“Condom,” I blurt. “We need to use a condom. I’m not on contraception.”
Finn curses. “I don’t have one.”
“I do,” I pant.
“You do?”
“They’re old, but hopefully in date.”
“Where?”
“Bottom drawer next to my bed.”
Finn moves faster than lightning and creeps into my bedroom, making sure not to wake Skye as he starts to rummage. He soon returns with a condom between his fingers and a soft smirk on his face.
“Two months to spare.” He winks casually.
“Thank god,” I groan.
He rips it open and rolls it over his cock before working his way between my legs. His body covers mine as he holds my thigh with one hand and uses the other to guide his tip against my entrance.
For a moment, we’re both silent until he slides inside me and we gasp.
My arms automatically wrap around his shoulders, hugging him to me. Tears strain my eyes at the immediate pleasure that washes through me.
Finn quivers as he thrusts a little deeper, both of us moaning in unison. He nudges his forehead against mine as he fills me, stretches me, slides home where he belongs. These thoughts are too quick to even filter, but I don’t care when everything feels euphoric and safe all at once.
“Uhhh, fuck,” Finn grunts as he seats himself fully inside me.
My nails claw at his back as I bury my head into his neck and cling to him for dear life. Then he starts to thrust, skin slapping against skin, and I’m catapulted into eternal bliss.
“Fuck! Please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I scream.
Finn claims my lips and kisses me to within an inch of my life. I slide my fingers into the back of his hair as he fucks me into the sofa, each time pressing into my G-spot with perfection.
“Sunshine,” he moans breathily. “You’re fucking drenching my cock.”
My head falls back as my mouth drops open, and I can’t hold in the almighty cry that rips from my chest. His thrusts turn punishing to the point my vision becomes blurry, and I’m nothing but a bag of mush beneath him.
He pulls up my crop top and stares down at my body. In a second, his eyes start to dilate, and he leans down to kiss around my breast.
“Oh god.” I clench every muscle. “They’re so sensitive.”
“So beautiful,” he hums, lips grazing my nipple. “So fucking mine.”
Yes. Yes. Yes.
“Yours,” I gasp.
“That’s right,” he says, curling his hand around the nape of my neck and forcing my eyes to his. “You’ll always be mine. No matter what.”
My mouth quivers uncontrollably because his possessive words only make me hotter. We’ll always have history, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over him. This is dangerous, but it’s too late.
Finn slams into me again and again until I’m thrown into another orgasm. I shatter around him and hold on as he fucks me through every wave of pleasure that hits my nervous system.
“I love watching you come,” he groans. “Oh, I’ve missed it so much.”
Before I have a chance to calm down, he flips me over onto all fours and slaps my ass, making me jolt and shriek in response.
