Fractured Minds (Rebels of Sandland 3)

She sounded so insecure and it broke my heart.

“And you think I do? This is my first time too.”

She pulled back and looked me dead in the eyes.

“It is?”

“Of course it is. Do you really think there’d ever be anyone else for me? It’s always been you. I’d have waited forever for you, Eff.”

I could see the tears in her eyes and I pulled her back into me to hug away her fears.

“You don’t know how much it means to me to hear you say that, Finn. All this time, I’ve always wondered… What with the whole Renaissance Men reputation… I thought…”

“You thought I was like them. That reputation, it’s a shitty one, started by Zak, exacerbated by Brandon and totally and utterly despised by Ryan and me. That’s not what I’m about.”

“I know that. I do. But sometimes, I’d doubt myself.”

“Don’t. Don’t doubt yourself. This, us, it’s real. I love you, Effy. I always have. And if that means we stop this now, I’ll still be the luckiest guy in the world, walking away knowing Effy Spencer is my girlfriend. She could have anyone but she wants to be with me.”

“I love you too,” she replied, her voice all breathy and sexy, sending a jolt straight down to my dick. “God, Finn, I want this so much. I want you so much.”

I breathed her in and held her in my arms. My whole world. I hated that she’d doubted that she was the one for me, but then I hadn’t given her an easy time and I vowed to myself that I’d never do that again. Everything was for her. I had a lot of issues and bullshit going on, but she’d always been the one constant in my life. I wanted to show her what she meant to me.

“I don’t want you to stop.” She gasped so quietly I almost didn’t hear her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Just… bear with me. Be gentle with me.”

I stroked her face and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“I don’t know how to be any other way.”

I’d never been so nervous, excited, scared, and aroused at the same time in my whole life. I’d always dreamed that when the day came, and I lost my ‘V’ card, it’d be with Finn. But here we were, about to jump over the edge, and I couldn’t quite believe it.

When he showed me the Valentine’s cards he’d made for me, I knew everything would change. But this was a step into a whole new existence, and as I lay there, watching him watching me, I knew I couldn’t wait a second longer to take that leap and make him mine.

Without saying another word, he lifted himself up and then put his thumbs into the sides of my knickers and slowly, teasingly, he pulled them down my legs and off, throwing them onto the floor. I could barely breathe and my whole body was shaking, but when he moved my legs open, I let him. I wanted him to see all of me.

He moved to sit in-between my legs and I felt myself blush as he stared and panted out his own breaths. I was so wet for him, and my core gave an involuntary clench as he grabbed his dick in his hand and gave it a few slow pumps, never taking his eyes off me, lying on my back, fully exposed to him.

“My shy girl isn’t so shy anymore.” He smiled a wicked smile and I grinned back.

“Neither is my shy boy.”

And then I froze as he pushed my legs open wider and lay back down with his head right there.

His tongue licked a slow, painfully seductive trail from my pussy right up to my clit, and then he sucked softly. His eyes met mine as I gasped out and he pulled away––only slightly––and asked me, “Is this okay?”

“More than okay,” I replied, breathlessly.

“Am I doing it right?”

“So right.”

He licked again, a long steady stroke of his tongue, and when I cried out at the contact with my clit, he whispered, “You like it there?”

I nodded, because the feel of his breath on me and the anticipation of his next lick was too much. I wanted to focus everything on this feeling. Words weren’t needed.