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His trademark grin spreads across his face.
“Well?” he says. “How was it for you? Are you okay?”
There can’t possibly be words in the English language to tell him.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Finlay
I look at Alana, satiated and happy, glowing from within, wreathed in an aura that is like a halo around her.
She looks complete.
She looks the way I always want her to.
We’re silent for a while, just staring at one another. My hand lazily strokes over her thigh while she shyly places her hand on my chest.
“Does it always feel like that?” Alana asks, at last, her voice full of quiet awe.
I chuckle lightly, only because seeing her happy makes me feel almost unbearably light.
“I’ve heard that, for women, it gets even better after the first time.”
“Huh.” Alana cocks her head slightly. “Does that happen right away, or…?”
“I think it’s more like a progressive improvement for a little while,” I say. “You’ll have a little soreness to get over, I would think, and then you’ll start to learn what you like, what works for you. Over time, you can make sure to focus on those things and stay away from the things you don’t like as much.”
Alana bites her lip, making me want to eat her alive. “I think I’ll like it all.”
I smile but say nothing. I smooth my thumb over her lower lip, seeing how she instinctively opens her mouth for me even though I don’t tell her to.
“I’d like to see how much better it gets,” Alana says in a coy sassy tone, and I meet her eyes, realizing she’s trying to ask, in her own way.
“Now?”
“If, you know…,” she trails off.
“I hope you aren’t about to say something along the lines of if an old man like me has the stamina,” I tease, pouncing on her again immediately.
Whatever response she might have is swallowed up by our kiss, and this time she gains enough confidence to be the one to press her body against mine and then roll, putting me onto my back while she lay on top of me.
I raise an eyebrow as she sits up, then utter a curse under my breath and my eyes roll to the back of my head as she grinds her hips against my cock with the movement.
“Does this work?” she asks, somewhat breathlessly, poised above me, resting on her knees and positioned almost perfectly.
Almost.
“It works,” I grunt, lifting my hips from the bed in order to move her up. I use the adjustment of her height to align myself with her properly, nudging against her pussy and finding her already slick enough.
I let go then, relaxing, and she simply falls slowly with gravity, impaling herself on my cock.
We both moan in unison as she sinks lower until finally, she’s sitting on me fully. The sensation of being buried inside her is utterly maddening.
I find myself growling as I grab her hips to keep her steady and then thrust up and down, starting a slow but steady pace to enjoy her at a leisurely pace.
We could make it last this time.
We have all the time in the world.
