‘Yes. Yes!’
There’s no plan. Just this flailing urgency to prove it. To fuse what we just said with skin. With sweat and kisses and sex and love.
I scramble back on shaking knees, as I drag one leg free of my joggers. My knickers stick to my skin, stretched to the side, useless. The windows are fogged.
He spits in his hand and rubs it on his cock, thick and waiting. He holds it, eyes locked to mine. ‘You want it slow, baby?’
‘If you go slow, I’ll bite you.’
He lets out a low laugh. One hand holds my hip, the other fists his cock. ‘Take me, then.’
I lower myself and gasp so hard my throat hurts.
Oh.
Oh my fucking god.
He’s big. Stretching me open, dragging against every nerve as I sink down. I cry out, forehead crashing to his shoulder as my body adjusts, burning and needy and alive.
He swears into my hair, both hands gripping my hips so hard I’ll wear the bruises for days. We’re not moving yet. Just breathing and trembling.
‘Jesus, Theo.’ His voice is a rasp. ‘You feel like… fuck. I’ve never?—’
‘Shush.’ I shiver as I bottom out, hips flush to his. ‘Or I’ll start crying again.’
He fills every inch of me, pressure and pleasure and a feeling too big for my chest to contain.
‘Good,’ he buries his face in my neck. ‘Want you ruined for everyone else.’
I want to ruin him, too. Want him to carry this inside him like a fever. Like proof that I chose him back. That I’m not walking away.
I move. Tiny moves at first, rolling my hips. ‘You feel that?’ I whisper against his throat. ‘That’s how much I want you. That’s how much I missed you.’
His hands grip my arse, guiding me. ‘I missed you, too, baby. So much.’
Mouths open, gasping, pressed together. We can’t get close enough.
‘I love you. Theo… I love you so much it fucking hurts.’
‘I love you. I love you, Finn.’
Every time I move, there’s the sticky drag of him inside me, the whimper I can’t contain, the ragged groans he tries to muffle in my neck.
‘You feel so good, baby,’ he mutters into my skin.
‘Don’t stop talking.’
‘Why? This turning you on?’
‘Everything about you turns me on.’ I grind down again, harder this time. ‘The way you look at me. The way you… fuck, Finn!’
He thrusts up suddenly, meeting me halfway. ‘That it?’ His eyes are blown wide, locked on my face. ‘That what you need?’
‘Yes! More. Just…don’t stop…’
He’s pounding up into me now, hard and deep, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. The car rattles.
‘I love you,’ I gasp. ‘I think I’ve always… fuck… Ah!’
