Page 57 of Finn's Solace

When he touched my hole again, he pressed two lube-slick fingers against it, slowly pushing his way in. I moaned, resting my head against my arm as he oh-so-slowly pushed inside, making me feel every millimeter of his skin.

He took his time prepping me, but once he slid three fingers inside me, I decided I was ready, and pulled away from his hand, quickly turning around to face him.

"Do you want a condom?" I asked, and Finn quickly shook his head. While we couldn't pass anything to each other, condoms were useful in other ways too, like avoiding a mess. While I would love to feel his cum inside me, I'd only enjoy it if he did too.

"Okay," I murmured, then poured some more lube in his hand so he could slick up his cock. Once he was ready, he held his cock in place as I slowly lowered myself on it, both of us moaning as he finally breached me.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Finn gasped, making me laugh.

"That would be because I've never done this before."

Finn sucked in a breath, his eyes going wide as they met mine. "You haven't?"

"I've had sex, Gin. I just usually top—that's it."

"If you prefer topping..." Finn started, but I cut him off with a kiss as I slowly sank the rest of the way onto him until my ass was flush with his thighs.

"Again, that's not what I said," I murmured as I pulled back, bracing my hands on his shoulders so I could start moving. "I couldn't do this with just anyone, Gin. I want to do this with youbecauseit's you."

Finn stared at me for a moment, then swallowed. He placed his hand on my chest, right over my heart, and hummed. "I can understand that. I've never done it like this either."

"Bottoming from the top?" I asked as I moved up and down his length, my mouth falling open at just how good it felt.

Finn shook his head, then leaned forward to kiss me, making me suck in a breath at the wonderful change in angle.

"Having sex with someone I have feelings for," he said, and it took me a moment to remember our conversation.

I'd had sex with people I'd dated before, where we'd had feelings for each other and I'd thought we might actually build something together, but it had never felt like this.

Sex with Finn felt like it was the only thing keeping me alive, like I would die the moment we stopped.

"Your heart is racing," Finn murmured, and I kissed him again, riding him slow and deep as I caressed his lips with mine, tasting every drop of his need, his desire, his feelings for me. It was all right there, laid bare for me to feel, to absorb. I hoped he could taste my feelings too. I hoped he could feel just how much he meant to me.

"Faster, Levi. Please," Finn begged, and I kissed the corner of his lips, then his jawline, then his neck, pausing to bite atthe delicate skin as I picked up pace, switching the angle so the head of his cock pressed against my prostate.

Trailing my right hand down his torso, I wrapped it around his hand, then pulled it to my cock, wrapping it around my length. Getting the message, Finn started jerking me off.

Sensing his climax close, I pulled back so I could see his face. His eyes met mine as soft pants escaped his parted, blush-pink lips, and I moved over him, watching the way his eyes flickered between green and yellow the closer he drew to falling apart.

When his climax hit, he shouted my name, then went still, and I continued riding him as I felt his cum fill me. His hand had fallen still over my cock, so I took myself in hand and started jerking off hard and fast as Finn watched me with hooded green eyes.

"Fuck, you look so sexy like this," I panted, my eyes roaming over his sweat-slick skin, as I felt myself drawing closer and closer to the edge. When I came, I spilled over his abdomen, covering his skin in my cum. He groaned, making my cock jump and spurt some more cum.

When I was completely drained and starting to feel a little foggy, I slowly levered up, and Finn's softened cock slipped out of me, along with some of his cum. I fell on my side beside him, humming at the feel of the soft sheets against my oversensitive skin, and waited for the world to stop spinning.

Twenty-Two

Finn

I'd had sex before. I was twenty-seven, and I'd explored all kinds of intimacy in my twenties until now. All, except the one that mattered the most, apparently.

Having sex with someone you were falling in love with wasnothinglike having sex with someone you'd just met, or a casual acquaintance.

I'd always thought sex with someone you knew felt good because you knew how to make it feel good, because you knew what the other person enjoyed and they knew what you liked.

But it wasn't like that at all.

I barely remembered coming, or the mechanics of the whole thing.

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