couldn’t in words.
Somewhere along the line my underwear vanished, and then I heard the zipper on his pants. I kept my eyes on his face as he sat up and rolled on the condom. Here we go. Moment of truth.
Fin positioned himself and entered me slowly. So slowly. He grunted with the exertion and squeezed his eyes shut.
I held absolutely still, balling my fists and digging my nails into my palms. He got all the way in and paused for a moment. His eyes snapped open and he looked down at my face.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Good.”
He closed his eyes again and pulled his hips back until he was almost out of me before pushing back in again. There was another pause, and then he started to pick up the pace.
It was the most excruciating way to have sex ever. I understood now why he put me on my back. To be able to see him, to feel him above me and not be able to touch him or say anything to him was awful.
Like the sex was happening to me and not with me.
Not that it wasn’t enjoyable. Fin and I had been together enough times that he knew what places to hit, and I was so built up that it didn’t take long before I was shuddering around him and biting my lip to stay quiet.
His climax took longer. Much longer.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he thrust into me, eyes still closed.
Whatever we were doing wasn’t working, so I decided to take another risk.
“Look at me,” I snapped, reaching up and grabbing his chin. He stilled and froze, his eyes opening at the sound of my voice and my touch.
“You, Fin Herald, are going to fuck me, and you’re going to fuck me right now. Got it?” I dug my fingers into his chin and then wrapped his tie around my wrist and brought his mouth to mine. Maybe this would get his attention.
I closed my teeth on his bottom lip, biting down. He liked to spank me for not obeying him in the bedroom. I was going to give it right back to him.
It was evident that no other girl had ever done this to him before. At least probably not the ones he paid.
He tried to pull back, but I wouldn’t let him. I put my lust, all my frustration, all my anxiety over him leaving into that kiss. Let him resist that.
I kept waiting for him to stop me. For him to pull away and use his safeword. But he didn’t. He growled into my mouth and thrust into me so hard, I thought he was going to rip me apart.
I would have let him.
Once he started kissing me, something ignited in Fin. This was what I always thought it would be like with him. Wild and harsh and free, and so intense it was too much and not enough all at the same time.
I scratched his back and he bruised my thighs and bit my lip, and I bit his and we rolled around one another, locked in battle. I came so hard I knew I drew blood when I dug my fingers into his back, ripping his shirt, and my teeth into his lower lip.
Everything I did just seemed to excite him more, make him go harder. The place between my legs where our bodies met was sore and tender, but I didn’t want him to stop. Silently, I begged him with my body. With everything I had.
He went faster until I was afraid we were going to destroy each other. And then he arched above me and made an unintelligible sound before collapsing on me.
We’d done it.
Fin’s body was heavy on mine, and I had to tap him on the shoulder.
“Can’t breathe,” I said, and he rolled off me, both of us completely wrecked. Neither of us spoke for what felt like an hour.
“You bit me,” Fin said, wiping at his mouth and showing me the smear of blood from his lip.
“Sorry. Heat of the moment. You weren’t very gentle with me either,” I said, shifting my hips and wincing. I poked at them and knew I was going to have bruises. Never mind the road rash from the vigorous sex.
“I should be mad at you, but I’m still too turned on,” he said. Damn, really?
“So it was good for you? Despite the biting, and I think I might have left some marks on your
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