thrusts a few more times, drawing out my orgasm while he chases his own. I feel the way he grows taut under me, his eyes flutter closed, and a deep blush rushes to his cheeks. I can feel him come inside me, filling me, marking me as his inside and out.
My forehead rests on his shoulder while we come down, both breathing hard, and I feel like I can barely move. My legs are stiff, and I just want to collapse on the bed and take him with me. Finn’s lips touch the side of my head, and his arms wrap around me, holding my front to his heated skin.
“Let me take care of you.” His voice is low, almost a whisper. I nod in response, too shaken to form words. Gently, he flips us over and pulls out of me. The sensation is foreign, and my insides sting slightly. I watch as Finn disappears into the bathroom, and I hear water running before he’s back with a washcloth. I reach out my hand to take it, but he pulls back.
“I’m going to do it, Win. Let me give you this.”
I can only watch as he cleans up between my thighs, so gently that it brings tears to my eyes. When he’s done, he covers me with a blanket before returning to the bathroom. The water runs again, and then he’s back.
“We probably have to get back.” My voice breaks just thinking about leaving him.
Finn gazes at me, his fingers brushing my hair back. “I set an alarm. Get some rest while I hold you.” He moves me easily in his arms, bringing my body as close to his as I can get. Between the warmth of his skin, the thick blanket covering us, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I’m lulled into sleep. I love Finn so much. I never want to leave his arms or be apart from him.
“I love you more,” I swear I hear him whisper, and a smile tugs my lips.
