Finally he pulls back and kisses the inside of my thigh, lips still wet with me. ‘Good?’
I manage a breathless, stunned, ‘This was… I guess I could die from this.’
‘I hope not, you’re too delicious.’ He looks up at me, eyes glittering. ‘But are you gonna fix the massive problem I woke up with?’
I’m still trying to gather what’s left of my brain, but that’s an offer I’m not going to refuse. ‘If it bothers you that much…’
‘Oh, it bothers me very much.’ He kisses my knee and stands.
The shift in height is dizzying. I’m still leaning on the counter, legs wobbly. Finn saunters to his suitcase, the same one I mocked him for when he first moved in a week ago, and pulls out another condom. Of course he’s stocked up, he’s probably on a monthly subscription. The foil rips with a serrated whisper. I clench tight around nothing, my body remembering the shape of him, and my ribs contract as if my lungs refuse to work until he’s back inside me. Not even my breath behaves anymore.
This is me now, apparently.
Finn rolls it on. ‘Bend over, baby. Let me see what’s been making my mornings so difficult.’
He closes the distance, fist wrapped tight around himself. Without wasting a second, he hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me back against him with a low growl of approval, then guides me forward until my elbows touch the cool stone.
‘There you go.’ He nudges my feet wider. One hand stays on my hip. ‘Keep that pretty arse up where I need it.’
Finn swipes up and down my wetness a few times. Then he presses forward, filling me to the edge of what I can take. I bite down a whimper and try not to weep.
‘Move, please. Move.’ I can’t bear that he’s holding still and push back into him.
‘Theo. Baby. I can’t believe you—’ his voice catches for a second, ‘—want this as bad as I do.’ He starts to thrust slowly. ‘Fuck, you take me so good.’
My eyes flutter closed and my body throbs around him. Each movement drives a sound from me I don’t recognise.
‘You feel that, Theo? How much I fucking want you?’
‘Yes, yes!’ I’m biting my wrist.
‘Does my cock feel good?’
‘God, yes!’ I wriggle against him.
He lets out a shaky breath. ‘Trying to last more than five seconds here and you’re not helping.’
I smile between the sighs. He moves just right and keeps going, and the smile falls clean off my face on a moan. Our rhythm builds, a push and pull that keeps me between pleasure and surrender, ecstasy blazing all the way up through my veins and?—
A low thump on the counter.
Elvis?
That furry menace lands in front of me and stares straight at us, tail twitching, then meows with theatrical outrage as if he’s joining a meeting we forgot to invite him to.
A jagged laugh bursts out of me. ‘You have got to be joking.’
Finn’s chest shakes against my back. Elvis meows again, louder this time. Positively demanding.
‘We’re being judged.’ Finn groans, stilling inside me. ‘He’s got shite timing.’
I laugh, breathless. I don’t know how this is my life, but it is. And I’m enjoying every moment.
‘Would you like to move this meeting to my bedroom?’ I ask. ‘Closed door and all that.’
‘Aye. Let me make you come in your bed a million times so you’ll always think of me when you sleep in it.’
He gently pulls out and I turn to make the loss more bearable, catching his mouth in a kiss. My hands find his.
