Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

When I looked up, I was surprised to see her looking down at me. With a wink, I moved closer to her and licked up between her lips and flicked her clit.

She inhaled deeply. I could feel her pulling slightly on my hair, slowly trying to drive me where she needed me to go. It was so fucking hot.

Picking up the speed of my fingers, I buried my mouth on her clit, sucking and licking each whimper and moan out of her.

“Feels. So. Good. Oh God! Finn, I’m so close,” she cried out while grinding her pussy harder into my face. My dick had never been so damn hard.

I moved my fingers slightly and flicked her clit faster. It didn’t take her long to start squeezing my fingers and crying out my name. When her leg started to give out, I pushed against the shower wall and held her there. Her body shook while I licked up every ounce of her sweet juices.

When I looked at her, she was staring down at me with a huge smile on her face, her breathing labored. Standing, I dipped my face in the water and rinsed out my mouth. I wasn’t sure how she would feel about me trying to kiss her after I’d gone down on her.

“I think we’re clean enough. I need to be inside of you, Éan.”

Her mouth opened into an O shape as I turned off the water and pulled her out of the shower. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my body. “We’re still wet,” she giggled.

With a shake of my head, I headed into my bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. “I don’t care. I can’t wait another second.”

Her eyes dark with passion, she kept her focus on me as I reached into the drawer for a condom. I loved how she chewed on her lip while watching me roll it over my dick.

“Are you sure?” I asked her when I noticed the look of fear in her eyes.

She nodded. “You’re just so…big. I’m worried it won’t fit.”

With a laugh, I crawled over and settled my body on hers. “It’ll fit, I promise.”

I pressed my lips to hers as she wrapped her arms around my neck and I pushed my cock against her, causing her to gasp.

The kiss was slow and steady. Rory had a way of making it seem like she’d opened herself completely to me with just one kiss. When she sucked my lip into her mouth, I groaned, and that seemed to fuel her even more as she gently nibbled on it. My cock teased her entrance just a bit while I moved my mouth down to her neck. I needed her to talk to me. Tell me if I was doing anything to hurt her. Just with my two fingers inside of her, I could tell how tight she was.

“Tell me if I hurt you, Rory. I’ll go slow.”

Her legs wrapped around me and pulled me closer. “Finn, I’m going crazy. Please!”

Fucking hell if her pleading didn’t make me want to push my cock inside of her and fuck her until she couldn’t move.

No.

This was Rory.

My Éan.

She deserved more than a hard fucking. She deserved to be loved slowly and passionately.

I pushed in a little farther and her whole body went rigid. I pulled back and looked into her beautiful blue eyes. “Are you okay, baby?”

With a nod, she replied, “It’s been a while, and like I said…you’re huge!”

With a grin, I drew out some and pushed back in. “Shit, you’re so tight.”

“Feels so good. Finn, I need more.”

She was breaking my resolve to take things slow.

“I’m trying not to hurt you, Rory. You begging for more is not helping.”

Pulling out, I was covered in her juices, making it easy to slide right back in, this time pushing in harder and faster. She jumped as I filled her completely.

Not moving, I buried my face in her neck, waiting for her to tell me she was ready.