Page 73 of Dared

“Like this to start with. We can change if we don’t like it.”

“Okay. I’ll, um, just put it in then.” I lined myself up, holding on to him with one hand and circling the base of my dick with the other. The head touched his skin, leaving a shiny smear of lube, and he stiffened.

“Go slow.”

“I will. Remember to breathe,” I said, as much to myself as to him. Holding myself as still as possible, I made sure I was in exactly the right place, and when he exhaled, I pushed in.

Everything was so hot and so tight and like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Nothing that was even comparable to the previous experimenting we’d done. I kept pushing in, so slowly, both of us trembling. When I was all the way inside of him, I stopped, just breathing, thankful that I had an average-sized dick. And that Finn did, too, when it came to my turn to be on the receiving end. I imagined it would have been an even more daunting mission if I’d been on the bigger side.

“You’re inside me,” he whispered shakily, his hands flexing on the sheets.

“I’m inside you.” I could see it and feel it, but I had to repeat the words for them to sink in. “I’m inside you. Is it okay?”

“Yeah. Just let me get used to it for a minute.”

I used my minute wisely, stroking over the backs of his thighs and his ass, feeling him relax beneath me in tiny increments, the vice grip around my dick easing to a tightness that felt good.

“Okay. Try moving. Slow.”

“Okay.” Easing myself back, I gradually withdrew from him, getting about halfway before I pushed back in. “How’s that?”

“Yeah. You can keep doing that.”

After a few minutes of the same careful, shallow movements, we seemed to find our rhythm, Finn moving in time with my slow thrusts.

“I’m gonna try and get a better angle,” he panted, and I slid out of him, letting him get adjusted. When I pushed back in, there was an immediate difference.

He groaned, and it wasn’t a groan of pain. It was pleasure, and it was so hot.

“Fuck, baby. I think that was my prostate.”

A smile spread across my face. “It was? Um, hang on, I’ll try and do the same thing again.”

It wasn’t as easy as it seemed, but after a bit more experimenting, I was hitting more than I was missing, and Finn was making more of those sexy noises that were getting me hotter and hotter. So hot, I knew I was close to coming, but I really wanted him to come first.

“Finn. Close,” I panted between thrusts. “Want you to?—”

“Come in me, baby. Don’t hold back.”

It was as if his words had some kind of magic power because one minute, I was thrusting, the next, I was spilling inside him, gasping as my body shuddered through a climax that stole the breath from my lungs.

“Finn. Shit. Sorry.” I was aware that I’d stopped thrusting, and I needed him to feel as good as I did.

“S’okay, baby. Fuck, you’re so hot,” he practically slurred into the pillow. “I’ll finish myself off.”

No. I wouldn’t allow that to happen. Pulling out, I tugged at his hip, getting him to roll onto his back. Positioning myself between his thighs, I took his hard, dripping cock into my mouth without hesitation. As I did so, I pressed my fingers back inside him, aiming for his prostate.

I found it. The moan he let out seemed to echo in my ears as I sucked him in time with stroking over his prostate until his body tensed, and he came down my throat with a hoarse cry.

I was proud of myself for swallowing every bit of his cum, and afterwards, with blurry vision from my tears, gasping in a much-needed lungful of air, I collapsed into his arms.

When we’d cleaned up as best we could, I lay next to him, our heads sharing the same pillow.

“You okay, baby?” Finn pressed a kiss to the side of my head as he pulled the duvet up to cover us.

“Mmm. Good. You?”

“Good. We did well for a first try, didn’t we? It wasn’t as scary as I thought it was gonna be.”

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