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I just… With Finn, I felt safe. Which, again, was stupid because my injuries had occurred while standing right beside my new husband.
Anxiety didn’t have to be rational. To be honest, I thought I was dealing with this pretty goddamn well. Jenny agreed too. She knew what was happening, knew I was on lockdown, and I knew she wanted to cheer me up, but I’d gone from being free to do whatever the hell I wanted, to literally being caged on a compound.
It might not have been so damn bad if I’d been able to move around with more ease.
Every day I rested, I grew stronger, but I was bored shitless and going to lose my mind if my body didn’t start healing faster.
The doctors said light activity for twelve weeks.
The prospect of ten days to go was hellish.
“Just tired.”
Finn’s abrupt answer startled me, I’d forgotten I’d asked the question and he’d taken so long to reply.
I could feel his hard-on pushing into my side and there was an answering ache in my core.
Fuck, I wanted him.
Before I’d been shot, I loved when he’d slip into bed while I slept, and he’d wake me up with his mouth or fingers somewhere on my body.
To say I sucked up courage for what I was about to do was an understatement.
Finn wanted me, I knew that. He was so hard, so close, so hot, that my body couldn’t fail to respond to the physiological changes in his. But he was also stubborn and mule-headed enough to refuse because the doctor had yet to sign off on any sexual activity.
This man was better than a chastity belt.
So, taking a huge risk, I reached between us and palmed his dick. He groaned and went to move back.
“Aoife, no.”
This man’s willpower would be the death of me.
I squeezed his shaft. “Finn, yes,” I countered, sliding my hand under the waistband of his briefs.
When bare skin met bare skin, he released a groan so pained it sent an answering ache deep inside me.
His hand snapped out to grab my wrist, but with my thumb, I caressed the tip. Sliding my finger through the drop of pre-cum that had spurted there. For endless seconds, I waited, wondering what he’d do, then after my lungs felt like they were burning from holding my breath, he hesitated, and finally rolled onto his back and covered his face with his forearm.
Was that green for go?
Unsure of what to do, I waited an additional moment, then he rocked his hips slightly, and I smiled, knowing I had my answer.
I didn’t take it for granted.
Time was of the essence. I needed to keep him on the precipice, otherwise he’d revert to his he-man, know-it-all attitude, and I’d be left feeling so empty I wouldn’t be able to sleep all night.
Slipping my other hand under his briefs, I pulled him free. When the tip of his cock grazed the fabric, he released a groan, and I moaned at how hard and fucking sensitive he was.
God, I had to have him in my mouth. It was a biting urgency in my blood.
“Finn, help me. I want to taste you.”
His second groan was heartfelt. “N-No, Aoife.”
“I need to, baby. I want your cock in my mouth and your cum streaming down my throat.”
When he grunted, I felt his cock pound out his heart rate in my hand.
