himself at my entrance and slowly slides the tip of his cock in. His eyes are closed, and I wrap my legs around him as he slowly, inch by delicious inch, moves all the way inside me. It hurts a little, but not in a bad way. Not like I’ve read about.
I whimper his name, stroking his back with the silk of my stockings as I move my legs tighter around him. He’s holding there, my pussy throbbing around him, and then he slowly eases out of me, though not all the way. He does this slow movement a few more times, and it seems like he’s about to snap with the effort of it.
“It’s okay, Finn,” I murmur, my hands gripping the hard muscle of his shoulders. “I’m ready. I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes flash open.
He presses his face into my neck, sucking and licking as he lifts my hips and begins to thrust into me. He builds his pace slowly, and by the time he’s thrusting hard and fast I’m screaming and clawing at his back. I hear myself beg him to make me come, and he curses as he changes the angle of his thrusting, hitting some spot inside me that takes my breath away. He repeats the motion over and over and I feel an orgasm building that’s even more powerful than the ones I had before.
My inner walls start to vibrate, and he senses I’m close to the edge, thrusting up and twisting his hips slightly while one finger dips between our bodies to stroke my clit. It’s too much. I scream out my orgasm, the intensity of it causing my body to jerk and spasm around his cock. He seems to like it, picks up his pace, and soon he’s growling against my shoulder, holding my hips tight against his, so deep inside me, coming in a series of powerful thrusts. He stays inside me for a few moments, his body covering mine.
When he does pull out, I miss the feeling of him. He goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, and I’m not sure what’s going to happen next. He comes back twenty minutes later, showered and wrapped in a robe.
He tips up my chin and kisses me, before running a hand down my breasts. “There’s another one in the bathroom.”
I want to cuddle up next to him, which is foolish, I know. It’s not like we’re lovers of any sort, but it was my first time.
I take a shower but keep my hair dry. When I’m done, I put on the robe and take my hair down. It’s all silky curls tonight, and I want to leave them in as long as they’ll stay.
Finn’s under the covers, his robe on a chair next to the bed. I wonder if I should join him. Is this part always so weird? I half expected him to be gone by the time I finished showering.
“Come here,” he says, moving the blanket aside. “Lose the robe.”
I do, and climb into bed next to him, and he tugs me close, playing with my hair.
“Did you enjoy it?” he asks.
“A lot,” I admit. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
He lets out a gruff laugh. “Good.”
I want to ask him the same, but I’m too embarrassed.
I fall asleep in his arms.
14
Finn
I wake up to Sasha screaming, but not in the good way. She’s having some kind of nightmare, crying and thrashing. I shake her shoulders, trying to snap her out of it without doing more damage.
“Sasha,” I say, my voice calm. “Sasha, wake up.”
She’s disoriented and scared when she does wake up, the panic wild in her eyes. She curls in a ball away from me. I hate that she moved away and not closer.
She pushes out of bed and into the bathroom. I want to follow her, but that might scare her more, so I don’t.
My father gave her these nightmares. And I’m sure I’ve contributed to them now.
A few minutes later, she climbs back into bed.
I tentatively slide my arm around her shoulders.
“I have nightmares,” she says. “I’m sorry I woke you.”
My stomach churns with guilt.
“Don’t be sorry,” I say, squeezing her shoulder. “We both know why you have those nightmares. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.” Though I certainly do.
I pull her closer.
She’s quiet for a moment, and then turns so she’s tucked under my arm, looking up at me with those pretty eyes, her gorgeous curves pressed against