He swirled his tongue around my clit and then licked and rubbed over it before sucking it into his mouth. Sometimes he was gentle, sometimes a little harder, but every time it was perfect, and I started to rock my hips into his face to keep the waves of ecstasy going. I went from grabbing my pillow and writhing under him, to reaching for his hair and threading my fingers through the silky strands to guide him. And all the time, he held my legs in place and used his tongue to paint a masterpiece on me.
Just as I was about to cry out for more, he sensed what I needed, and his fingers stroked me as his tongue worked its magic. I moaned and bit my lip as he inserted a finger and curled it perfectly inside. Watching him, with his eyes closed, licking and stroking me into oblivion as he gently rocked himself into the mattress to get the friction he needed was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced in my life. And then he opened his eyes and looked up at me and groaned. The feel of his tongue and the vibrations sent me over the edge and I tensed up, which in turn made him jolt up and ask, “Are you okay?”
“Don’t fucking stop,” I cried, grabbing his head and pushing it back down. “I’m coming.”
He went back to work, literally burying his head in-between my legs like it was his life’s mission to make me come. My thighs clamped tightly around his ears and I started to convulse, pulsing with the strongest orgasm I’d ever had. My legs were shaking and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out in ecstasy as the walls of my pussy clamped down hard. He groaned when he felt it, and wrung every last drop of my orgasm from my body, never stopping until he sensed that I’d started to relax back into myself again. Coming on Finn Knowles’ tongue truly was an out of body experience, and now I was in a blissful, hazy state of euphoria.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said in a husky voice as he crawled up my body, the evidence of my orgasm still coating his
face. I smiled and wiped it off then kissed him, grabbing the back of his neck so I could deepen the kiss.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.”
He lay over me, his body gently pressing me into the mattress and his dick grazing the inside of my thigh. I looked up at him, looking down on me. Our breaths were panted but shallow, our eyes searching each other’s for something neither of us could put into words. What we’d just done was amazing, but I wanted more. He did too.
I reached down between our bodies and took his dick in my hand, giving it slow gentle strokes like I’d seen him do earlier. He held my gaze and rocked gently into me, but when I started to use his dick to rub through my folds, he pulled away and said, “We need to do this right.”
He reached down to where his jeans were on the floor and stuck his hand into the pocket. I noticed him blush as he pulled the condom out.
“Are you one hundred percent sure about this?” he asked, holding the packet up apprehensively.
“Yes, now stop asking me and just do it,” I snapped, but thankfully, he laughed.
I was fascinated watching him rip the foil and then roll it onto himself. He was long and thick, and even though I was slightly intimidated, I knew I’d definitely be doing that for him next time. He lay back over me and lined himself up. We kissed and I could feel him trying to push into me, but every time he did, I flinched, and sensing my wariness he didn’t force it. He let me set the pace.
Every moment that we lay there I became needier, more desperate for him. Always close but never close enough.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered into my ear.
“I think you’re gonna have to,” I said and lifted my knees up so he had better access.
This time, when he pushed himself forward, it was easier. He sank further and further into me and we held each other’s gaze, lost in the sensation of us, together. I knew he wasn’t fully inside me and I could tell he was holding back, so I grabbed his ass to spur him on. It worked, and he thrust forward, making me cry out as he filled me.
He was panting, holding himself over me and staying still as I got used to the sensation of being stretched by him. That initial thrust had hurt, but now, as I felt myself gripping tightly around him, it didn’t hurt as much. It felt new, different, and if I was being honest, totally fucking amazing.
“You can move,” I whispered and kissed his shoulder.
He buried his head into my neck and started to swivel his hips slowly.
“Eff, you feel… amazing. I’m not sure I’m gonna last very long.”
I didn’t care how long he lasted. This was about so much more than his performance. It was about a connection. Mine and his. After today, every tear and every moment of heartache would be worth it, because he was finally mine.
He pulled out and then pushed back inside me, and I moaned, loving the way it felt to be stretched and massaged in this way. He went slow at first, circling his hips and grinding into me. And all the time, he wrapped me in his arms like I was the most precious thing he’d ever held. On each thrust, he groaned, and it was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard. I wanted to make Finn groan every day. I could come from hearing his voice alone.
I lifted my knees up higher and then wrapped my legs around his waist, moving my hips in time with his and letting him sink deeper into me. I held onto him, running my fingers down his back, and when I touched his ass and felt him clenching as he pushed inside me, I moaned and grabbed harder. It was the sexiest thing ever, feeling him like that.
“Fuck, Eff, I’m so close.” He lifted himself up so his weight was balanced on one arm and then looked down to where we were joined; thrusting himself harder and groaning.
“Touch yourself,” he moaned. “I need you to come too.”
I reached down and started to rub over my clit, but I was so turned on it didn’t take long before my second orgasm took hold and my walls clenched, squeezing him and driving him crazy. He placed his hands either side of my head and drove hard into me as I cried out. And then he was there too, thickening and pulsing on cries of ‘Oh fuck. Oh yes.’ He kept thrusting until he couldn’t take it anymore and he collapsed his whole body over mine.
We lay in each other’s arms for a few minutes, getting our breath back. Our bodies were slick with sweat, but we didn’t care. And the most amazing thing of all was he was still inside me. I never wanted him to leave.
Eventually, he slowly pulled out, but he didn’t let me go or roll away. He held me in his arms and kissed me.
“I love you,” he said in a sleepy, dreamy voice.