I threw my head back, eyes falling shut as I felt him inside me, the pressure too much to handle, while at the same time not enough. I needed more. Needed him to pound me into the mattress.
But Eric was in no rush; he just kept pushing in.
“Fuuuck,” I murmured as heat pooled in my gut. I raised my hips, trying to impale myself on his fucking cock to speed things up, but Eric wasn’t having it. He pulled back, fucking tsking at me before he slowly started the ordeal over again.
By the time he bottomed out, my abs were clenching, and I was ready to punch the fucking mattress.
“Move,” I said. I’d totally meant for it to come out as a demand, but it sounded more like a breathy, desperate plea.
Eric leaned in, pushing my knees to my chest in the process, a daring glint in his eyes. “Like this?” he said, pulling back oh so slowly. “Or… like this?” His hips snapped forward, burying his cock deep inside me.
“Fuck,” I shouted, electric shocks coursing through my body as his cock hit my prostate head-on.
Eric laughed, but it turned into a ragged moan as he thrust into me again and again.
Reaching for the back of his head, I pulled him down, our lips meeting clumsily as Eric picked up a steady but fast rhythm.
Holy shit, this wouldn’t take long—I was almost there already.
I let myself get lost in the sensations: in Eric’s body weight on top of me, his hair tickling my nose, his tongue strokingalongside mine, and his fucking cock stretching me, filling me, making me feel so fucking good.
I met his thrusts, trying to take him as deep as possible, my hands holding on to his upper arms for dear life.
“Finn,” he gasped, hips speeding up, his pace more punishing than anything else.
I wanted to answer, but there were no words left. Just moans and gasps as his rhythm carried me higher and higher, and… there was a weird moment of sharp pain, my nerve endings screaming before blinding pleasure overrode everything.
The world in front of my eyes was blurry. Darkish gray and blue shapes moved until they slowly formed more solid silhouettes. My comforter was pulled up to my nose, and there was a warm, hard body next to me.
“Eric?” I whispered, my mind still reeling, blood rushing in my ears.
The rushing sounds stopped.
“Hey,” Eric whispered, his fingers dancing over my collarbone. “You with me again?”
I nodded slowly.
“Were you playing ocean sounds?” I asked, confused about why the whooshing had just stopped like that.
“Yeah.” His fingers kept dancing over my skin, sending little sparks of heat through my body. “I like it. It’s… calming. And I kinda wore you out. I wanted you to rest.”
My heart skipped a beat at his admission, yet at the same time, white-hot shame flooded my system.
I’d just… passed out mid orgasm. What the fucking hell? That hadneverhappened before. Like, seriously, not even as ateenager. Yeah, yeah, I’d come early a couple of times in my life, but I’d never fucking passed out during sex. Or orgasm.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, fighting the urge to hide my face in my hands.
“Hey. You have nothing to be sorry for,” he answered, fingers caressing my skin, drawing lazy circles up my throat.
His reassurances, while feeling good, did little to quash my shame. Had he even come?
I didn’t know. For all I knew, I might’ve just passed out and left him with the world’s worst case of blue balls.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Eric teased. His fingers reached my chin, and he gently grabbed it, tilting my head until I was forced to look at him. He was smirking at me, but there was a gentleness in his eyes that made my insides go queasy.
I was about to shake my head, but Eric just nodded emphatically. “I do. And yes, I came. Basically at the same time as you did.”
How the fuck had he known that’s what I was worried about?
