“No you don’t,” I whine, hooking my leg around his hip. “Not unless you’ve been with someone recently.”
My stomach drops. Has he? We haven’t talked about it. He hasn’t mentioned anyone in a few months, but maybe?—
“I haven’t. And I’ve been tested. There’s no one else.” His eyes are so dark when they hold mine, but still warm, still him. “There won’t be anyone else for me ever.”
Tears prick my eyes. “I’m on the shot. And there’s . . . there’s nobody else for me, either.”
“You’re mine,” he breathes out, almost too softly for me to hear.
I nod and cup his cheek, bringing his lips back down. Our mouths meet in a ghost of a kiss, our breaths mixing as he shifts. Neither of us dares to look away from each other when his cock settles at my entrance and he pushes in. My face scrunches at the stretch, my eyes threatening to close as I hold my breath.
“Watch me. Don’t look away. Keep your eyes on me when I fuck you for the first time, Aubrey. You can do that for me,” he says firmly, strained. “Good girl. Shit, you’re tight. I need to . . . need to stretch you.”
“Yes—yes, Finn. Oh, God . . .” I watch his nostrils flare and feel the force of his exhale when he pushes the rest of the way in, bottoming out.
“Tell me I can move,” he pants, smashing his mouth to mine just once before pulling back. “Are you okay?”
I swallow and nod, clenching around the sudden fullness. “Move. I need you.”
His biceps ripple when he lifts himself onto his hand and grips the headboard behind me with the other. The weight of his gaze on my face intensifies the pleasure burning inside of me when he begins to move, pulling out slowly and working back in. The sting of the stretch soothes after a few strokes, making room for the bliss that follows. He speeds up when I relax beneath him and grab his hips, needing to feel more of him.
“You feel so good,” he grunts, sweat making his chest glisten. “You’re dripping. It’s all for me.”
He’s so deep inside, finding places that I didn’t know existed. Every drive of his hips sends me closer to the ledge. I can’t speak, can barely breathe as he moves with confidence, driven by pure need. My hands move over his body as I palm his pecs and grip his arms. I scratch my nails down his side and over his firm, round ass. I can’t stop touching him, exploring his outside the way I’ve learned and mastered the inside.
His thrusts quicken, growing harder when I start rubbing my clit, unable to help myself. I mumble a plea for him to keep going and strain to keep my eyes open when he hits a place so deep my vision blurs. My lungs pinch and refuse to accept air as my climax comes out of nowhere and hits me hard.
I cry out and curl both my legs around his waist, urging him to keep going?—
“Can I come inside of you?” he asks, his voice sounding faraway. I moan louder, my muscles contracting tighter. “Aubrey—Aubrey, fuck! Tell me to pull out if you don’t want me to come in you . . .please.”
I tighten my legs around his waist and keep him buried inside of me as I nod, too delirious to form words. He groans, low and dirty, and throws his head back. His throat tightens when I feel him pump his hips harder than before and then still, jerking. Heat blooms inside of me when his cock throbs, and I smile loopily as he comes.
My hands run softly up his back and over his shoulders before finding his face, holding his cheeks. He turns his head and kisses my palm. I let my legs fall from his waist and shift on the mattress when my thighs begin to ache as my muscles go lax.
“That was . . . okay? Should I have pulled out anyway?” His voice rumbles against my hand before he takes both and brings them to rest against his chest, rubbing them into his sternum.
I swallow to clear my throat. “It was perfect.”
“Perfect? That’s high praise, baby.”
“Do you not agree?” I arch a brow when he drops his head and kisses my nose.
“Oh, I agree. But I didn’t want to sound cocky.”
His smirk says otherwise. It’s the sexy “I know I’m great in bed” look that on any guy other than Finn would be enough to have me kicking him out of bed. But with him, it has me fluttering around him, somehow not ready to be finished.
His lips curl higher. “You’re putting a lot of confidence into my rebound ability.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought since you’re still as hard as a rock, that meant you were up to going again, but if I was wrong?—”
A loud laugh tears free when he slides out and flips me onto my stomach. I’m grinning into the mattress when he slides an arm beneath me and hikes me up onto my knees. My chest cracks open and my heart leaps when he leans over my back and softly guides my hair over my shoulders and around his fist.
“You weren’t wrong,” he states against my throat.
My scalp tingles when he tugs my head back and guides his cock into me with one stroke. The fullness steals my voice as I gasp and go tight as a bowstring.
“We’re nowhere close to done, Aubrey.”
