Chapter 25

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CATLIN

“Yes,” I whisper. I’ve never been more sure of anything. Never in my life would I have imagined that the heavily tattooed, intimating man I met a few weeks ago could also be this sweet, gentle, and concerned with my comfort. He isn’t what I imagined as a partner, but he’s the man that I’ve been waiting my whole life for. The man worthy of sharing this sacred moment with. “Very.”

“I’ll be gentle,” he promises with his soft blue eyes reassuring me. Reaching between us, Finn aligns himself with me and stills. “Relax, piscín. You can take me,” he comforts, pressing against me.

Gripping his broad shoulders with both hands, I close my eyes and take a deep breath to relax. A sputtered moan breaks my soft exhale as Finn enters me. I suddenly feel so full, like he barely fits. There’s an awkward discomfort of him filling me, but—like he promised—he doesn’t hurt me.

“You’re doing so good letting me in,” Finn croons, continuing to inch his never-ending length into me. Fully seated inside me, he stills his hips and kisses me. He slips his tongue between my lips, which has a foreign slight tang as it teases against mine. I take a minute to realize that I’m tasting the remnants of myself on him—the taste he couldn’t get enough of—and I like it. Our tender kiss grows needy, both of us yearning for more. Pulling back, Finn’s eyes are filled with need. He flexes his hips, moving inside my channel, and I gasp at the sensation.

“I’ll go slowly,” Finn promises. Holding my hips to still me, he kisses my neck as he slowly undulates his hips. This feels so different from his fingers, but the fullness of him sliding into me is indescribably good. Finn licks up the length of my neck and over my chin, as he plunges his tongue back into my mouth. He slowly drags his hard length over a spot that causes my back to arch as I moan into his mouth.

“You’re so tight, and fuck, do you ever feel good wrapped around me,” Finn groans. He bites his lower lip and fists the sheets beside my head. “It’s taking everything I have to hold back.”

“Don’t,” I beg, wanting more. Needing more . “ Show me your heaven.”

“Cat,” he exhales, dragging my arms over my head. He crosses my wrists and lightly pins them to the mattress. “ You are my heaven.”

Running his free hand over my skin, he drags it along my side and up my thigh. He pulls my leg over his hip, and I let out a breathy grunt as he suddenly sinks even deeper into me. Pinned beneath him with his firm grip holding my leg, he slowly increases the depth and speed of his thrusts. My hips rock to meet his long strokes, and I fist at the sheets beneath my hands as he works me back to that incredible edge. I pant his name, “Finn…”

“That’s it,” he praises. “Be my good girl and let go. Show me just how much you love the feel of my cock inside you.” His teeth graze my breast, and his fingertips dig into the flesh of my thigh as he pulls me higher. He slides fully into me, and my back arches from the bed as I explode beneath him. The pleasure between my legs shoots through every nerve in my body as my breathy screams fill the room.

“Fuck, piscín,” Finn groans as his lips crash against mine. He swallows my cries as I continue to unfurl beneath him. “You look like a fucking angel when you come,” he gravelly whispers, pulling back from our kiss.

Finn worships every inch of my body with his lips and hands as he continues to slide his length in and out of me, every touch bringing me a different wave of pleasure. Hovering at the edge of another orgasm, Finn tenderly demands, “Come for me. Squeeze that perfect pussy of yours around my cock as you make me come.”

He changes the angle of his hips, and I can’t deny his request even if I wanted to. My nails dig into his shoulders as I come harder than I have all night. Driving deep with a roar, Finn’s face scrunches with pained relief as his hips sputter against me. His forehead pressed to mine, his warm breath blows over my face as we both struggle to catch our breath.

Finn reaches between us before gently pulling himself from me. He places a soft kiss against my lips and breathlessly whispers, “I’ll be right back.” Before I can respond, he slips from the bed and retreats to the adjoining bathroom. The water runs briefly, and I glance up to find him in the doorway using a washcloth to clean himself. He tosses it to the floor and grabs another, bringing it with him as he returns to the bed.

“Let me clean you up,” he requests, tenderly wiping the cloth along my legs. “You bled a little.”

Glancing down, a bit of smeared blood stains my upper thighs and has stained the sheets beneath me. Embarrassed, I mutter, “I’m sorry.”

“Absolutely nothing to be sorry or embarrassed about,” Finn reassures as he slides back into the bed with me. Pulling me into him, he whispers against my lips, “I love you, piscín .”

“I love you,” I return his whisper as he holds me even tighter into him.

With my head resting on his chest, he places soft kisses against my forehead and strokes my hair. “Are you okay?”

“Very,” I lightly chuckle, still high on bliss.

Finn pulls the blanket over us, and we nuzzle beneath it. We lay in near silence, simply enjoying the feel of being pressed to one another with our limbs intertwined.

Rolling into him and resting my chin on his chest, I break the silence. “Can I ask you something?”

“Cat, baby, you can ask me anything.”