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I’m not sure my eyes can go any wider.
“Relax,” Finlay says, following my gaze. “I’ll be gentle with you.”
“It’s not that,” I whisper, unable to tear my eyes away. “It’s…are you sure it’s going to fit?”
Finlay chuckles and crawls above me on the bed, lean and taut, holding his body above mine.
“It will fit,” he promises and then kisses me with so much force and passion that every other thought leaves my mind.
Something comes over me, the passion in his kiss is incredible, and it leaves me breathless.
His hand slides between my legs again and begins working me over, his thumb swirling over that same bundle of nerves that sent me over the edge yesterday, and immediately has me seeing stars.
I gasp and arch up toward him, my body so eager for his touch that I have no control over it. All I can think of is how much I want him, how much I want more.
But there’s no need to ask.
It’s like he knows my every need and what to do at the right moment to drive all those maddening sensations higher and higher.
Then I feel something else entirely, something hard and warm and slick pushing against my entrance, rubbing up against it, and I realize I must have closed my eyes because my eyes shoot open.
And there he is above me, lining himself up, looking down at my face as he eases in just the smallest amount to make sure I’m comfortable.
I meet his eyes as he does, staying completely still. It’s a strange sensation, a kind of stretch and a little uncomfortable, but the feeling passes quickly, and something else takes over.
An instinctive urge tells me to move, make him move, and draw him further inside me the way nature intended. To feel him filling me up inside, the way we were designed.
When he sees the want and need on my face, he moves again – only the smallest amount before he stops. I realize he is reading me like a book, pausing every time I feel even the slightest discomfort.
He is so careful with me, so patient and strong, holding himself up on his forearms without shaking or breaking a sweat.
That trust I felt in him since the very first day isn't misplaced.
He treats me like a fragile vase inherited from his forefathers, giving me the utmost respect and never risking possible harm.
We continue like this, moving step by careful step until Finlay gives a low groan, and feel when he bottoms out, his hips flush with mine.
For a moment, we lay still. I close my eyes and just feel the sensation of him filling me entirely.
It feels so right – so warm and welcoming. It’s like coming home to a place I have never been before. Like this is where I’m meant to be.
It becomes too much to bear for both of us at the same time because when my eyes snap open again, Finlay is looking back at me with the same fierceness I feel in my chest.
He moves, and I lift my hips to encourage him further, and the whole world seems to set on fire.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, nothing I could have imagined. All of my wildest fantasies don’t even come close.
My body is alive in a way it’s never been before, and his touch makes it so. It’s his body against mine, the feel of skin sliding across skin, the buck of hips, and the way we met in perfect rhythm, the sweat mingling on our skin.
Its deep ripples of pleasure spreading out from my very core, so fast I can barely keep track of where one sensation ends, and another begins, and he’s speeding up, going faster and harder, and I think I’m going to float off the bed, float right up into the air, drift up higher the higher I lift my hips and….
And then I’m gone, falling over the edge, spiraling out into a thousand galaxies, becoming stardust and light, and the only thing tethering me to the world is my contact with him.
Somewhere in the haze of ecstasy, I hear him grunt and shout my name and fill me with warmth and rapid uncontrolled jerking movements.
Slowly we both come back to earth, panting hard for breath, wrapped in each other.
Finlayflops down beside me. At the same time, I finally start to feel the pleasure that tingles in every atom of my body drift off.
